Frederico Grey Di GrazieAlessandro sent an invitation to his party days before he got initiated. He must think he can buy his way through this... Bastard!I had no reason to be there, but the godfather said to keep an eye on the son of a bitch, which is exactly what I intend to do.Here we are, at the senator's estate. When I say "we," it automatically means Rose and I.A smile graced my lips as I recalled her tantrum the other day. If she thinks I’ve ruined her, she has no idea what I have in store for her. She’ll wish she never met me ten years ago or crossed my path. I’ll make her life a nightmare. Her path to damnation is only just beginning.As expected, she refused to accompany me to the senator's party. After a few threats from me, she was more obedient than a lamb—as she should be.The ride in the limo was quieter than a graveyard. Someone holds a grudge, huh? I let her sulk and focused on getting some work done on my phone.The moment the limo's engine stopped, I glanced out
Rosa Sinclair;I am not used to events like this, never actually been to a place like this, I've spent the last 25 years of my life working, and working to support my mother. If I had my way, I wouldn't be here, where the rich flaunt their frivolous lifestyle, taking champagne in expensive dresses and suits. They don't have a mother battling for her life out there, nor do they have a father who lavish all his money on gambling and what not. If they did, I bet they would never be here in the first place.Federico's threats are the reasons I am here, heck! The whole place looks beautiful and extraordinary, the decor makes my eye teary on how perfect a place like this is. I was rudely brought back to reality when I heard Mrs Maria Caruso direct a question to me. “You look dazzling in that dress, hope you are enjoying the party?”I looked back at her, she was expecting a reply. “I am ma'am,it is indeed a beautiful party.” I finally spoke up.Come on mother, don't try to butter her up.
Rosa Sinclair;“She answers to me, and nobody else. Have I made myself clear.” He thunders, making the hall fall into a humbling silence.Veronica’s face burned with shame as her own mistakes burned down on her, her eyes dropped to the floor as she struggled to contain the embarrassment on how the tables turned on her. “Have I made myself clear, Miss Caruso.” Federico asked again, this time he dragged her name. A reminder that powerful people like him, do not repeat questions twice. She looked up at him before answering.“Crystal.” She responded.Her once shrieking voice dropped to a normal low tone, indicating how humiliating this moment is for her.Frederico turned to her mother in one sway motion, making the woman gasp a bit at his sudden body movement. She regained her composure, waiting to hear what he had to say.“I bet dinner calls for everyone. Shall we?” He proposed, as a faint smirk traced his lips.Before she could reply, he turned away again, giving her his back in a c
Rosa SinclairThe morning light streamed through the curtains, illuminating the faint haze of a dull, throbbing headache. My mind was foggy as I tried to recall the events of yesterday. The chirping of the birds, each noise and sound, made my headache worse.I swung off the comforting duvet, stepped into my flip-flops, and headed to the large mirror just outside the bathroom. I looked worse than Harley Quinn with smudged makeup. The party dress was still on, and I hadn’t removed my makeup, leaving scary eyeliner streaks running down my face—a result of all the crying I did last night after Red left.I finished my morning routine, but all I wanted was to go back to bed and maybe try to forget my worries. Memories of Mrs. Caruso’s necklace kept popping up. I lay back on my bed, hands clasped over my head in frustration. The thought of the necklace I saw at the senator's party wasn’t going away anytime soon. Then my mind wandered back to my argument with Red.Calling me a drama queen? Mo
Frederico Grey Di Grazia:My attention was needed in one of the warehouses where we keep our weapons, mostly imported and stocked up here. But the numbers didn't add up, it was a different number of goods in the portfolio. I ordered the men to bring out the goods for thorough check up, all over again.While I sat, my men began recounting and recycling the goods. For some reason, I had a nagging feeling, my mind wasn't at ease, not because of the suspected fraud going in here, but a feeling that something is going wrong back home. To quell that thought, I tapped into the CCTV camera back home, and one of them revealed Rose sneaking around the house. Two could also play………I made a call to the team back home, instructing them to discreetly allow Rose to bypass security protocols. He was confused at first, but he knew better than to ask questions, right after getting an order. I hung up, called the driver to take me back home. Let's see what you have in mind Rose, let's see. I thought
Rose Sinclair;I can't, I can't, i-i-i can't, please.” I whispered. I have never held a gun in my life, I have no idea how to use one. Not only that, I have to choose between shooting one to the other. It's an impossible decision ! A preposterous situation. killing Mr Russo while his daughter watches or killing the daughter on the father's watch. I just won't be doing this……No!“Then let's see what will happen, when the choice is taken from you.” Red smirked, his mouth twisting in a snare. Grabbing the gun out of my hands, rather too harsh. Which should be the last thing on my mind right now, but hey!Federico untied the ropes from Russo’s hands. tossed him the gun, he orders. “Kill her or I'll kill your daughter.”Wait a minute!!!Is he going mad???Mr Russo hesitates for a second, but desperation gets the best of him, as he raises the gun in my direction. My jaws dropped to the ground, I couldn't even move a muscle, I was shocked to my bones, Mr Russo would do this to me? I m
Rose Sinclair;My eyes closed, mind reeling, as the world around me shifted into darkness. My body swayed, then crumpled, collapsing onto the ground. I lay there Unconscious, lost in a void, when suddenly, I jolted back to reality. I look around, in the same room; same wall and no bodies. There was no sign of blood or body lying around. No indication whatsoever that Federico murdered two people in cold blood, right in front of me. But, something seemed different and I couldn't pinpoint what it was.I tried to stand up, still feeling dizzy but I managed to stay on my feet. Red was already very comfortable on a chair; must have been there for him while I lost consciousness. His icy glare showed he has a lot to say. He crossed his leg over the other one, as he continued staring without moving an inch.“Welcome back to earth, mother Teresa, how was your trip to the holy pilgrimage.” He teased, scouting me for reaction.As she checked around where the father and daughter had been taped
Federico D'Angelo;A Theory had been brought to light over the years, some believe in it, others might as well, call it faux. But, one thing remains whether the devil has a son or not, I am worse than that ugly motherfucker. Rivals, partners and even allies call me the devil, a monster, a cold heartless murderer; theories which I presume are right.I made Rose realize, I'm never to contend with, no one goes against my order. And if for some stupid reason, she assumes she could change my mind or go against me, she has got it all wrong. The ride home seemed short, or perhaps I've been clouded with many thoughts on what is and what's not. The chauffeur held the door while I stepped out, smoothing my suit jacket, heading inside the main building. I headed for my home bar, and grabbed a bottle of whisky,a bucket of ice and a glass. My phone chimed with notifications, business emails,one or two missed calls, and a text. The name of the sender sends a note of how important the text is; it
Federico Di Grazia;The big old moon was at its peak tonight, the entire night stills the moment she raised the gun to her ex's face. She killed earlier today, I'm trusting she knows how to pull a fan trigger and get it over with. But, for some reason she was buying time. Stalling…..Waiting……For a miracle huh? Things like that do not exist, neither do luck or second chances. My fingers brushed right where I placed my cigar, inside my leather jacket. Reaching out for my lighter, I licked the cigar up and placed it on my lips when two gunshots resonated the silent night.The once peaceful night stained with the blood of her ex, she is now a two-timed cold bloody killer. Far stretched from my murder count, but we are getting somewhere. A smile graced my lips at the thought of how broken she already is.Few minutes later, she walks away from the apartment porch heading in my direction. The moment she sees me, her demure changes, I can picture how she feels right now,the urge to put
Rose SinclairThe moment I emptied the bullet into the strange bound woman, silence consumed the room. I could hear my own heartbeat; I could feel my breath. The entire space became distant, and the only thing I was staring at was the dead woman—the one I had killed just hours ago.My legs gave out, and I crumpled to the ground. Tears flowed freely down my face. I hurriedly dropped the gun as the weight of what I had done burdened my heart. I killed someone, Mama. I ended a life, just like a cold-blooded sociopath.If Mama were here, she would spit in my face and call me anything but her precious blood. I blame myself for killing her, but at the same time, I know I wouldn’t be here if Red hadn’t made me hurt her.“NOOOO!!!!!” I let out a scream of rage.“God, please, please, please,” I cried out, sobbing bitterly.I ran over to the dead woman and tried to resuscitate her. Her blood was on my hands, a chilling reminder of the crime I had committed. Her eyes were open, still and unmovin
Rose Sinclair;Two days later, I had another training session with Max or Mad Max, which I really prefer. I was assigned a room in the main building where trainees sleep. I really do not understand why Red would keep me in a place like this. Am I that weak to him? What do I need defence for? I am to stay in the mansion all day, so why the extra measures to ensure I'm strong. Not that it sounds bad or something……But I wasn't built or cut out for this.I was standing right in a room where there were rifles of all sorts, there was a shooting target, few hard from us. A large headset, probably to keep us away from the shooting noise. “Let me make one thing clear, this isn't meant for someone like You, if I had it my way, I would assign you somewhere else…... .Like the kitchen or cleaning team. Anyways, I don't expect you to do well, not that you would.” He grumbles the last part.What the hell is his problem? I don't want to be here just as the next person. Heck! I Hate it here and I
Rose Sinclair;I was dragged out by two hefty guys, they said nothing to me, neither did I to them. They were following orders and of course, I'm glad I'm out of that sickening room. We arrived at a door, where they had to use a key to open up, they pulled me inside the dark room, which they locked as they left me all alone in there. The only light in here was the illumination from the moon, it was barely anything, but I'm thankful at least I could see my surroundings a bit, this beats the other bloody room. It came to my notice there was no bed, chair or anything I could sit on except the cold hard ground. Where I would later sleep on and have the coldest night of my life. I could hear heavy footsteps approaching me, but I was too tired to open my eyelids. I lay still and made no sound neither did I move a muscle. “Get up and eat, we have a lot to do.” A feminine voice ordered. I compelled my eyes open, a tall beautiful yet angry lady stood few steps away from me.“Who are you, and
Federico D'Angelo;A Theory had been brought to light over the years, some believe in it, others might as well, call it faux. But, one thing remains whether the devil has a son or not, I am worse than that ugly motherfucker. Rivals, partners and even allies call me the devil, a monster, a cold heartless murderer; theories which I presume are right.I made Rose realize, I'm never to contend with, no one goes against my order. And if for some stupid reason, she assumes she could change my mind or go against me, she has got it all wrong. The ride home seemed short, or perhaps I've been clouded with many thoughts on what is and what's not. The chauffeur held the door while I stepped out, smoothing my suit jacket, heading inside the main building. I headed for my home bar, and grabbed a bottle of whisky,a bucket of ice and a glass. My phone chimed with notifications, business emails,one or two missed calls, and a text. The name of the sender sends a note of how important the text is; it
Rose Sinclair;My eyes closed, mind reeling, as the world around me shifted into darkness. My body swayed, then crumpled, collapsing onto the ground. I lay there Unconscious, lost in a void, when suddenly, I jolted back to reality. I look around, in the same room; same wall and no bodies. There was no sign of blood or body lying around. No indication whatsoever that Federico murdered two people in cold blood, right in front of me. But, something seemed different and I couldn't pinpoint what it was.I tried to stand up, still feeling dizzy but I managed to stay on my feet. Red was already very comfortable on a chair; must have been there for him while I lost consciousness. His icy glare showed he has a lot to say. He crossed his leg over the other one, as he continued staring without moving an inch.“Welcome back to earth, mother Teresa, how was your trip to the holy pilgrimage.” He teased, scouting me for reaction.As she checked around where the father and daughter had been taped
Rose Sinclair;I can't, I can't, i-i-i can't, please.” I whispered. I have never held a gun in my life, I have no idea how to use one. Not only that, I have to choose between shooting one to the other. It's an impossible decision ! A preposterous situation. killing Mr Russo while his daughter watches or killing the daughter on the father's watch. I just won't be doing this……No!“Then let's see what will happen, when the choice is taken from you.” Red smirked, his mouth twisting in a snare. Grabbing the gun out of my hands, rather too harsh. Which should be the last thing on my mind right now, but hey!Federico untied the ropes from Russo’s hands. tossed him the gun, he orders. “Kill her or I'll kill your daughter.”Wait a minute!!!Is he going mad???Mr Russo hesitates for a second, but desperation gets the best of him, as he raises the gun in my direction. My jaws dropped to the ground, I couldn't even move a muscle, I was shocked to my bones, Mr Russo would do this to me? I m
Frederico Grey Di Grazia:My attention was needed in one of the warehouses where we keep our weapons, mostly imported and stocked up here. But the numbers didn't add up, it was a different number of goods in the portfolio. I ordered the men to bring out the goods for thorough check up, all over again.While I sat, my men began recounting and recycling the goods. For some reason, I had a nagging feeling, my mind wasn't at ease, not because of the suspected fraud going in here, but a feeling that something is going wrong back home. To quell that thought, I tapped into the CCTV camera back home, and one of them revealed Rose sneaking around the house. Two could also play………I made a call to the team back home, instructing them to discreetly allow Rose to bypass security protocols. He was confused at first, but he knew better than to ask questions, right after getting an order. I hung up, called the driver to take me back home. Let's see what you have in mind Rose, let's see. I thought
Rosa SinclairThe morning light streamed through the curtains, illuminating the faint haze of a dull, throbbing headache. My mind was foggy as I tried to recall the events of yesterday. The chirping of the birds, each noise and sound, made my headache worse.I swung off the comforting duvet, stepped into my flip-flops, and headed to the large mirror just outside the bathroom. I looked worse than Harley Quinn with smudged makeup. The party dress was still on, and I hadn’t removed my makeup, leaving scary eyeliner streaks running down my face—a result of all the crying I did last night after Red left.I finished my morning routine, but all I wanted was to go back to bed and maybe try to forget my worries. Memories of Mrs. Caruso’s necklace kept popping up. I lay back on my bed, hands clasped over my head in frustration. The thought of the necklace I saw at the senator's party wasn’t going away anytime soon. Then my mind wandered back to my argument with Red.Calling me a drama queen? Mo