Carrie's POV
The hall was a whirlwind of activity when I came down the staircase, my fingers tracing the railing as if grounding myself against the chaos below. Workers moved swiftly, dropping bunches of white roses and golden ribbons over every available surface. The air smelled of fresh flowers and polished wood, yet to me, it carried the weight of something much darker. The wedding was tomorrow. The thought wrapped around my chest like a vice, stealing the breath from my lungs. Ever since Victor had told me the date was moved up, the nightmares hadn’t stopped. Dark, shadowy figures haunted my dreams, their laughter echoing as I walked down the aisle toward an abyss, not a man. As I reached the bottom step, my gaze was drawn to the garden outside. Through the massive glass windows, I saw him—The Reaper. He had just arrived yesterday, his presence unnerving as always. He stood in the garden, his posture relaxed yet predatory, like a wolf among sheep. Beside him was Victor, speaking animatedly as he handed over a briefcase. My heart stopped. It was the same briefcase I’d seen before, the one Victor had brought into the shop some days ago. I squinted, trying to make out the details as The Reaper opened it, his lips curling into a smile. A chill ran down my spine. Whatever was inside, it was important—dangerously so. The two men left the garden and got into a sleek black car, driving off without a glance back. I focused my eyes away, my thoughts a tangled mess, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. A new email. The subject line read: Urgent – Eyes Only. It was from Mr. Grayson. My fingers trembled as I opened the message, an attachment staring back at me. Clicking on it revealed a blueprint—intricate lines and markings that made no immediate sense. “What is this?” I muttered, zooming in. My eyes caught on a stamp in the corner, and my breath hitched. It was a symbol—a crest, ornate and ominous. My mind raced, trying to place it. And then it hit me. The briefcase. The same symbol had been embossed on its surface. I remembered now. Panic bubbled up as I scrambled to search the internet, typing frantically into the search bar. “Mafia crest symbol.” Dozens of results flooded the screen, each one painting a grim picture. The crest was a mark of power, a symbol uniting the three top Mafia empires in the state. My stomach churned. Victor. The Reaper. They were entangled in something far beyond what I’d imagined. I didn’t have a choice—I had to know more. I followed them. **************** The city’s streets blurred as I trailed their car, my heart pounding in time with the engine’s hum. They led me to the outskirts of downtown, stopping at a dilapidated shed that seemed out of place amidst the urban setting. I stopped a distance away and slipped inside, my steps careful and silent. The shed was empty, or so I thought. I could hear voices echoing from deeper within, I moved back as I heard the voices getting closer, until I found myself hiding behind a large metal barrel. “I'll hide here" I said to myself. From behind the barrel, I saw them—The Reaper, Victor, their men, and another figure. The stranger was impeccably dressed, his suit tailored to perfection. Two bodyguards stood behind him, their guns gleaming under the dim light. The man held the briefcase, speaking with a tone that oozed smugness. “A pleasure doing business with you.” The Reaper said nothing, his expression unreadable as he turned to leave with Victor. But then, the man opened the briefcase. His smile vanished. “It’s empty,” he growled, his voice sharp enough to cut through the tension. The room froze. “But that doesn't make any sense" I mumbled. In one swift motion, he pulled out a gun and fired. Time slowed as everyone turned towards The Reaper, expecting him to be the target but no, the bullet hurtled toward Victor. Before I could think, I moved on instinct. Grabbing a stray metal tray from the ground, I lunged in front of Victor, deflecting the shot. The sound echoed like a thunderclap, the bullet ricocheting harmlessly into the wall. Silence fell, broken only by The Reaper’s laughter. “Well, that’s one way to make an entrance,” he drawled, his tone drooping with amusement. Victor stared at me, his face a mask of shock and something else—something I couldn’t place. The man with the briefcase, however, was livid. “Where is it?” he demanded, his gun now aimed at The Reaper. “The flash drive. Where is it?” My ears perked up. Flash drive? The Reaper smirked, pulling out his own weapon. “If I were you, I’d be more worried about living here alive.” The man signaled his guards to attack, their guns aimed and ready. Victor’s men tensed, but The Reaper held up a hand, stopping them. What was he planning? Then, with unnerving precision, he fired a single shot. We all watched as the bullet ricocheted off a beam, then a pipe, and finally struck both guards simultaneously. They collapsed, lifeless, before they could even pull the trigger. “Wow" Everyone gasped. Even I was impressed. “Show-off,” Victor muttered under his breath. The air grew thick with tension. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” the man hissed, clutching the briefcase like a lifeline. A single shot ended the conversation, the man crumpling to the ground. With a dirty smirk planted on his face, The Reaper looked at his lifeless body and said, “I always win." ************** The Reaper turned to me, his gaze sharp. “I knew you’d show up,” he said, his tone almost teasing. “Right on time" Victor, still reeling, snapped, “Who is he?” The Reaper grinned, gesturing to me. “Your new bodyguard.” “What?” Victor barked. “I don’t need some random—” “Like the last one?” The Reaper cut him off, his words laced with implication. Victor’s jaw tightened, and after a moment, he relented. “Fine. But this is on you.” I blinked. “I thought I was to be your bodyguard.” The Reaper chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Do I look like someone who needs protection?” I thought back to the bullet, the way he handled it all with unnerving ease. “Fair point,” I muttered. Victor eyed me warily. “What’s your name?” I didn’t answer, slipping away before he could press further. I made my way back to the mansion. ************* Back in my room, exhaustion weighed heavy, but something on the bed caught my attention—a small box wrapped in crimson red paper. A note was kept on top it, the handwriting elegant. ‘Have a great time at your wedding tomorrow, Camilla.’ My stomach dropped as I tore the paper away, revealing a diary inside. “Camilla’s diary?” “Only one person could have sent this.” “Diego!” I whispered, clutching the book tightly. Whatever his plan was, I needed to be ready. Tomorrow is Camilla’s…I mean, my wedding.Carrie's POV My heart pounded as I slowly walked down the aisle, my gaze fixed on Victor at the altar. The grand hall was eerily silent despite the hum of guests and the soft melody of the piano. My white wedding gown weighed heavily on me, much like the secrets I'd been carrying.Victor stood at the end of the aisle, his expression unreadable. Beside him was a priest. He wore a long, dark cloak that obscured most of his face. The flickering candles cast shadows that danced ominously along the walls, making the entire scene feel surreal.As I reached halfway, my feet began to falter. I stopped, trembling and afraid. “I’m not Camilla,” I yelled, my voice cracking. “I don’t belong here! I want to leave!”Gasps erupted from the audience, but before I could even take a step back, Victor surged forward. His iron grip latched onto my wrist, yanking me close.“Ouch Victor you're hurting me" Without warning, he crushed his lips against mine in a forceful, dominating kiss. I struggled all I
Victor's POV Blood?.Warm and sticky, it seeped through my fingers as I pressed against the wound in my side, trying to stop the flow. The pain was sharp, but it wasn’t unbearable—I’d felt worse before. What truly stung was the look of disappointment on the masked man’s face as he stood over me, arms crossed like he’d been cheated.“You’re not him,” he said, his voice low and cold. His eyes—what little I could see of them beneath the mask—narrowed. “I was expecting the Reaper. Instead, I get his puppet.”I forced a smirk, though it cost me. “Bastard, you’ll regret not finishing the job.”The man snorted, unimpressed. “Take him to the cell where the girl is. Let him bleed for a while.” he looked up at me, “Then you finish the job." Two men stepped forward, their grips rough as they yanked me to my feet. My legs wobbled, but I didn’t let them see how weak I was. I’d be damned if I showed any sign of defeat.The walk to the cell was short but agonizing. Every step sent jolts of pain th
Carrie's POV The room buzzed with an uneasy energy. I couldn’t tell if it was just my nerves or the weight of everyone’s stares. “Isabella?" The mysterious lady leaned in and kissed his cheek, her lips leaving a faint mark that seemed to glow in the dim light. “Hello Victor. Miss me?Victor didn’t flinch; instead, he turned to her, his expression unreadable.She glanced my way, her sharp hazel eyes locking onto mine. Her lips curved into a smirk, and I felt a chill run down my spine.“Who the hell is she?” I whispered under my breath, my fingers clutching the hem of my gown.As she let go of Victor, Isabella strode toward me, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Each step felt deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. Goosebumps prickled my skin, and I resisted the urge to step back.What was she planning?Before she could reach me, The Reaper intercepted her. He moved like a shadow, his presence suffocating.“Oh, hello…Uncle.” Isabella said, a smirk forming. "Been a
Victor's POV Isabella... Just the thought of her name carried a weight that weighed heavy in my heart. She wasn’t just any woman—she was a piece of my past that refused to fade. Growing up, Isabella had been family. Her father and my father had been inseparable, practically brothers, bound by loyalty forged in blood and fire. That loyalty had cost Isabella's father his life. During a raid, her father had pushed my father out of harm's way, taking the bullets meant for him. In honor of that sacrifice, my father adopted Isabella, raising her as one of his own. From the moment Isabella joined our household, she was a force to be reckoned with. Strong-willed, fearless as they come, and unapologetic, she took whatever she wanted. As teens, I must admit that I'd fallen hard for her, captivated by her confidence and beauty. I loved her with everything I had. She was supposed to be my forever home. I had planned our future together, I was going to marry her, believing we’d grow old
Carrie's POV I stirred awake as sunlight streamed through the room's tiny circular window. I stretched lazily, savoring the gentle sway of the cruise ship.Slipping out of bed, I rummaged through my closet and chose a cheerful floral skirt and paired it with a turquoise bikini top. The outfit screamed playful yet comfortable—perfect for a day at sea.Just then, my stomach grumbled. I grabbed my phone, touched up my makeup and headed toward the café for breakfast. Halfway there, my phone buzzed with a text. It was from Victor: “Bring me some coffee on your way coming back.”“Jerk" I sighed, pocketing my phone. “He could at least say please,” I muttered under my breath. I reached the café, ordered a light breakfast—Scrambled eggs and French toast, and found a quiet corner to eat. The aroma of fresh pastries and coffee filled the air as passengers mingled around me.Once I finished my meal, I stopped at the counter to grab Victor’s coffee. The captain’s voice suddenly echoed through t
Victor’s POV The sensation of water filling my lungs jolted me awake. I coughed violently, spitting out the saltwater that nearly choked me. Blinking against the blinding sunlight, I sat up, feeling the gritty sand clinging to my wet clothes. For a moment, I was disoriented, my head pounding as I took in the scene of nothing but ocean and the desolate island before me.Where the hell was I?I forced myself to my feet, every muscle aching from the explosion and the battle against the waves. My gaze swept across the beach, scanning for any signs of life or wreckage. Just as hopelessness began to creep in, I saw it—a figure bobbing in the water, lifeless.I trudged through the surf, my legs heavy as I reached the body. It was my bodyguard, his face obscured by the ever-present mask. “Tf does he manage to keep it on all the time" “Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, dragging him onto the shore. He wasn’t breathing. Without thinking, I slammed my hands against his chest, trying to for
Carrie’s POV The hot spring’s warmth wrapped around me like a second skin, easing the tension from my body. It had been days since I’d felt this relaxed, If only I could just have this moment all to myself —But alas, I wasn’t alone.Like a beast, he grabbed my breasts with one hand and yanking me closer with the other, his tongue sent wet kisses down my bare neck.“Sir…” I said, trying to reason with him"Shh” He whispered in my ear, "Call me Victor." With his hands on my hips, he turned me around all the way, my movements, startling the not so calm waters. Within seconds, he started rubbing my pussy, his wet fingers finding their way around.“Ah" I moaned at loud, my body vibrating in ways I never knew were possible. Is this the same Victor who always snuck into my— I mean Camila's room, late at night to take advantage of her? What he also taking advantage of me as well?Suddenly, he stopped. I felt his piercing gaze from behind. He kissed me down from my shoulders to my lower back
James’s POVI sighed as I leaned against the cold metal railing of the fire escape, watching her through my binoculars.She wasn’t doing anything exciting—just eating breakfast by her small apartment window. She sat there, sipping coffee, scrolling through her phone, completely unaware that someone—me, was keeping an eye on her."This is boring as hell," I muttered to myself mid yawn.Victor had given me orders to keep tabs on her, but honestly, I hadn't seen anything suspicious. She was just… normal.A little too normal.After finishing her breakfast, the lady left her apartment, locking the door behind her. I followed her from a distance as she walked to a fast-food restaurant a few blocks away.I groaned. She works in a burger joint?For the next few hours, I sat in my car across the street, watching her through the restaurant’s big glass windows. She took orders, smiled at customers, and even laughed with her coworkers.Victor thinks this girl is dangerous?I leaned back in my sea
Carrie's POV My head throbbed as I slowly regained consciousness. A dull ache radiated from the back of my skull, and my limbs felt heavy. As I opened my eyes, the dim light barely illuminated the rough, damp walls around me. Panic surged through my veins as I tried to move, only to realize that my wrists and ankles were tightly bound to a chair. A thick cloth was stuffed into my mouth, making it impossible to scream.My heart pounded as I twisted my hands against the restraints, but the ropes only burned against my skin. Where was I? And more importantly—where was Diego? The last thing I remembered was our fight. I had almost gotten away with the files before Diego caught me off guard and knocked me unconscious.The heavy sound of a door creaking open made me tense up a little. Footsteps echoed against the concrete floor. A shadow loomed over me.It was Diego.As he stepped into the light. He looked furious, his usually composed demeanor shattered by rage.With a rough tug, he p
Carrie’s POV “I must say,” he mused, holding up a document, “you played the part well. Almost had everyone fooled.”“You don’t understand Diego,” I said, trying to reason with him. “It isn’t what you think.”Faster than I could blink, he reached for his gun**************I sat at the long dining table, the morning sun streaming through the large windows. Victor sat at the head of the table, sipping his espresso as he scrolled through his phone.I tried not to look at him.Tried not to think about the way his lips had felt on mine that day at the hot spring.I know it happened days ago but even now, whenever I see him, my memories flood back in reminding me of the events.My fingers tightened around my fork.I needed to get out of here.Out of this house.“I’ll be out for the day,” I said casually.Victor barely glanced at me. “Where?”“To see my papi,” I lied, forcing a small smile.He didn’t seem suspicious. He didn't seem to care at all.“Take that guy with you. What's his name…Ay
James’s POVI sighed as I leaned against the cold metal railing of the fire escape, watching her through my binoculars.She wasn’t doing anything exciting—just eating breakfast by her small apartment window. She sat there, sipping coffee, scrolling through her phone, completely unaware that someone—me, was keeping an eye on her."This is boring as hell," I muttered to myself mid yawn.Victor had given me orders to keep tabs on her, but honestly, I hadn't seen anything suspicious. She was just… normal.A little too normal.After finishing her breakfast, the lady left her apartment, locking the door behind her. I followed her from a distance as she walked to a fast-food restaurant a few blocks away.I groaned. She works in a burger joint?For the next few hours, I sat in my car across the street, watching her through the restaurant’s big glass windows. She took orders, smiled at customers, and even laughed with her coworkers.Victor thinks this girl is dangerous?I leaned back in my sea
Carrie’s POV The hot spring’s warmth wrapped around me like a second skin, easing the tension from my body. It had been days since I’d felt this relaxed, If only I could just have this moment all to myself —But alas, I wasn’t alone.Like a beast, he grabbed my breasts with one hand and yanking me closer with the other, his tongue sent wet kisses down my bare neck.“Sir…” I said, trying to reason with him"Shh” He whispered in my ear, "Call me Victor." With his hands on my hips, he turned me around all the way, my movements, startling the not so calm waters. Within seconds, he started rubbing my pussy, his wet fingers finding their way around.“Ah" I moaned at loud, my body vibrating in ways I never knew were possible. Is this the same Victor who always snuck into my— I mean Camila's room, late at night to take advantage of her? What he also taking advantage of me as well?Suddenly, he stopped. I felt his piercing gaze from behind. He kissed me down from my shoulders to my lower back
Victor’s POV The sensation of water filling my lungs jolted me awake. I coughed violently, spitting out the saltwater that nearly choked me. Blinking against the blinding sunlight, I sat up, feeling the gritty sand clinging to my wet clothes. For a moment, I was disoriented, my head pounding as I took in the scene of nothing but ocean and the desolate island before me.Where the hell was I?I forced myself to my feet, every muscle aching from the explosion and the battle against the waves. My gaze swept across the beach, scanning for any signs of life or wreckage. Just as hopelessness began to creep in, I saw it—a figure bobbing in the water, lifeless.I trudged through the surf, my legs heavy as I reached the body. It was my bodyguard, his face obscured by the ever-present mask. “Tf does he manage to keep it on all the time" “Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, dragging him onto the shore. He wasn’t breathing. Without thinking, I slammed my hands against his chest, trying to for
Carrie's POV I stirred awake as sunlight streamed through the room's tiny circular window. I stretched lazily, savoring the gentle sway of the cruise ship.Slipping out of bed, I rummaged through my closet and chose a cheerful floral skirt and paired it with a turquoise bikini top. The outfit screamed playful yet comfortable—perfect for a day at sea.Just then, my stomach grumbled. I grabbed my phone, touched up my makeup and headed toward the café for breakfast. Halfway there, my phone buzzed with a text. It was from Victor: “Bring me some coffee on your way coming back.”“Jerk" I sighed, pocketing my phone. “He could at least say please,” I muttered under my breath. I reached the café, ordered a light breakfast—Scrambled eggs and French toast, and found a quiet corner to eat. The aroma of fresh pastries and coffee filled the air as passengers mingled around me.Once I finished my meal, I stopped at the counter to grab Victor’s coffee. The captain’s voice suddenly echoed through t
Victor's POV Isabella... Just the thought of her name carried a weight that weighed heavy in my heart. She wasn’t just any woman—she was a piece of my past that refused to fade. Growing up, Isabella had been family. Her father and my father had been inseparable, practically brothers, bound by loyalty forged in blood and fire. That loyalty had cost Isabella's father his life. During a raid, her father had pushed my father out of harm's way, taking the bullets meant for him. In honor of that sacrifice, my father adopted Isabella, raising her as one of his own. From the moment Isabella joined our household, she was a force to be reckoned with. Strong-willed, fearless as they come, and unapologetic, she took whatever she wanted. As teens, I must admit that I'd fallen hard for her, captivated by her confidence and beauty. I loved her with everything I had. She was supposed to be my forever home. I had planned our future together, I was going to marry her, believing we’d grow old
Carrie's POV The room buzzed with an uneasy energy. I couldn’t tell if it was just my nerves or the weight of everyone’s stares. “Isabella?" The mysterious lady leaned in and kissed his cheek, her lips leaving a faint mark that seemed to glow in the dim light. “Hello Victor. Miss me?Victor didn’t flinch; instead, he turned to her, his expression unreadable.She glanced my way, her sharp hazel eyes locking onto mine. Her lips curved into a smirk, and I felt a chill run down my spine.“Who the hell is she?” I whispered under my breath, my fingers clutching the hem of my gown.As she let go of Victor, Isabella strode toward me, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Each step felt deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. Goosebumps prickled my skin, and I resisted the urge to step back.What was she planning?Before she could reach me, The Reaper intercepted her. He moved like a shadow, his presence suffocating.“Oh, hello…Uncle.” Isabella said, a smirk forming. "Been a
Victor's POV Blood?.Warm and sticky, it seeped through my fingers as I pressed against the wound in my side, trying to stop the flow. The pain was sharp, but it wasn’t unbearable—I’d felt worse before. What truly stung was the look of disappointment on the masked man’s face as he stood over me, arms crossed like he’d been cheated.“You’re not him,” he said, his voice low and cold. His eyes—what little I could see of them beneath the mask—narrowed. “I was expecting the Reaper. Instead, I get his puppet.”I forced a smirk, though it cost me. “Bastard, you’ll regret not finishing the job.”The man snorted, unimpressed. “Take him to the cell where the girl is. Let him bleed for a while.” he looked up at me, “Then you finish the job." Two men stepped forward, their grips rough as they yanked me to my feet. My legs wobbled, but I didn’t let them see how weak I was. I’d be damned if I showed any sign of defeat.The walk to the cell was short but agonizing. Every step sent jolts of pain th