[VECTOR]“Vector, stop!” Marcus follows me down the basement steps, his voice echoing off the walls of the narrow passageway. “Honestly, just stop the fuck, man!”I do. I stop. But I’m barely calm. I can’t fucking think straight. Not with Lizzy gone and all my worst fears coming to life to haunt my reality. What was she thinking when she took off like that? Did she have any clue about the danger she might have thrust herself into?And honest to god, the next time I find her—which I will—I am going to brief her on the perks of having a conversation. Yes, I’m the fucker saying that. But if that’s what it takes to make her stay and keep herself safe, I’ll force myself to do the one thing I probably despise the most.I’ll fucking talk.No, scratch that. I’ll fucking serenade her if that’s what she wants.“I’m not going to kill him,” I grit out, scowling at the door in my sight. The door behind which that fucking Trevor is being watched by my men, probably keeping him warm and red.“You sa
[XAVIER]All my life, my father and Mir did everything they could to keep me away from their mafia business. I wasn’t allowed in their “meetings” or to ask questions regarding their business or where they went in the dead of the night.At first, it didn’t bother me much. I was curious, yes, and wanted to be part of whatever they had going on behind closed doors, but I never put up much of a fight for what I thought I deserved. Maybe deep down, I always knew my life wasn’t meant to be on the same path as theirs. Maybe I always knew my dad had different plans for me.But sometimes I do wonder if my father’s explanation for creating a different life for me was just to hide the fact that I wasn’t fit for the business. I was his son, after all. His own flesh and blood. Maybe he knew I wasn’t built for their dark world. Maybe by keeping me on the sidelines, he was just trying to be a good dad.Can I hold it against him? Not really. I can’t hate someone for showing biased love to me, can I?
[LIZZY] Since I woke up this morning, I’ve had this awful gut feeling. It’s hard to explain, but it’s like something really bad is about to go down. I even taste this weird bitterness in my mouth. Could just be a sign of an impending sickness, but I trust my body and instincts. I know something’s off. Maybe it’s also the fear of getting caught. I know for a fact that Vector is on a relentless search for me and Joey. He’s going all out, leaving no stone unturned. I can imagine. The only comfort I have is that he’d never in a million years expect me to be anywhere near the Galante estate. That thought wouldn’t even cross his mind. Or so I think. Or hope. Or pray. God, I can’t even fathom what he’d do if he got his hands on us. I don’t want to entertain the idea that he’d hurt either me or Joey, but I know the extent of his rage and how cruel he can be if he chooses to. Honestly, I don’t even know why I went through with it. I didn’t have a plan or any rational thinking behind my act
“You have grown soft, Vector,” Trevor aka Tony Jones chuckled, a thin trail of blood racing down the corner of his mouth. He tried to lick the blood off the cut on the lips but he was too late to soothe the damage already done. “We might not have worked together but I heard a lot about you. And let me be fucking honest, what I heard is nowhere near what I’m seeing right now.”Vector tilted his head and leaned forward. The two of them sat in the basement of one of Perazzo’s Casinos. Vector appeared unaffected and bored, while Trevor was bound to a wooden chair, bruised and beaten. The boss hadn’t even laid a finger on him, yet Trevor already seemed on the verge of fainting. The bruises on his face were becoming increasingly prominent. Marcus had certainly done a number on him.“I have just one question, Jones,” Vector spoke, his voice as calm and menacing as ever. “Why did you do it?”Tony spat blood to the side and shifted his gaze back to Vector. “Why do you even care?”“I don’t care
[LAURA]“Ugh!” I grunt, forcefully pushing everything off the table, and it all ends up scattered on the floor, creating a huge mess. But I couldn’t care less. I’d do it again without a second thought. And again. And again.With frustration boiling over, I angrily toss the lamp from the side table, watching it crash to the floor as well.“Seriously, just stop it, Jorden,” Cooper says, standing at the door and frowning at me.Gasping for breath, I feel a surge of anger and a complete loss of control. “He can’t be dead,” I growl, clutching my hair while kneeling on the floor. The broken pieces of glass pierce my pants and skin, but nothing matters compared to the pain welling up in my chest.I can’t believe the bastard is dead. Vector Alfonso is dead. How could he?I did everything in my power to ensure I was the one facing him, looking into his eyes, and pulling the trigger, causing his brains to splatter everywhere. It was my moment, but someone else beat me to it. I was so close, so
[LIZZY]“You must have met Uncle Diego,” Hazel says after I share a somewhat vague account of what I stumbled upon last night. Guilt gnaws at me for invading their privacy like that. If only I had known…“That makes sense,” I sigh, trying to distract myself by running my fingers through Joey’s soft, dark hair, which has grown long enough to be tied in a small ponytail.I can’t help but think about Laura, who used to take him for hair trims regularly, always ensuring he looked neat and tidy. She loved him dearly. But now she’s gone, and I’m left to care for this little boy all on my own.I love Joey, there’s no doubt about that. I adore him with all my heart and soul. He’s probably the only person for whom I’d do anything, the one who never makes me feel useless or burdensome. But the weight of responsibility weighs heavily on me. Can I truly take care of him for the rest of my life? Am I capable enough? Can I provide him with the life he deserves? What if I fail to be the parent he ne
[TREVOR]Something weird is going on here, and by weird, I mean, these people look scared as shit.It’s been hours since Vector left after banging up my face, leaving me tied up in this stupid chair, locked in this shitty room that has no decent view for my bored eyes. All I can see are bad, stinky walls; all I can hear are footsteps pounding outside the room, including a few curse words that his asshole men bark out from time to time.A few minutes ago, I shouted for someone to get me some water.A tall, bulky man showed up, wearing a frown that made me want to punch him in the face. But I ain’t stupid. For these people to trust me, I must play nice. Once I find Lizzy and get my plan in motion, then and only then, I’ll show them my real face.I know Vector is wary. I could see that on his face when he came downstairs to question me. It was an interesting conversation, to say the least.To be honest, if I were in his place, I would be wary, too. I am an outcast—a pariah who made them
[CRISTIANA]When the car pulls up in front of the church, that’s when I realize this is actually happening. My heart starts pounding as if it’s about to crash and burn, and my legs tremble.“Get out!” the man driving the car grumbles as he opens the door on my side. The man sitting next to me, with his gun pointed at me, nudges its mouth to my upper arm, urging me to obey.I can’t escape from this situation; there’s no way around it that I can see. After hearing about the explosion from Timmy, I knew what was coming next.Ducio Giangrasso. The bane of my existence. The man who is obsessed with me. Or at least that’s what he claims. Who knows what his real intentions are?I can’t fathom what my father was thinking when he wagered and lost me in a poker game. He was never reliable, especially in front of my mother, but he was still my father. How could he betray me like this? I’m his own daughter, his flesh and blood, yet he treated me like an object, discarding me like nothing in a car