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Javier Wearing an apron and gloves, I held Marianna's customized bracelet in my right hand, standing with Lanco over the dead girl's body. My face ruffled up on its own, Lanco shouldn't be among the living, he was a brutal man. The dead girl's face was beyond recognizable, while her dark hair fell back in the tub, few bruises and cuts were logged on both sides of her arms. He turned to look at me, pausing the things he was doing. His yellow unarranged teeths flashing at me, saying hi. "Do you want to know how she was killed?" "No I do not want to know," I snapped. He wasn't even reading the room, I wasn't interested in knowing. Even though my conscience pricked me a lot, I assured myself that I was sacrificing for my goal. "You are no fun," he said, stretching his bloodied hands out for me. "The bracelet." Passing it to him, he wore it carefully on her. "Done," he smiled, looking satisfied like a child who had just been given candy. Taking a final look at her, I didn't even know
Javier The entire house went still for a moment, it felt like I could see what they were thinking. It was a sad period for them, not me. "That is a very heavy accusation on the Russians. They are our rivals doesn't mean that every Italian being killed is from the Russians," my father said. My anger boiled from the depths of my stomach, he was supposed to be supporting me but he had the guts to be putting out a word of hope for the Russians. "Dear father," I bowed. "Before Santo was killed by the Russians, we knew that Marianna was in an affair with the son of the Russian leader, Alceo Romanov. I think her death was a form of revenge knowing that Alceo was killed that day too." I muttered a prayer under my breath that all my explanations would be bought. "Since we all know that the late Santo Del Vecchio wedded you to his daughter before she died, it is your turn to sit on the chair," the forefather said after a long silence. "The Del Vecchios properties will be transferred to yo
Marianna I lowered the food from my hand and looked at the intent burning gaze he offered me. It wasn't flinching and I wasn't in any mood to cower at that point. Anger replaced the blood flowing through my body, coursed through my veins. What had he gone to do? That was the only question that was running through my head. The fear I felt was replaced by the instinct of survival, I just needed to find a way to get out. Get out of this hellhole. "What exactly did you do, Javier?" I asked, waiting for him to tell me the exact stunt he pulled at the house. No one was just going to give my father's seat away, without knowing my whereabouts. "So simple, Maria," he relaxed back. "I gave evidence to the house that you are dead. Knowing that I'm your husband, they didn't dispute me at all." Disappointed at the entire house, most especially the forefather, I dropped my head. "No one asked for any sort of test for the body you showed to them, to confirm that it was really me?" "Let's
MariannaThere hasn't been much difference lately, except the fact that I could feel my tummy getting bigger and bigger. Afterall he wasn't lying about me being pregnant.He has been in the house for a while now, he barely goes to the house meetings and every time, I can hear him bark out orders to them. He treats them like they are all trash, even his own father, I assume.He barely comes down to give me food, my entire body reeks of dirt and smell and bruises. Bruises of different sizes and shapes, I had gotten accustomed to the way he treats me. I only made sure to keep my tummy away from his view, that was my main priority.I was biding my time carefully, anything worth doing, is worth doing well.That was my solace, my comfort and the fact that I had Al's life in me was enough to give me all the strength and motivation that I needed.As I laid in the dark, on the cold floor, my eyes caught an unusual sight. A thin beam of light, trying to force its way into the perpetual darkness
MariannaClose to 10 minutes of waiting, my patience level was really reducing and my fear adrenaline was settling in little by little. If he woke up before I could leave the area, then I'm successfully dead. Without thinking too much, I started walking along the lonely path. Maintaining a safe distance at the edge of the road, everywhere was filled with thick tall trees and I questioned myself if any car would ever pass here.I wrapped the shirt around my body before the morning dew turned me into an iceman. My legs were beginning to bleed, they were against the hard asphalt of the road.Seeing 2 crossroads, I tried remembering the route he took the last time he came to drop me off. Deciding to go with my instinct, I turned to the one on my right and continued walking. This time my steps were sharp and fast, the eerie feeling I got was unsettling.As I walked a bit longer from my kidnapper, a car stopped beside me and wound down its glass. Thinking it was Javier, without looking bac
JavierMy eyes slowly opened, with my brain instantly notifying me of the lingering pain, both inside my head and also on the surface of my skin.I sat up slowly, with my hand supporting the base of my head. The pain took that as a cue and became more intense, I was still so disorganized.I brought my wristwatch to my face and saw that I had been unconscious for over an hour.Shit, I cursed. Springing up, irrespective of the pain, I ran to the basement and confirmed my fears.Marianna is out of my grip, she finally escaped after months of being a captive. This wasn't looking good, she mustn't be spotted outside by anybody but then where could she go? She had no real friends in reality, both in school or at home. My head started working twice its normal speed, I need to have her back. If any of the elders or the family spotted her, I don't know what would become of my reputation and my position.First of all, in order to be able to think clearly, I reached out for the first aid box pl
MariannaI had no idea when I fell asleep on the sofa, for the first time in a long time, it was a peaceful sleep. The soft sofa welcomed me for returning home, my dreams were bliss and beautiful. It was the good days I had with Alceo that filled my sleep and there my heart was content. That he was in a good place, resting.My bruised legs and body were still aching badly, so I walked up the flight of stairs, navigating my room. The curtains were down, just like the last time, it only meant that no one had come to this house ever since it all happened. I had no intention of having the curtains go up, I saw my phone, dead, laying on the bedside table.The only thing it will offer me will be pain, this phone was filled with Al's memories. Messages upon messages, videos, pictures; mention it all, it was there.I stripped myself of the dirty clothes, the nightwear was all that has been on my body for months. Entering the shower, I mixed warm water for myself, it was good for my current sk
DiegoFlashbackThe gunshot fired made me jump on my toes, I wasn't expecting anything of such. Did Santo kill Alceo already? How would Maria feel or behave? What was going on in the house?My thoughts were conflicting one another, stumbling on one another, enough to make me go mad. I could see the entire bodyguards running around, helter skelter, shaking in fear.Something else was up, I saw the Italian men going back like bags of cement. This wasn't the handiwork of Santo.I caught an unfamiliar person, he looked extremely angry. As soon as his gaze was traveling to mine, I hid myself at the side of the wall, aligning myself with it.I peeped at intervals and saw that he had left.The rattling keys to the cage lock gained my attention. One of my most trusted men, Carlos, was trying to unlock my cell cage.He called out. "Boss, Diego, are you there?" "I'm here," I said, coming out of my hiding place. "Why is the entire house disorganized?""Santo killed Alceo and we found out that j