LONDON, ENGLAND: CHARLIE’S POV“Push, Ren! Push!” I yelled at my wife again.We had dialled my mum and she made it here in record time.We were all gathered in the nurses’ office of the school. Ren laid, panting on the hospital bed.“Charlie, don’t bloody tell me to push! You caused this, why don’t you fucking push?! The nerve you have!” Ren screamed at me, giving one last big push anyway.Again, my mum was able to bring out a crying...baby girl?Another girl?! Oh come on. I wanted a mini Charlie for fuck’s sake.Mum quickly took the baby to the next room to clean her up before bringing her back.“Yep, it has begun alright.” Mr. Taylor muttered with a smirk.Looking at the new addition to my family, I knew immediately that this one wouldn’t be as much trouble as Isabella was.This time, she looked exactly like Ren. Hopefully she would have Ren’s personality too, although I was unsure if she would have Ren’s sadistic nature. That nature could already be seen in Isabella, literally!“He
RENÉE'S POV: ENGLAND, LONDONRaising two hot-headed kids was a handful, especially when Charlie wasn't at home to help.Today of all days, they had gotten the entire mafia family into deep shit. I was just glad that school had closed when it happened.I glared at the two girls as we all waited for Charlie to arrive. It was at times like these that I wished they hadn't inherited the personalities of Charlie and me."Mi amor, I'm home!" Charlie hollered from the living room."In the kitchen!" I yelled back, still keeping a watchful eye on Bella and Rose.What bothered me the most was that neither seemed to care about what they did. They even refused to apologize to the victims no matter how hard I tried to get them to.Esme was right. My kids were sadists.Immediately Charlie entered, the girls put on puppy eyed expressions in order to soften up their dad."Mi amor, what's going on?" Charlie asked, noticing my anger."Your daughters are jeopardizing our family secret. Today, Isabella sl
RENÉE'S POV: ENGLAND, LONDONI was at a well-known pizzeria down the street from Sole and Jack's home. The girls and I were having a girls' hang out while the guys and the kids were all huddled up in Mandy and Mike's home."How do you think the guys are doing?" Esme asked.Esme and Carlisle had arrived from Spain with their kids for a vacation at my place.To say my daughters were ecstatic to see the boys was an understatement. They had boyfriends for Christ's sake. I was beginning to fear that both my daughters had inherited their dad's fuckboy nature."Hmm! From the number of times John has called me, I'd say pretty badly." Jackie answered.The girls and I thought it wise for all of us to switch off our phones, save for Jackie so that we wouldn't be disturbed.The guys boasted that they could take care of the kids without us better than we could without them, and we obviously didn't agree. So they decided to use today to prove us wrong and them right.Now it hadn't even been three h
ENGLAND, LONDON: RENÉE'S POV"Why don´t we call William and Clifford to find out from them?" I suggested when we run out of possible solutions to our current problem.Clifford as you all know, is my jet's pilot, and William is the kids' personal driver. He drives them over to anywhere they want to go."Nah! I don't think William will have the slightest clue about the kids' whereabouts. He's on vacation in Hawaii, which leaves Clifford." Mandy replied."Great, I'll call him." Sole offered, switching on her phone and dialling his number.He picked up on the fifth ring, which was so unlike him."Hello, this is Clifford at your service. How may I help you Mrs. Rogers?" He asked politely, with his usual practiced lines."Hey Clifford. Do you by any chance know where our kids are?" Esme asked the question lingering in the atmosphere."I'm sorry Mrs. Smith, but I do not know where your kids are." He replied.I had no idea why, but I had a strong feeling that he was lying."Clifford, if you v
SPAIN, MADRID: CHARLIE'S POVThis time, the whole gang including our kids were in Madrid to celebrate my mum's birthday. She just turned... Okay, I kind of lost count, but who cares?"Happy birthday to you..." The kids sung in unison as my parents and the others smiled adoringly at them.I rolled my eyes when mum started to open the gifts one by one and took pictures with each child for memories. This birthday party was taking much longer than it was supposed to.I walked over to mi esposa who was looking way too comfy giggling at whatever Liam was saying. She was my wife for Christ's sake. Maybe if he and his woman hadn't split up, I wouldn't be this possessive."Hey mi amor, should we get going?" I asked, glaring at Liam.He understood that my glare was telling him to 'fuck off', and he quickly disappeared. After he excused himself, I went back to looking adoringly and lovingly at my wife."Okay. I'm going to pretend that I didn't just see you act all jealous. I'm also going to pret
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POVBlood oozed out of my broken nose. I wasn’t even sure if I wasn’t tied up I would be able to wipe it off. I was physically and emotionally drained. I couldn’t come to a decision on what hurt more. The injuries inflicted on my body, or the fact that it was the guy I called a boyfriend who was doing this to me.Laurent and I had been dating against my parents’ wish since I was twelve. As a kid I’d had a huge crush on one of my close friends, Edward Smith. Then reality hit me like a brick wall, and I realised I wasn’t so great at long distance relationships.Even with an English last name, he was of Spanish descent. He chose to remain in his homeland over staying here in London with me. I was so hurt, I begun dating Laurent who showed an interest in me just to spite Edward.Eventually, Laurent had helped me to forget about my feelings for Edward. I had grown to love him back. We became the perfect couple, staying together no matter what happened.What did
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POVMy parents had my gang eliminating members of the Russian mafia one by one, whenever they made the mistake of entering our territory. We had killed more than ten Russians in the last two months, but they still kept coming. I guessed they had the numbers too much to care about the deaths.After a battle with them that ended in the Russian mafia losing a quarter of their men, they’d backed off. Now it seemed like they’d grown tired off staying away, putting my parents on their guard.In the beginning we were to bring them back alive for torture, but when my parents failed in getting anything out of them, we were ordered to kill them on sight.“Dimitri Volkov. Twenty-one, tall, muscular, black hair, dark brown eyes, Russian.” Noah read out loud, “And he’s here…” He trailed of in surprise.What? That couldn’t be right. What would our target be doing here at our school? He couldn’t possibly be a student. Wait a minute. Dimitri Volkov? Fuck, no! This couldn’t
LONDON, ENGLAND: DIMITRI’S POV“Dimitri, meet Isabella Rodríguez, my girlfriend.” Laurent’s last sentence drew my attention.Rodríguez? As in Charlie and Renée Rodríguez? It was at that moment that I begun to see the similarities between her and the pictures in my dad’s study. She looked like the female version of her father. She was beautiful.I could clearly see what my brother saw in her, but frankly she deserved much better than him. Unfortunately, I couldn’t say she deserved someone like me because I was here to finish what my dad started years ago. He wanted Charlie dead.The men Diego had sent before me had all been reported dead. The Rodríguez were doing a good job of protecting their legacy. My brother had been kept in the dark about the Rodríguez family. A precaution that my dad took to make sure he stayed alive while in enemy territory.Charlie’s wife, Renée, had a habit of monitoring her targets before sending out her men to take them out. If Laurent didn’t pose any kind o
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