Sandra remained frozen in her seat as she watched Troy's body hardened. What had she done? Her shoulders slumped as she reminisced her actions and their consequences. Anthony placed the gun on her thigh. She took one glance at it, and shrugged. She would never touch that beast. She watched as Anthony proceeded to the seat across her. He sat directly behind Troy's carcass. "Dump him in the freezer." He ordered. Three men walked up, and pulled his body away. Sandra felt her insides churn in discomfort. She needed to throw up. "The first bullet was for thinking you could run off." " The second was for choosing him over me." He picked up a water bottle. "I consider it a great disrespect. One I would not tolerate. " He said, corking the bottle open. Sandra watched as he downed he entire bottle at a go. His adam apple bulbed as the water slid down his throat. "Why me?" She whispered into the room. He dropped the bottle. "Why
".... And it has been confirmed that the couple were not victims of the disheartening incident. Although their locations are still unconfirmed, we have reasons to believe that they're safe and-" The voice cut short as a hand turned off the TV. Francesca stood at the far edge of the room, scanning the entire environment. No one knew what to expect as she had failed drastically. "You had one job." He said,placing the remote on the table. Her lips parted to speak, but he raised a finger, prohibiting her. "You had just one fucking job." He repeated. "I had a minor issue." She explained. "A minor issue ruined our plans?" "a minor issue?! "He thundered, slamming the desk. "do you know what it cost me to get his house infiltrated? He was already there. His bride was present. All you had to do was ensure that they were in the house. How hard could it be? " She raised her chin in defiance. She would not let the man talk down on her.
It was a beautiful morning,the sun was out trying to reduce the chilliness of the weather. Sandra's his and was busy with the frying pan,preparing breakfast. The man took his cooking too serious. Blue was yet to rise. Thank God. She had a request climbing up her throat,but she couldn't think of a way to spit it out. "Here's your sandwich." Anthony said, handing over the plate to her. She jerked back to reality. Gripping it carefully,she avoided the feel of his fingers. It had been two days since they had escaped death's door. That night, Anthony had cuddled her up for almost an hour, and while she had felt it was the most peaceful thing ever, she knew she needed space and time from him. He was too hot. He made everything too hot. His aura was cold, but everything else caused a temperature increase. Her teeth dug into the bread. She was starving,and she needed food. Good food. Her eyes slid shut as she savoured the taste of the food. Anthony was a good cook. Too good. H
"How do you plan on getting the money from him?" Sandra rolled her eyes. Trust Tanya to always be cautious."Do you want to seduce him?" She waved his card in the air. "you stole his card?! Are you crazy?" She yelled hysterically. The entire cafe turned towards them. Tanya felt herself squeeze in her seat as she noticed Sandra's bodyguard glare at them. His gaze quickly returned to the book in his hand. "The art of anger management"read the title of the book. It was no surprise he had anger management issues. When everyone's gaze had faded,Sandra finally spoke up. "I did not steal his card. I wouldn't dare." "he gave it to you?" "yes.""and he told me to spend as much as I wish. Girl, I could empty his account if I wished." "I'm sure he didn't mean it that way.." "Who cares? He said to spend, and have fun. Trust me, he has way more than five hundred grand." "That's quite true.." Tanya considered as she sucked on her lower lip. "very true"
The halls resembled that of a morgue. Extremely quiet. Steel walls resonated no sounds. Only one footstep was heard through the entire hallway. The white walls held no secrets. His eyes darted through the rooms as he noticed the widened eyes of people hiding. Most were cluttered in the closets, some hid under their beds. The brave ones dared look him in the eyes. Patients on life support watched in fear as he darted through their rooms. Yes, he could have just asked for Paschal's room number, just so the deed would be done easily, but he didn't want that. What was the fun in that?He preferred the scents of people's fear as he walked by, wondering if they were next. He never killed good people. Only people who deserved it. He glared at the baby who whined in room 204. The mother's teary eyes looked up to him pleadingly as she tried controlling her child. "Wean him." He uttered. Looking away, he slid out the door. His eyes took more notice of the environment as he
The lingering stench of cold beer, and rotten eggs made their way into Anthony's nose. His nose scrunched up in utmost disgust. His eyes squinted in an attempt to see through the dimly lit room. How low had these idiots stepped? It was extremely, and entirely foolish of them to even think that he would be bothered by the abduction of his wife. He cared about no one. Gave zero fucks about everyone. If they really wanted to get to him, they should have at least gone for Jason. But then, Jason was a hard one to catch. Sandra was the wrong option. She was naive, dumb, foolish,and he had no affection, whatsoever, towards her. Taking her was like taking an unnecessary burden off his hands. He walked towards her body, in the midst of his guards. They had filled out in troops, searching the entire environment. It would be of no surprise if the entire place was coated with bombs. The bastard had cowardly left before he arrived at the scene. If the fucker was so sure of himself, h
Eyes focused on the end of the pole, Sandra's fingers gripped the long poles horizontally placed beside her. It was her second week in physiotherapy, and her thirtieth day since that incident. It was equally the sixteenth day since she had set eyes on Anthony. He had ensured she had everything, but his presence. Ensuring she never saw him seemed to be his top priority. She groaned as she realized she still had a therapy appointment scheduled for two pm. She really did not want all her activities carried out within the four walls of this building. It was already bad enough that her medical appointments were carried out here. She needed breeze. Fresh air. Not the one that flowed within her compound. She had forgotten what the outside world felt like. She needed a feel of it. The noise,the people,the antagonizing smell of fast food forcing it's way into your nose. "Ma'am" Her physiotherapist called out to her. She raised her head up. The woman dressed in a blue shirt smiled w
"His remains?" Anthony asked, dropping his wine glass on the table. "Yes, sir." "Come with me," he ordered, walking out of the room. The four agents trailed behind him quietly.They watched as he bent the door's handle, pushing it open. "Take a seat," he offered, resting his body on the back of his chair. They all obviously sat quietly, waiting for him to initiate the meeting. Anthony cracked his ten fingers as he thought of the appropriate words to say. From what these men had said, Mateo was obviously dead. That was good. But the deed wasn't done by him. That was not so good. "Do you have proof that the remains are his?" He questioned, uncorking another bottle. Throughout the entire day, he kept feeling he needed a glass of drink. Why, he couldn't understand. Something was definitely up, and it was beneath his nose. He watched as the lead agent tapped on his iPad thrice. "Here," he said, pushing the phone towards Anthony. An
The ride home was extremely quiet. Ryan had come back for her three hours after he had left, and they were finally getting to head home by 3:39. Who knew she would still have to meet other family members even after their casino stuff? She huffed her anger out her nose. "Is all well?" "No." She grunted. The silence took its course. She folded her arms across her chest. "What's wrong?" He asked, placing his hand over hers. She flinched a bit, before regaining herself. How could she explain that she wanted to be alone? Her head was running at three hundred and thirty metres per second. She needed to soothe and calm herself. She was angry, frustrated, sad and mad at herself. Why was it so hard for her to find a peaceful ground? What would it take for her to live a normal life? She was finally getting her life back on track. She had forgotten Anthony and his nuisance. She had her best friend and this amazing guy with her. And all of a sudden, every
"Baby, are you okay?" Ryan asked, placing an arm on her shoulder. She clamped her fingers together, trying to force a smile. "Yes, I am." She replied, turning to him. Her lips spread. "Coleman" Anthony called out, digging into his meal. Sandra looked at her table to find out that a plate was before her. When did that happen? "Mavens." Ryan greeted. "Do you have any intention of introducing me to her?" He asked. Ryan smiled. "baby,meet one of my many brothers. Anthony Mavens" Sandra's frown grew deeper. He was pretending not to know her. Ignoring all they had shared. The same way he had dumped her before. "It's a pleasure meeting you." Anthony said to her with a grin. He stretched out his hand. She stabbed the meal before her. "Same" she replied with a wide smile. She searched his eyes. He really seemed not to recognize her. She stared deeper into his eyes and no flick of recognition passed by. Reluctantly,she sighed. She turned
The long awaited weekend had finally arrived, and Sandra was sitting peacefully like the passenger princess that she was. Earlier that day, she had completed the low cut dress she intended on wearing to the dinner. Adjustments had been easy to make. The makeup artist she had booked arrived ten minutes earlier than expected, and luckily, they had gotten everything done at least five minutes before Ryan arrived. He had arrived in a black tux with his hair gelled backwards. It gave his face a more defined shape. His tattoos all covered up made him seem so innocent. His doe eyes took the form of a bunny's. She could see fear, panic and excitement behind the walls of his beautiful eyes. How important was the dinner to him? She smiled lightly as she recalled his reaction to her present look. He hadn't gasped or gushed, but his eyes had held her body longer than she expected. "Why are you smiling?" Ryan asked. She turned to him, quietly placing her palm on his thigh. She felt
The door slammed in her face as soon as Tanya left the room. Sandra, feeling choked by the repercussions of her actions retreated slowly into the vacant chair her friend had just occupied. Her heart seemed to have sank to her stomach. She clenched it tightly, hoping to hold herself in place. She hadn't really meant what she said. She hadn't. Tanya wasn't a monster. She wasn't a saint either, but she was far from a monster. She sighed. In a way,she was right. Tanya was hurting these men and their families. Innocent people who had done nothing to deserve the sour plate of injustice she had dished for them. But was the truth worth her friendship? She collapsed further into the chair. Tanya was the only person she could ever run to whenever she was in trouble. Tan was her backbone. Her hope. Her candle in the midst of the darkness. Her doorbell rang, capturing her attention. Her nerves grew alert as she quickly rose to her feet. She quietly tiptoed to the door, avoiding any s
She looked around the room, searching the environment. The woman sitting on the other side of the table seemed to have her lips moving but Sandra's head was spinning too fast for her to grasp what was being said. Her lips quivered and she quickly covered them up with both her hands. She was sure her eyes would be reddened. The tears were already at the brim of breaking off. "I'm so sorry, my dear," A voice said, as she felt a palm resting on her shoulder. She looked to find out it belonged to the woman at the other edge of the table. "Get your hands off me." She growled, glaring at her. The woman, with fear in her eyes, quickly retreated as she tightened the grip on her baby. "I was only trying to help" She defended. A snarl escaped Sandra's insides. She couldn't understand why she was mad at the woman. Heck, she should be grateful that the woman just saved her from such a blatant liar like him. Her shoulders fell even harder as she tried to process her t
"Hi," Sandra greeted, wrapping her arms around him. He enveloped her and she took a whiff of his cologne. Gosh, he smelt nice! "I love your cologne," she complimented, pulling away from him. "thank you. How are you?" He asked, holding her left hand. She felt her cheeks flush a bit. "I'm okay. A bit flushed and stressed." "Why?" He asked, scanning her face. She smiled as she noticed his eyes trailing her out look. "I just finished my workout and the heat did not make it all too bearable. " "I understand that," he replied, pushing off the strand of hair that covered her face. She flinched back, pushing the hair to its original position. His brow creased in confusion. "You look good." He complemented. She forced out a smile, knowing he was feeling rejected by her actions. "The cargo and top go together. Blue is a really nice color," he continued. It was the first time in months where she wasn't wearing a crop top, sweater
Applying the face wipe on her chin, Sandra giggled at Tanya's remark over the phone. "Trust me, it's how they all behave on the first date. They're all sweet and charming until three months later. Boo, believe me. You will sit your god-damned ass down and wonder if that was the same man you met that night."she emphasized with a hiss. She scrunched her nose at her friend's remark. Ryan was obviously a nice guy,and she felt it was too early for Tanya to start having superstitions and thoughts of him not living up to standard. Her lips lifted up in a snarl. It was either ways too early to give him much credit. "I'll try to be careful," "You'd better. Just play along, and if you eventually get tired, hand him over to me. He has what I need. Paper. " Tanya said with a tight laughter so funny that Sandra had to shake her head. "It's not always about money," she replied, picking up her phone. "It is always and will forever be about money. Forever."
"What do you mean?" Tanya questioned over the phone,causing Sandra to groan. She tugged down the edge of her tight, black dress as she stared at the mirror. "Girl, I need you to talk to me." Her voice boomed through the phone's speaker. Sandra took a quick glance at her phone. "What do you want me to tell you?" "I need" she stressed cautiously " you to tell me who the fuck you're going out on a date with! I need details." "why?" She asked, smacking her lips together. "why? Are you seriously asking me why?"She scoffed,"You can't just drop a bombshell on me, and run off. " "what do you mean?" Tanya's groan filled the room. "you're a twenty two year old virgin who has refused any and every offer from literally any man that crossed your path since Anthony. All of a sudden, I get a call at two am-" "it's seven pm over here," Sandra cut in. "whatever" she waved off the remark. "I get a call from you, and all you say is 'I'm goi
The cart screeched loudly as she pushed it through the mart. Her hand molded into a fist, before she rubbed at her darkened eyes repeatedly. Sleep had recently become only a wish for her. Who knew being a boss could be so traumatizing? She bent her arm, checking the timepiece. Just ten am. Another cup of coffee wouldn't be so bad. She picked up a toilet roll from the shelf. It had been a while - two years - since the day her previous life ended. The life that had scarred her. Well, two years was definitely enough to break down, cry, build back and get the itching tattoo that irked her. Her attention diverted to the arguing couple who were spitting words at each other. The two angels beside them held teary eyes in silence. "You piece of shit!" The woman slammed her husband with a slap to his face. She watched in horror as he spat out words which were too obscene for even her. God, those children would definitely need therapy. She rolled her cart off