Unknown POV . . Less than an hour ago... I was beyond furious when I found out about his plan. I was trying my best to do this job, but it looked like the man I knew really changed. I paced back and forth while massaging my temples. What would I tell the big boss now? I almost jumped to my spot when my phone rang. It was the big boss, and he wanted updates. I heaved a sigh first before sliding the green icon. "Yes!" a short answer acknowledging his presence. "You're very lucky that you're my blood. I won't let you answer me like that again in the future!" his voice was stern. I was used to the tone of his voice since I was a kid. It was no longer new to me. "So, have you done something I could be proud of so far?" I always tried to do my best to please him, even going further than what I thought I couldn't do. However, for him, they were just not enough. "None yet!" he was about to yell at me when I hastily released my backup. "But I have a plan, and you're gonna love
"What the h*ll f*cking happened?" I threw the glass of brandy on the wall, shattering it into pieces. Now, all three of them were in my small office in our hideout. Lev, Maxim, and Roman were taking glances at each other, scowling, and waiting to spill the beans. "Lev!" I called out. "You told me you take charge!" he sat straight, eyes defiantly staring back at me. Lev was my friend since I went back to Russia. Among them, he's the one I trusted with my life. "I said I'd take care of everything, but you didn't tell me Marcini was there!" his abrupt answer got me zone out. What did he say again?! Martin Marcini was at the theater! Did Shantel fail to mention that, or did she also not know? "Marcini, you said!" both Maxim and Roman nodded with the same furious stare as Lev. "F*cking sh*t!" I strode to my desk and called Shantel's number. It took a couple of rings before she answered. Her background was loud and head-splitting. "Are you f*cking celebrating in advance, Zaborowski
High tide! The sea, with its ocean-blue glory, basked underneath the clear sky. The earth's wind passing with its coldness blew on my keyed-up look. I've been in this mansion for two days, and the only rooms where I toured so far were the dining room and the living room. Martin made sure my actions were limited. He had eyes for me everywhere. His being like this caused me to feel two different things. He either warmed my heart or caused my head to boil in anger. A deep sigh left my lips as I stared at the horizon. The sea wave was calm today. Martin's mansion was situated on top of a hill. Surrounding this vast extensive place were huge trees and wild plants. The road here wasn't also that wide, one lane was good enough to occupy cars. I bet Martin engineered everything for his safety. He could always escape this place with the helicopter he had parked on one of the rooftops of Casa Al Mare, just in case. A soft blow of the wind engulfed me, hugging myself for comfort. The beige
Martin POV . . Until now, when I was in my office, I was still chewing what Dakota told me this morning. She was right on some point. Where could she get money to pay gangsters to kill me? She was just a freaking simple woman who luckily received a vast inheritance from her dead parents. Aside from us, she had no connections to other gangsters at all. Aside from that, she shared the same opinion with my mom. I should look at the bottom of the issue and not just the top. I glanced at the sealed documents in my open drawer, pondering what was written inside. That was the agreement for the smuggled weapons on the shoot-out. For the second time, we lost millions of dollars in just a couple of hours. For the second time, the big godfathers all over the world would scrutinize how I handled my businesses in the state. I was now just waiting for the grand meeting. I was about to read it again when my door burst open. I slid the drawer closed and locked it with my pin, Dakota's birth
Shantel let out an annoying groan upon hearing the ring. She shot Luke's name on the caller ID, a scowl, reluctant to get off my desk. Her hands that were wrapped around my neck were still tangled like poisonous snakes. "I have to take that, bellissima!" I told her, my voice was clothed with sweetness, something I hadn't used to her for a long time. Yet, she insisted on staying this way, like a sloth hanging tightly on a tree branch. My phone's ringing non-stop, which only meant one thing. The call was very important. "Bellissima, why not get me a cup of coffee for a while? You know how much I like the way you make my coffee!" giving her a light kiss on her cheek if this still wouldn't work, boy, I might as well just forget I was just feigning and push her to the floor. "But tesoro mio!" she even swayed her shoulders while pouting her lips, acting cute but not even close to someone I knew. Shantel was always the serious business-type woman. Playing sweet and adorable didn't suit he
Dakota POV . . It's f*cking hurt! This mere sacrifice I made just to escape from that gigantic cage. D*mn, my arm's still in pain like b*tch. Purposely slipping on a wet bathroom floor was torture-suicide, I would not recommend it. However, at least I was now out, more than an hour away from his mansion. The nurse wrapped a bandage around my arm, making it hard to move, but it lessened the pain so far. Now, all I had to do was steal some time to stealthily leave this hospital. This was a private hospital in the countryside, and they were not exactly strict when it came to organizing, or the staff here were just too lazy to work. Their stuff is everywhere, including their uniforms and laboratory gowns. I got up from the bed and ambled to the door. Peeping through the slightly open entrance, I saw two nurses talking to each other while passing by. I gasped when one of the nurses took off her lab gown and tossed it in the bin while her companion was waiting. "Perfect!" I
"When I said you have to stay here for a while, I meant it!" he pushed me to the room, almost spraining my ankle. "Ah!" I screamed, scowling at him as I lifted my head just to meet his furious gaze. "That's hurt!" I even forgot my other arm was bandaged, and it was f*cking painful when I unintentionally raised it to point at his annoying face. I hissed at the discomfort I felt, twitching my lips while my glare was glued on him. "What do you want from me, anyway? Why can't you just let me go?" I roared while trying to get up. He stepped forward and pressed my chin, his face just an inch away from mine, his fresh mint breath tickling my nose. "Not until I find the truth that you're not involved with the shoot-out, you'll be staying here!" his tone was stern, and his eyes were hinting at something I couldn't fathom. "I already told you it was not me. Why would I plan on killing you and not doing it properly?" I lifted my head, leveling his deep stare. "If that was me, I should ha
Dinner time! . I stared at the juicy steak on my plate while listening to the clutching sound of Martin's cutlery. "Aren't you going to eat?" he asked while chewing his food. When I shifted my glance at him, he was now sipping his red wine while his stare was fixed on me. "I'm not really hungry!" I uttered under my breath but also cursed my stomach internally for making a rumbling sound. I clearly saw his smirk from the corner of his lips. Even from that simple action he did while holding a glass of wine, it was so sexual to see. He gently put the glass on the table and continued eating. "Okay, if that's what you said!" he muttered while cutting the steak on his plate. I thought for a moment he was just feigning not to care, but as minutes passed, he never glanced at me again. That made my blood boil. I grunted and dragged the chair. I got up and marched out of the dining room. I was famishing, yes! But I also hated his guts. What was that attitude he was showing this time?