PHILIPPINES, PRIVATE ISLAND: RENÉE’S POVAs usual, I woke up this morning with my husband’s arm latched around my waist and his head buried in the crook of my neck.The only difference was that, this time we were face to face on the bed. I didn’t know exactly why but I was prompted to run my sharp nails lightly up and down his jawline. I smiled inwardly at the feeling of his slight stubble against my fingertips.Minutes later he began to stir and I quickly withdraw my hand. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.“Don’t stop, mi amor. I think I will love waking up to this every morning.” He spoke huskily as he smiled groggily at me.How did he not have morning breath?!“Why, your attention seeking whores can’t satisfy you with that?” I asked in slight amusement and begun to run my nails up and down his jaw again.“Mmm!” He let out a breathy moan, “Why, mi Amor? Are you jealous of my many fuck buddies?” He asked with his signature smirk plastered on his face.“Me? Jealous of your
PHILIPPINES, PRIVATE ISLAND: 3RD PERSON’S POVThe burly man walked quickly through hallways in search of the camera room. He finally found it on the third floor. He opened the door in a rush but he was disappointed to see a different guard.“Where’s Bret?” The burly man asked gruffly.The new guard looked at him with a bored expression. He didn’t know why, but he suddenly had the feeling that the man didn’t belong.“Who’s asking?” The new guard asked with a yawn. He was clearly bored from watching the screens all day. He would rather guard the island’s borders.“Mrs. Rodríguez’s bodyguard.” The burly man lied as he took out his fake ID from his back pocket.The guard looked at him with a raised eyebrow, it was very clear that the ID was fake. Plus, the guard knew that Mrs. Rodríguez’s bodyguard was British, and this burly guy’s accent was far from it.“Let me make a brief call, because I honestly don’t know.” The new guard replied, picking up his phone to call her actual bodyguard whi
UNKNOWN LOCATION: CHARLIE’S POVI furiously exited the mansion, heading for my jet. I had earlier called the pilot to land it right on the island.Who the fuck did Ren think she was? Some bloody angel? She was far from an angel. She was the devil’s incarnate.That bitch seriously had the nerve to say that she could never bare my presence. Ugh! I punched the jet in hurt, frustration and anger till I was satisfied with the blood smearing my knuckles.I heard a familiar voice scoff.I whipped my head in the direction to see Ren entering her jet. We made eye contact for a second, she scowled at me in disgust.She was disgusted? Well I was furious.I averted my sight from her direction and entered my jet. Leila was already there but she wasn’t alone.Great, just the distraction I needed.Ugh! That pathetic bodyguard was right.The jet landed safely in Mr. Taylor’s airport here in Madrid. I was supposed to arrive with Ren for the coronation so I decided to wait for her to arrive. I stood at
UNKNOWN LOCATION: RENÉE’S POVI was trying frantically to get to the surface all to no avail. My lungs were burning up due to the amount of water in them. I slowly began to give up the struggle as I gradually sunk into oblivion.This was it. Renée Elizabeth Taylor drowned somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Wow! What a great way to go down in the history books of the English mafia.I slowly gained consciousness, coughing and sneezing out water in surprise. I was alive? How was I alive? I squinted my salt filled eyes to see my bodyguard deep in thought with a single tear running down his face.“Li-Li-L-Liam?” I breathed.My lungs felt heavy, and I was having slight difficulty in breathing.“Renée, you’re alive!” He exclaimed, hugging me tightly.Whoa! I never expected this sudden display of affection from my bodyguard of all people.He quickly pulled away, making me almost scowl at the loss of body heat.“I’m sorry, Boss. I just thought I had failed you.” He clarified his actions awkwardly
UNKNOWN LOCATION: 3RD PERSON’S POVWord had spread fast about the missing English mafia Queen in the mafia. Enemies were alert, hoping to find her for their selfish gains, but there was one thing holding them back. How could they find her when they had no idea what she looked like?Meanwhile, the Spanish, English and Italian mafias had joined forces to search for the mafia Queen. They were instructed by their current Kings to find her at all cost.The Italian mafia was an ally of the English mafia so it was no trouble asking them to aid in the search. The Russian mafia also gave out some of their men as they were an ally of the Spanish mafia. The only difference between the Russian and Italian mafias was that, the Italians actually knew what the missing Queen looked like, as they were more family than an ally to the English mafia.Oceans were searched thoroughly, airports and islands were raided all to no avail.“We must find my daughter. I know without a doubt that she isn’t dead.” M
THE REMOTE ISLAND: RENÉE’S POVI let go of Calvin and run towards Liam. I narrowly dodged badly aimed bullets on the way. These shooters couldn’t possibly be in the mafia, their aim sucked. I grabbed Liam, dragging him with me as Calvin searched for a safe place to hide. Fighting back would be completely pointless, they had the upper hand.“In here.” Calvin pointed at a small opening in a mountain, running back to help me carry Liam’s heavy body.We safely made it into the opening. I dropped Liam’s body gently on the ground. I took in ragged breaths, I was exhausted from carrying such a heavy body.What did men in the mafia world eat? Blue whales?!“Liam! No, stay with me. Please, stay with me.” I tried to revive him as Calvin called for reinforcements with his phone.My half-brother was the one who found us. After all that I did to him, he still came for me. For that, I was eternally grateful.I couldn’t help but to wonder where Charlie was though.‘Stop thinking about that arsehole
LONDON, ENGLAND: RENÉE’S POVMy heels clicked loudly against the marble floors of the club, Liam following a few metres behind me.After the arsehole and I had the divorce the merge got destroyed, but the Spanish mafia remained an ally.My gang and the arsehole’s gang still hanged out as one, but during those hangouts I was out with my boyfriend and bodyguard, Liam Walker.I only hanged out with my gang, and occasionally Soledad, Mandy, Carlisle and Mike. But those were the times when the arsehole was too busy to join the fun. The bastard never tried to reach out to me, he never apologized for his actions, which pissed Mr. Rodríguez off even more.All eligible men Mr. Rodríguez picked to take over the Spanish mafia rejected the offer, because they were scared shit of that arsehole. What a bunch of pussies.Now back to why I was in a club. Ever since I took over as the Queen of the English mafia, my wild side began to grow. I had turned into a seduce and kill machine.Today in particu
MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POVI scowled angrily as I walked out of the cell. The guy I had been mercilessly torturing for the past three days was refusing to let out any information. It was beginning to get frustratingly annoying.I wiped the blood on my hands with a wet towel, dumping it into a nearby bin as I got out of the base.I quickly got into the driver's seat of my Bugatti Veyron and drove over to the nearest café. I needed to clear my hazy mind over a steaming cup of coffee, and maybe think of new torture methods while I was at it.My heart skipped a beat when I noticed the booth on my far right.It couldn't be, could it?What the hell was Renée doing here in Madrid?She wasn't alone though, she was with her bodyguard boyfriend and...Delilah?Why the hell were those three laughing like old friends catching up after being apart for a really long time?I studied my ex-wife carefully.Her dirty blonde hair had grown longer and fuller. Her face glowed like never before. Her spark
BALI, INDONESIA: ISABELLA’S POVWhen Dimitri had told me that we’d be going to mall tonight to watch a movie at the cinema, I was ecstatic. I mean, what could go wrong?It was when we finally arrived at the cinema that I found out he had bought tickets to a horror movie, The Exorcist: Believer. Just like my mum I wasn’t good with horror movies.No matter how hard I tried to not get scared shit, movie night with my friends ended with my face buried in pillows for most parts of the movie. Rosalie had gotten my father’s insane love for horror, and we ended up having silly arguments anytime we had to pick a movie to watch as a family.I tried all I could to convince Dimitri that horror and me was never a good idea. Unfortunately he didn’t take me seriously, and literally carried me into the theatre so we could take our seats.Aji had been tasked to get us popcorn and drinks. I silently prayed he got us a large bucket, so I could focus only on finishing it up. If that didn’t work, I would
BALI, INDONESIA: DIMITRI’S POVAfter I carried her back to the bedroom things got heated between us pretty clearly. This time I left out the cuffs, and gave her the chance to show me what ecstasy felt like. That amazing mouth of hers worked wonders on my dick, and it made me crave for her more. I could not get enough of Isabella.We had agreed that she would continue to take the pill. We weren’t ready to bring little ones into our messed up lives. I realised yesterday that I was still sore from my mother’s death.To tell my wife about how her mother-in-law died, I needed to muster a lot of emotional strength. I definitely wouldn’t like to break down in front of her.The next morning the cook had prepared some nasi goreng. It was the Balinese version of fried rice with fresh veggies. The delicious dish had been served with fried eggs, and I could tell Isabella enjoyed it very much.Today I planned to take her on a tour of Bali. I would take her to a few tourist sites in the area. I cal
BALI, INDONESIA: ISABELLA’S POV I woke up to an empty bed the next day. I sat up and looked around in confusion. Dimitri definitely wasn’t in the bedroom, but there were colourful paper bags at the foot of the bed. I checked them out to satisfy my curiosity. They contained clothes, make up, and heels. I had forgotten that I didn’t get the chance to pack anything for the trip, but my phone.These clothes definitely wouldn’t do for the short time we were to be here, I’d have to go shopping. I got up from the bed and opened a door in hope that it lead to a bathroom. I found a jacuzzi bath tub, already filled with water and floating red roses. I took off the sheet I had wrapped around my body and stepped into the tub.I dressed up later, and left the bedroom to find Dimitri in the kitchen. The cook had arrived, and had prepared breakfast. When I first noticed the numerous stacks of pancakes, fried eggs, and cut bananas, I thought it was all too much for just two people.That was until I
BALI, INDONESIA: DIMITRI’S POVMy jet landed safely at the Denpasar International airport in Bali. The car I had recently purchased and the driver I’d hired were waiting patiently for us. I got off the jet first and helped Isabella to come down without tripping over her dress.When her heels finally touched the ground, I swept her off them and into my arms. I walked us to the black Mercedes-Maybach, and the driver opened the door to the backseat so that I could put her in. I got in beside her, and the driver shut the door after us.Aji took his seat and revved the engine, while I sent him the directions to my penthouse. It was located metres away from the world famous Uluwatu Beach, and had a great view of the ocean. I bought it a year ago with the idea that if my dad became too much for me to handle I’d just go there to lay low for a few months.It was beautiful, and I had no doubt that Isabella would love it. I paid some people to set the mood for us before we arrived. When Aji pull
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POV I was dressed in a charming applique V-neck wedding dress with spaghetti straps. It was elegant and backless with a long train. I held a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and the other held on to my dad’s arm. We gracefully walked towards where Dimitri stood with the officiant. The bridesmaids, Alice and Rosalie, had already gone before me with the maid of honour, Jessica. Dimitri’s best man, Sam, stood beside him and had his gaze fixed on my sister. She did look stunning in her outfit. Who could blame him? I caught Dimitri’s gaze when I drew closer to him and held it even after my dad gave me away. The ceremony began, and I hadn’t even realised that I had been holding my breath in anxiety. There was this sinking feeling in my stomach that something would go wrong. We took turns reciting our vows and then slipped a ring on each other’s finger. It was when Dimitri was told that he may kiss the bride, did shit hit the fan. Gunshots rang out from every po
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POVI went to Jess’ room when I returned from Laurent’s house. She was in bed watching a Netflix series on her laptop. I got onto the bed, and buried my head in her pillows to groan as loud as I could.“Let me guess, Dimitri signed the contact.” She commented.“Yeah, and I had to tell Laurent everything.”“And it obviously didn’t go well, but not bad enough to make you cry.”I turned my head to face her, “If my parents have thought me anything, it’s to fall with your head and not your heart.”Jess didn’t reply, something had caught her attention. It was her phone. Out of curiosity I leaned over her MacBook to get a look, but she quickly turned off the phone. I mentally rolled my eyes. I knew all six numbers of her passcode.“What was that?” I enquired, scrutinizing her facial expression in case she’d lie to me.“Noah sent a nude photo of him, and it’s for my eyes only.” She replied, and waved me away with a hand.I shook my head and fell back on to the bed
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POV“Dimitri has not signed the contract yet. There will be no partying until he has done so, and I do hope that he does not.” I told them, and dropped unto my bed.“Huh, wait, so it’s not a joke.” Jasper spoke up, and I groaned loudly in response.I really wished it was just that, a joke, but it wasn’t. My parents had literally put an entire institution on my head. One I wasn’t sure I could carry without losing my balance and falling.I politely told my friends that I needed some time to think, and they left my room one after the other. Edward however stayed behind, and turned to me.I sat up to look at him, his expression was unreadable. He didn’t like this, but even if I wasn’t getting married to Dimitri, he till didn’t have a chance with me.“So this is it then, no turning back?” He enquired, not taking his eyes off me.“My mum threatened to kill Laurent.” I whispered.“Then let him die. Bella, your freedom and sanity is much more important.” He snapped
NEVADA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA: DIMITRI’S POVIt was almost nightfall by the time we made it to Vegas. Sam and I visited our favourite strip club to blow off some steam. The inside was already bursting with life, music, and dance when we got in. From past experiences I knew this was only the beginning, the actual fun was yet to come.Sam paid for a VIP seating so he could have a better view of the stage, and drinks at his disposal. He wasn’t here to cheat on his girlfriend. Well, I needed to get over the unforgettable moment I had spent with a certain blonde. I needed to fuck someone.I told Sam to give me a call when he was ready to leave, and left to go rent a champagne room. I paid for an exotic entertainer, and asked the server to leave us alone after he had poured me a glass of champagne. I held the glass in one hand as I sat in the large couch with my limbs spread open.The brunette gave me a lap dance in her intricate revealing black lingerie and red platform heels. I wasn’t
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POVWhen Rosalie finally replied my texts I had almost fallen asleep. Apparently Sam had spilled his guts to her, and she had still accepted him. Unfortunately he had been called back to Russia by his father, Diego’s right hand.Great. My sister and I had scored the Boss family of the Russian mafia. How did we get so lucky? I rolled my eyes alongside the heavy sarcasm.Rosalie had also spilled her guts to him. Not everything though, just what she felt he needed to know. When she turns sixteen, she and her gang will be transferred to Spain where their training would continue. This was so they could start running the Spanish mafia when she turns eighteen.If my dad didn’t get through to Diego, Sam and Rosalie getting married might just solve the problem. They would just have to wait until they were old enough. Eighteen and fourteen had an age gap when you thought about it, but it really wasn’t that huge.Fuck! My fourteen years old sister was in love with an