El Russo woke with a start. His deep set amber eyes surveyed the room he was in. The last thing he remembered was being on his way home from the airport, when he and his driver were attacked by strange men. He held his head in pain. An IV injection was stuck to his hand. That too made him uncomfortable. A bandage was wrapped round his bare torso, and his ribs burnt with pain when he tried to move. A memory of a girl flashed through his head. Green eyes, trembling hands. He pressed his head to ward off the pain that came with thinking. Still surveying the room, he turned to find his clothes and gadgets on the table. His phone was charging on the stool beside the bed. He unplugged it and turned it on. Not bothering to note what was different about it, he dialed a number, and placed the phone on his ear. "Hello? Who is this?" the coarse masculine voice asked. "Come pick me up immediately. I'm sending you my location." El Russo replied in a raspy voice. With that he co
"Prepare a bed for him, and send some flowers to his family." El Russo murmured. With that, he strutted angrily up the stairs. His men exchanged tense glances as they watched him walk up the stairs. El Russo sat in his office later that day, with his hands on his lips. Everything from the death of his father, to the attack flashed through his memory. His eyes were dazed and his fury seethed underneath. Suddenly, the phone in his pocket began to vibrate. He pulled it out and to his surprise, it was an alarm. A reminder for Lunch with Bestie. "What?" El Russo's eyebrows furrowed together as he assessed the phone in his hand again. First of all, he had been certain he had a pass lock on his phone. It wasn't until he went through the phone's contact list that he realized it wasn't his phone. There were strange contacts like, "Big bro" with a heart emoji, BFF, with a kiss emoji, and Dad with a heart emoji. El Russo's heart clipped at the last contact. He missed his father
The phone rang just as soon as he was about to step into his car. "Hello?" his deep voice curled over the phone. "I believe you have my phone, Mister." her sonorous voice sounded in his ear. A smile pressed itself to El Russo's lips. The sound of her voice was still the same. His previously hardened features immediately softened. "I believe you have mine. It took you this long to call. For a moment, I thought it was of no importance to you." he said to her. "For a man who ran off after being rescued, you sound really hearty . I'll be at El Salvador Central College. Please bring my phone with you." Irina cut the call as soon as she was done speaking. Cathy walked up to the bench where she sat in the basketball court. "You haven't told me what really happened back at the Merchants turf. How did you escape though?" Cathy had a range of interest in her voice. "I ran. As soon as I got out of the alley, I ran for my dear life. " Just then Cathy's phone began to ring again
"Find everything you can a out her. I want to know what family she belongs to. I want to know where she sleeps, find out if she's dating anyone." El Russo ordered his right hand guard, Biggie. "Yes Boss." As the car sped off, leaving a cloud of dust behind it, Irina walked through the school gate with Cathy. "Who was that?" Cathy asked her. "Some guy I met some nights ago. He came to check on me." Irina replied. "He looked kind of hot. Mysterious. i have never seen him around here before." Cathy said to Irina, with interest. "Neither have I." Irina replied. Irina's father surmoned her to his study that morning. Unlike other days, he never really saw her because of how busy he was with his political career. He had left her to partially run the affairs of his company beside her brother, Antonio, while also pursuing her Bachelor's degree in El Salvador's central college. "My beautiful beautiful Lily. How are you doing today?" Mr. Madrigak asked Irina. She walked up to h
"I think we can discuss business on the way. You don't strike me as a ball gown and shoes girl." "And who ever thought you were the type to be smitten." She whispered against his neck. The feel of her breath against his neck caused El Russo's skin to crawl. "We'll see " he replied through gritted teeth. As they approached the door of the hotel to leave, El Russo nodded at Biggie, before leaving. The night air blew against her bare skin, sending chills down her spine. Noticing her discomfort, El Russo took off his jacket and covered it around her shoulders. "A gentleman. Who would have thought?" She smiled at him. His gait was slow, and he maintained a cool expression. "Tell me, how often do you take women on walks, or is it just special women?" Irina asked curiously. "It is surprising at all that you would think I take women on walks frequently. It is like asking you how often you save strange men from death." He replied tactfully. "Smart response." she beamed. The
"Boss, I need to tell you something," Biggie muttered to him. "Let it wait, until we're done with this." He replied and shut his room door. El Russo put on his t-shirt and jeans trousers before rejoining his guard outside. "Where did you put her?" He asked him. "At the spare house," Biggie replied. His blonde nappy hair shining in the sunlight. El Russo was led to the back of the large mansion grounds which belonged to El Puerto. The second house was a two-storey building. It was where the El Puerto bodyguards lived during working days. Immediately the door opened, Irina froze. Her hands were tied behind her back and she could only try to make out the sounds of the men in the room. "Take off the bag". Her ears perched up at the sound of the familiar voice. "No!" She thought to herself. Her heart took on a rapid rate. "He could not be the same person", she thought. Biggie walked up to her, and pulled the bag off her head. El Russo froze on the spot. Irina glanced up
Mr. Madrigal was a bomb waiting to explode. His face was filled with wrath and his eyes blinded by rage. He let out an angry scream and threw everything off his desk."El Russo!!!!!" He roared out. Everyone who stood inside his office was frozen to their spots. Mr. Madrigal looked like he was ready for murder. Antonio, his older son, stepped forward."Father, we must act fast. I have already sent predators marking the streets of El Puerto. By night fall, El Russo will get enough messages to last him a lifetime.""Blood, I want blood!!" Mr. Madrigal growled beastily. "Spill blood!! The blood of children, adults and pregnant women!!! Spill everyone in El Puerto's blood!"Antonio nodded and rushed out of the office with series of guards. Mr. Madrigal picked up his phone and sat on the edge of his table.El Russo's study telecom phone rang out. He had been lost in thoughts that he did not hear it ringing. He pressed the phone to his ear."You have twenty-four hours to produce my daughter,
With no further response from El Russo, the men turned around and left the room.Devon turned to his brother. "Is this what you wanted? A war with our associates? Come on, El Russo, let the girl go." "She is none of your business, little brother. Get the men to sort out the abductees. I need a report by morning.""What are you going to do with her?" Devon asked. In the dimly lit office, El Russo's face was only visible by a fragment.The silhouette of the moonlight cast a light glow on his hard features, and from that light, Devon caught El Russo smiling.As El Russo stormed into his bedroom, a wave of guilt washed over him. He picked up a piece of furniture and threw it against the wall, screaming out."What have I done?" he muttered to himself. He sat down on his bed, and the thoughts of Irina kept roaming through his mind. How could he have been so careless?Then, he remembered his words to her. "I owe you my life." His eyes froze open, and fury was reflected in them. What was he