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 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
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 Alexandria Sinclair;It was midnight—the hour when debts are paid in blood. My blood ran cold, goosebumps rising as I watched them beat the life out of my pa.“Stop!” I cried, dropping to my knees. Tears poured down my face, my lips trembling with the pain tearing through me. “Please…I’ll pay the bills! Just don’t kill him!” I begged, every word a plea from the depths of my soul.One of them turned, an eyebrow raised, a mocking smile on his lips. “You’ll pay? Is that so?” He sneered, glancing at my father. “Desmond, you didn’t tell us your daughter was rich… alright, sweetheart. Five million—cash. Right now.”“Five million? Pa?!” I screamed, my voice breaking with frustration. “What the hell were you doing with five million!? You owe them that much?” I shook my head, ruffling my hair, my heart pounding in my chest. Panic clawed at me, the room spinning as I tried to make sense of it all.One of the men laughed darkly, the sound sending a chill down my spine. “Five million doesn’t
I awoke with a jolt, a coppery taste of blood sharp on my tongue, and for a disorienting moment, I couldn’t tell if I was alive or dead.Pain radiated from my head, throbbing in time with my heartbeat. Shadows blurred around me, my eyes struggling to adjust in the dim, murky light. The chill of metal pressed against my skin, a constant reminder that I was bound, helpless.“Wake up…” A low, mocking voice echoed through the silence. Then came the shock of freezing water thrown onto my face. I gasped, choking as I was forced back to reality.I blinked, taking in the room. It was a bare, grim hall, lined with unforgiving tools—things meant to hurt, to break, to kill. I shivered, fighting to push down the panic rising in my throat. “What… why am I here?” I tugged at the ropes, feeling them bite into my wrists. “Where’s my father?” I asked, the words barely escaping my lips.“Your father?” The voice came again, colder, twisted with dark satisfaction. “Getting his own punishment.”I strained
"If you take even a single step towards me, that's it. Your fate is sealed forever,” Frederico sneered, his lips curling into a smirk.My heart hammered in my chest. I had no choice. I couldn’t let my father die because of my selfishness. But this... this was the price I had to pay.I nodded slowly, my throat tight with unshed tears."Yes. I agree, Red. I’ll be your toy," I choked out, my voice barely a whisper. The tears burned my eyes, slipping down my cheeks as I said the words I’d never imagined I’d say.Somewhere, on the edge of the city, my father was tied to a bridge—his life hanging by a thread. And my mother—she lay unconscious in a hospital bed, unaware that her life was hanging in the balance too. If I chose myself now, everyone—every single person I loved—would be gone. It was me or them."Then come on…" His voice was steady, but the command behind it was unmistakable. I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart pounding in my chest. I could barely move, each step feeling heavier th
Frederico Grey Di Grazia; The office was dead silent, except for the tap-tap-tap of my pen against the glass desk. I wasn’t trying to make noise—just thinking. The single desk lamp cast long shadows across the papers scattered in front of me. Numbers. Reports. Bank accounts that didn’t sit right.“These numbers don’t add up,” I said, my voice calm, but cold enough to make anyone sweat. I hated repeating myself, but I had to see if my assistant caught on.Emilia stood by the door, holding her tablet like a lifeline. Her sharp little suit and neat bun were meant to show confidence, but the way her fingers gripped the edge gave her away.“Boss,” she started, her voice careful. “The offshore accounts were updated last night. I double-checked them.”I looked up slowly, meeting her eyes. My stare always had a way of stripping excuses down to the bone. “You double-checked, but here I am, staring at numbers that don’t make sense. Either you missed something, or someone’s playing games. Which
Rose Alexandria Sinclair;The moment Frederico released me, I didn’t hesitate—I bolted. My legs moved faster than my thoughts, carrying me as far away from his cold presence as I could manage. I stumbled into the room and collapsed onto the bed, overwhelmed by a rush of tears that seemed to drown me whole.What hurt the most wasn’t just being in his service—it was the emptiness in his eyes. The same eyes that had once held warmth now only reflected anger, disdain, and irritation. His words had been sharp, cutting through me like daggers, each one worse than the last. My stomach churned with the weight of it.“Are you crying?” a faint voice asked, cutting through the silence. I shook my head quickly, but the lump in my throat betrayed me.“Yes, you are, foolish girl,” the voice continued, soft but firm. “It’s okay to cry. Come on, let it out—cry if it hurts!”The dam inside me broke, and I sobbed harder, burying my face into the mattress. A scream tore from my throat, raw and unrestrai
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