Charlotte’s POVSantiago screamed at me angrily, “Don’t f*cking jump!” I stopped in my tracks and looked at him with a face full of confusion. "Then what are you going to do, huh? Kill me this time just like what you did to my father? You betrayed him, Santiago!" After a long sigh, Santiago finally said, "Right! I will let you get away this time, but the next time we meet, I will not let you go!" I breathed softly, and jumped in, and smiled at him, “I guess you are still human.” Then I ran away from him but I heard him say, “Run!” It felt like Elliot's men were also in the old house trying to kill me, which is why Santiago yelled at me to run as fast as I could, or I might die! After that, I grabbed the large bike and bolted out of the old mansion! I sped up the bike to 140 km/h just to get to the Villa, where Logan was waiting for me. However, I was surprised to feel some pain in my arm, and the white bandage was once again covered in blood. I groaned in pain and didn’t stop dri
Charlotte’s POVI finally feel better now that I've given Ricardo the flash drive, and he's sent it to the El Capitol building. By now, everyone at the high table knows how their Mafia King lied to them and wasted all their hard work. Debris from the building caught fire, and former Mafia King Elliot Peters' legacy will be laid to rest in hell. Afterward, word got around that Elliot had been found dead in his own home, severely burned to death; whoever was responsible for his demise did a masterful job. ONE MONTH LATER, At the graveyard, everyone came to honor Fabian Collins, who used to be a Mafia boss, and his wife, Abby Miller. My eyes welled up with tears as I looked up at the gray sky and thought in my mind, "I hope you're proud of me, Mom and Dad." I brushed away the tears as I cast my gaze upwards. "I really miss you." No one should have to die—not the pregnant woman who was unintentionally implicated in the hit-and-run, nor her husband, who was only trying to help me. I
Book Three : Santiago’s RedemptionHe was made to kill. A murderer raised him—The former Mafia King.As a general rule, he would not give his enemies a second chance. Without any remorse, he eliminates them with the flick of an eye. People loathed and misunderstood him to the point where he felt his life had no meaning. Until….He found her. ****************************************************Santiago’s POVI crossed the hallway to my study room to find this month's financial paperwork, my newly appointed Underboss bowed his head and said. "Welcome back, Santiago."“Thanks, Jeric.” Being the current Mafia King gave me the sensation that the old senior Elliot's clutches were already loosening. They still don't believe that I, at 32 years old, could be the new Mafia King. There was a time when I overheard all of the Mafia bosses discussing me and asking how I could possibly take over the position of the former Godfather. Well, simple! I work hard for it. I poured my heart and so
Santiago’s POV Just looking at her shoes makes me think she looks like she can't walk anymore. So we both froze; she glanced up and asked, "Sir, what's wrong?" I saw a pathway chair in the street and I said, “Let’s go there.” She kept following me even though she had no idea what was going through my mind. She sat down and looked at me with her eyes. When I crouched down to remove her shoes, I noticed her ankle was red and her toes were so painful that she could not walk. Still, she smiled at me, masking her pain. "Sir, you don't have to do that anymore. I'm really fine." "No, I think you need a new pair of shoes." I said it out of the blue, not realizing that being so nice to a woman like her would hurt my image. I rose, reached into my wallet, and gave her five hundred dollars so she could have new shoes. She sighed and looked at my hand before looking into my eyes. "You don't have to do that, sir." “Take it.” I insisted and grabbed her hand to take the money. I've spo
Santiago’s POVThe Next Day, Amidst a terrible headache, I sat in my bedroom, clicking my pen up and down as I stared at my computer, attempting to decipher the file my consigliere had sent me. I grabbed the ibuprofen in the corner and swallowed it, and after thirty minutes, I felt better.Everything I know is about the Mafia, its clandestine files, and the individuals hiding behind its high-ranking officials. My chief advisor warned me to be careful next time since they might dig a bullet in my back.There has been an overwhelming desire to assassinate me ever since I assumed the role of Mafia King three weeks ago. The urge for power and greed is universal, but I will not allow anyone to take what is rightfully mine this time. I must be meticulous because I don't want things to return as they used to be.I’m exhausted already. I heard a knock on the door and I put my eye glass on the table and walked to the door to open the door. “Come in.” I saw her again. She wore a white polo
Santiago’s POVAfter our meal, we took a stroll in the park while maintaining complete silence. She looked so peaceful while walking in the park, then I softly said, “Beatrice.” Her hair waves so pretty as she turns her head at me, and her eyes sparkle in the sun. In the darkest parts of my life, her smile can make everything better. As I got closer, I told her, "I think it's time for you to go home." She nodded her head then said, “Thank you, sir.” “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” I couldn't stop staring at her as she waved goodbye. Eventually, she got into a cab and waved goodbye once more before it left. As I felt my heartbeat, the thought crossed my mind, "Damn! I don't have time for this!" I walked to my car to the garage and received a call from Jeric. “Yes, Jeric.” "Your actions caused fatal injuries to Mr. Castro. But today, I am relieved that no one attempted to condemn you to hell once more after he plotted to have you executed by enlisting the help of high-ranking membe
Santiago’s POVFrom head to toe, she stares at me in terror; she has lost every emotion, including her grin. As I tried to carry her body out of that area, her whole body was shaking with fear. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, and I knew I couldn't keep her for myself. I can't bring her into the Mafia world and put her life in danger all over again. I asked, “Where do you live? I can take you there.” She shook her head while crying, “Please take me with you. I’m scared….” I quickly looked at her, and she was determined to go with me. I sighed softly and drove her to the lake house. It took us two hours to get there, and when I looked at her, she was already asleep. I gently tapped her face and said, “Come with me.” As soon as her eyes blinked open, I pulled her away and said, "Let's go." She took a look around. Her eyes were no longer scared; she looked so calm now. We walked outside together, and she held my arm. I punched in my code, and the native-wood door swung open. Sh
Santiago’s POV"You don't want to kiss me?" Her cheeks reddened, and she replied, "I mean, I'm your secretary; you should not kiss your secretary, sir." "I wanted to know more about you." I said as I pulled away from her. I smiled at her, and she said, "There's not much more to know about me." Then I urged, "Go on, I can listen." "Like any other girl, I just live a normal life. My mom is in the hospital, and I have two younger brothers."That's why I saw her the other day with her phone. She was waiting for her younger brother to call her because she wanted to know what was happening with their mother daily. Poor Beatrice, life must be tough on her."What happened to your mother?" I asked. "She has a terminal illness," she remarked, her lip clenched tightly. "I'm sorry to hear that." She let out a sigh and went into the living room. I immediately followed her. She looked at me and said, "Uh, yeah... I thought she would be okay, but things kept getting worse as time went on."W