Her hands were wrapped around her body, the moon was still up, and she was seated close to the window and watches it. The mansion was big, yet it was empty. She felt so alone, tired, and suffocating. “You’re too weak. Eve.” She stare at her hands, she could feel the blood in them when she held them, and he died in her arms. She thought she could do it, she could have her revenge but she forgot, there would be bloodshed, and people are gonna die. She would either get killed or killed. On this same night. She stares at the moon, just as bright as five years ago. When she was seventeen. It was Christmas Eve again. Her birthday. ***“You came to me because you heard my voice. You were already sleeping.” His smile was radiant as the moon itself, lighting up the room. “...You’re a kind and beautiful girl Eve, you’re gonna be a great doctor one day, you shouldn’t forget that.” Mr. Montana caress her hair, she was seated on the table and he faced her while he was on the rocking chair
The morning ray’s found their way into the room through the small openings in the window. Her eyes fluttered and glanced at her side, her hands run across the bed and she found it empty. She was the only one on the bed. Her hands went to her hair and she pushed them off her face with a sad smile. She sat up and stared at her side, there was a phone on the table and a note was on it. She took it and stared at the phone. “It’s yours.” Her head nodded feebly at the note, which was the only thing it says. She pushed the covers off and stood up, between her legs kinda hurt and she wanted to have a hot bath, that would probably cool things off. “Ms. Eve. How would you like your breakfast, should I bring them to your room or you would come downstairs for it.” The chef knocked on the front door. If she goes downstairs she might see Wesley. She smiled shyly, she would have to eat downstairs. “I’ll be down in a few minutes.” She shut the bathroom door and turned on the showers. His eyes
Eve turned when she heard his voice. She didn’t know he was gonna come back to the dining. He seems interested in what the chef has to say. She stared at the chef as well. What does he have to say about Wesley? “...that he won’t wish you a merry Christmas!” He spread out his hands with a broad smile. The smile fades from his face. When he saw their faces. Wesley simply stared with no emotion, his gaze was cold as always and Eve shuddered slightly when he said that. Was she scared of what he said?“It’s Christmas.” He glanced between them. They must have had different meanings to what he said. “I’m sorry sir. I didn’t know it wasn’t gonna be pleasant.” He took a step back, waiting for the perfect moment to take his leave. He rubbed his shaky hands together. “You’ve been enjoying too much of your stay here, isn’t it? Jacky.” He fell to his knees, there was no way he was gonna escape without being punished. His head touched the ground. And his hand above them“I’m sorry sir, have mer
“You mustn’t be weak Wesley. You saw what they did to you! Being weak would bring you to your knees. Show no affection for anyone. Kill even with the slightest mistake! Don’t have mercy on those that hurt you.”“Yes, master.” His knees were on the floor and his shirt was ripped off. There were long and thick lines on his back. Yet there was no glint of tears in his small eyes. “Only then do you rule the mafia world? You would have everyone on their knees! Listen to me boy and ...” he squats, his long gray hairs reaching down to his shoulders. “...be selfless.”His broad back was against the mirror, there were old scars on his back. He took the cigarette from the table and lit them. The room was dark but he could see her tied to the bed and her low whimper. His hands ruffled his hair as he smokes. “I was mistaken. I didn’t know you were this kind of a person. You’re so pretentious.” She whispered with her eyes shut. He turned and watched his lips move. She opened her eyes and met h
Wesley apologized to her, it felt so unreal. He was a man that could never say sorry even when he was wrong. She couldn’t understand why he did that and the feelings were unsettled in her. She stared at his bare back. His eyes were on the window, it was dark outside. She guessed it was probably late. She touched her wrist. And it hurts a bit. She took the covers and spread them over her body. “...there’s somewhere you’ve to go.” He turned and faces her. She couldn’t see his face because the room was too dark. And he was against turning the lights on. “Where’s that?” He dropped the curtains and the room was covered in darkness. “You’ll know when you get there. Someone who comes to have you dressed up.” She heard his footsteps but didn’t know if he was coming to bed or not. “What am I gonna do there?” She glanced around but know which direction he was standing in the room. “You’ll find out when you get there.” She looked at her side and exhaled, he wasn’t gonna tell her.“Can I tr
The light in the room was turned on when she left, there was nothing but a big bed at the side of the room. A glass table, the wardrobe, and that was all. The room felt empty the entire house and his heart was empty as well. He was the man he was, Wesley Enzo. He was standing by the mirror with his phone in his hand. He didn’t want her to see his sacred body covered in scars, he looks disgusted in it. He won’t know what to say when she asked him about the scars. They were both after one thing. Revenge. He took the robe from the bed and covered himself. There was someone he’s to call, she must’ve been there already. “It’s time.”He took the cigarette and lit them. Taking the bottle of vodka, pouring them into the glass. He walked to the bed with the phone in his ears. “...what, I wasn’t expecting a call from you. Besides, you didn’t come to the party. I didn’t even want to see your face.”“You’re a psycho.” He sips from the glass and leaned on the bed, with his back on the headr
“Wesley. I’m here!” His voice echoes over the house, his house was always so quiet that you might thought not even a soul lived there. “If it’s not Moscow I wonder who the mogul would be...brother!” Moscow chuckled and watched him coming down from the stairs with his robes on. He dropped the brief case he held on the bed. “Seems you’d a rough night. C’mon.” He spread out his hands for a warm hug, Wesley came down and gave him a side hug. “You came so early.” He sat down, taking a glass of juice that was on the table. “I was anxious to see you. You wanted me to leave tenderloin right way. Here I’m anyway.” He took the glass Wesley stretched out to him and sat down beside him. “When did you get back?”“Yesterday. It’s so quiet in here.” He exhaled, his back resting on the chair. “It’s has always been.” He poured out some juice for himself.“Your heart too, still empty?”“You wanna filled them?” Wesley spread out his hands, so he could hug him but Moscow pushed the hands away with
“Look at the mirror Eve, you’re pretty like your momma.” The older woman fixed the mirror properly so she could see her small little self. She was eight years old then and was pulled up and made her sit on the chair. And this same particular time, getting to the time of her birthday. “You would look so beautiful in the dress I picked out for your birthday. It’s a blue dress and it’s gonna match your eyes.” She brushed her long golden brown hair with a pink brush. With a broad smile across her face. “Mother knows best they say...” She giggles, staring at herself in the mirror. “I can’t wait for my present mother,” “You would be surprised, your father is planning on showing you the blue diamond. Our heirloom.” “Seriously Mother! Isn’t it supposed to be a surprise?” She turned and her blue eyes sparked with excitement. Mrs. Montana cupped her small face in her hands. “You always wanted to know why you and your brother have blue eyes. It’s what makes us Montana, a sacred thing that
“Her water broke, so we were at the hospital.” Wesley panicked over the phone. He had been pacing in front of the room she was taken in. He didn’t know how long it was gonna be. “Calm down, I’m gonna be there soon,” Vero replied over the phone. “I’m trying to, I just can’t. It’s been hours in there.” His hands went over to the wall and placed them on it. He didn’t know how long but he knew he had been outside the door long enough.“You just have to calm down and everything would be fine.” How could he calm down when he could hear her painful grunts from the room? “I’ll be there soon. Don’t worry it takes a lot of time since it’s her first. I had a similar experience when I had you.” She was trying to soothe him but none of that was working. He couldn’t get away from the anxiety he was feeling. “I’ll be waiting.” He wished he won’t have to do with the sound. He ruffled his hair and kept his phone back in his pocket. He faced the wall again and then moved over to have his seat. H
He smiled at her and placed the ring tenderly on her finger. She stared at it, with a smile on her face. He got up on his knees, the light went out again, and the candlelight was lit and that surrounding her was the symbol of love which she didn’t know was in there at first. She couldn’t hold back the tears, she let them slide down her face. He held her face close and kissed her on the lips. His hands were over her waist as he held her close to him. Her hand was wrapped around his neck. He spun her around with a smile spread across his face. He couldn’t ask for more than this. “I love you, honey, I love you so much.”He placed her down on her feet, and smiled broadly, he couldn’t express how much happiness he felt, this was the life he never thought he was gonna have. But there he was, with the woman he loved, which had got him to believe in so much that he can. “We should have some champagne, come on have a seat and let’s eat.” She wasn’t sure she would be able to place a spoo
“It’s the day we’ve been waiting for!” Parker clapped his hands as he giddy followed Wesley to the office. “Today we are launching the Gemma car yep!” Wesley chuckled at his excitement, he seems more excited than he did. “Come on everyone, we’re having a party after this!” He yelled at the workers. And they cheered him. “...and Sir is gonna pay for our dinner.” He bowed with hands stretched out to him. Wesley laughed and got into the office. Parker hurried in before he shut the door. He walked up to him and stood by his side.“I haven’t seen you this happy over the month Sir. Well, I guess...” he winked. “Did you get what I ask you to?” Wesley ignored him. “Absolutely!” He dip his hands into his pocket and brought out the small box and dropped them at the table. “It’s the perfect one for you, you trust me she’s gonna love it.” He said with a lot of confidence in his voice assured that she was gonna like it. Wesley grabbed the box and opened it and then he stared at the glitte
Wesley left with a smile on his face. It was only three days away and he was waiting for how successful it was gonna be. He twirled the car keys in his hands and walked to the car. He was getting a car, he got into the car before he took out his phone from his pocket and dropped them at the empty side after picking up the call. “Boss,” he called. “Have you got it done, what is the report?” He ignited the car and drove out of Herbert valley. “Crystal clear.” He replied almost immediately.“You did well.” He commended with a straight face. “Thank you, Boss” he could tell he was smiling with the sound of his voice. “I’ll get you out of there and make sure you don’t get caught.” He told him strictly. “Thank you, boss.” He bowed as if Wesley could see him bowed at him. “I’ll come over or if I can’t send someone to have you bailed out. And you’ll get out immediately” “Thank you, boss.” He bowed over again. Wesley ended the call, he knew he was grateful because of how his voice soun
“....you probably didn’t know because he won’t get to tell you anything about it. Every minute of his life should be taken as precious as a year. what I treated him for wasn’t just any sickness, he saw him collapse a lot of times and the blood that was out of his nostrils at most times. It’s because of the brain tumor. If you ever leave his side one day and I might not be there. Don’t forget you might not get to see him again if it deteriorated. He didn’t want to know about it and he kept it a secret from you. Because you would only get worried about. I know if you find out the truth it’s gonna hurt you but what about the times you spent with him? I loved you but then I found out your happiness wasn’t with me, I couldn’t make you as happy as he does. He has fewer years to live if the brain tumor remained as it is for now. You shouldn’t make the decision you’re gonna regret all your life because of the one mistake he made. Everyone deserved a second chance. It’s either now or ne
“...she lied to my face, she told me she wasn’t pregnant and that she got rid of it. I just heard her say she’s fucking pregnant to Moscow!” He was yelling, he was so pissed about what he had found out. He stretched out the paper to her, and she took them where she sat on the couch.“Tell me what that is?” She narrowed her gaze at the paper.“This is a twin baby.” She muttered. “She’s having twin!” He palmed his forehead and faced the wall. “She wasn’t gonna tell me about you. She was ready to leave without me finding out about them, she was ready to leave and might not be back here!” He punched the wall with his fist. “I won’t have known about them, I would never have got to see them.” He cried with his fist still on the wall. She stood up and went to him, and she stood in front of him. “...I need to get them back, I would go down on my knees if I had to.” He had done that before to her, he went on his knees but she left him still. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do to have her b
“I know you’re mad at me that I haven’t been able to pay a visit to you. I’ve been so occupied. Don’t take that as an excuse, damn I’m sorry Moscow.” Over her hands was a rose. She dropped them at his tomb.“Never in my wildest dream did I think of meeting you here, I never had the thought of it. Not once.” Her hands went over his name on the tomb with a gloomy face. “You ended up this way because of me. I owed you a lot, I never got to say I was thankful for being part of my happy memories. I valued whatever friendship we had.” Tears slide from her eye. “Yes, friendship.” She laughed with the tears coming out. “You were like the brother I looked up to, that you’re gonna protect me, you’re always gonna be there. All my beck and call You never once failed. I wanted you to be an uncle to my kids. I wanted them to meet you.” Her hands went over her stomach. “We did it. I’m a successful heiress. And I’m planning on leaving the county soon, my documents are all ready.” She stood up fro
“Sir you’ve been working for days straight without having any chance to rest or have a break, you just go out of the hospital.” Parker was learning the door, his eyes seemed tired and dull. “We don’t have any more time, we have just a week to prepare for it. In a few days we would be launching the cars, I don’t want any errors, there shouldn’t be any mistakes.” He points his pen at him. “Go back to work.” He had the pen directed to the door. “Another all-nighter?” He palmed his forehead. “I’ve got a family Sir.”“Won’t they feed, you need to work? You can choose to quit.” He flipped the pages of the file and continued working on them. Parker sighed and withdrew from the door. There was nothing he was gonna say to him that would make him change his mind about them leaving the office. Wesley looked up when he was done. And dropped his pen, he was tired but he couldn’t admit it. He had to make it work. He went to the window and stared at the working. Was he stressing them too much?
“You’re Grey?” He whispered with his eyes widened. He touched the tip of his sleeve if he wasn’t seeing a ghost or something. “It’s you.” He blurts out and fell back from the chair. Wesley stopped whistling, he got up from his chair, and went over to him when he fell. He lift him by the collar and forced him back on the chair. His body shuddered vigorously at his touch. “How are you alive?” “Someone saved me.” The one friend he would never forget. He placed a hand over his chair. Staring into his eyes. “How did you become Wesley, how did you...?” His voice quaked. “I was surprised too how it happened but I was burning with hatred to have you down on your knees in front of me. Not as Wesley but as Grey. Don’t worry about the cops they won’t come to get you soon. You still have a lot of time with me.” He smirked and let go of his hands that were on his chair. Just today he was gonna live as Grey Hansford, the poor boy from San Francisco. Tonight he would be the pushover Grey tha