Nora’s POV.
“Wow!! So, Nora can shed tears? I didn’t know stones have begun to have feelings. This is just wow!!” Lorenzo tormented with a sinister smile on his lips, his eyes flickering with amusement. He kept on rambling, but my mind was too occupied for my brain to accommodate whatever he was saying. I was devastated, sad and feeling lost. Watching Liam walk away from me made me realize something – the pain my victims’ families felt when they lost their loved ones. I felt my heart being ripped apart- as if a part of me had left me. I didn’t make a sound, I just stood fixated at the point, my eyes looking in the direction of where Liam had gone, with tears streaming down my eyes. Lorenzo’s laughter pierced through my grief – sharp, loud and mocking. “Don’t tell me the Ice Queen has melted for a man who didn’t even know who you really are?” he snorted. Wiping away my tears with the back of my palm, I slowly turned to face him, my face a mask of calculated coldness. Cold, dark and dangerous. In the blink of an eye, Lorenzo’s mocking smile vanished, and I could see fear glistening in his eyes. “You think this is funny? You think this is amusing?” I asked as I slowly edged towards him, my voice low and sharp like a blade. I saw him swallow hard, but he quickly masked his fear with a smirk. “Yes, it is, Nora. It’s amusing, really. Karma, served with a garnish of heartbreak” he said to me, leaning in, with a grin on his face. “What do you think your father would do if he finds out? Or have you forgotten rule No. 2 - Never fall in love?” Lorenzo’s words pierced through my heart, like a needle. No, I didn’t forget – I never did. My father’s words were always tattooed on my soul – long before I even fell in love. But I couldn’t explain how I fell in love ...... how I broke the rule – for Liam. “Do you think your father would spare him? Do you think he would live to see the next day?” Lorenzo’s firm voice, which was laced with venom asked but behind his firm voice, I could hear it – the trembling edge of fear. I refused to be broken- to be intimidated. I had been suffocated by my father my whole life and his dogs wanted to do so too? Hell, no. I wasn’t going to give room for that. I took a step forward- then another. “Go. Go ahead and tell him” I said with my lips parted open, and a bitter laugh escaped. “What?” he asked astonished, his lips trembling in shock at my unexpected response. “You want to tell him, right? Go ahead and do so. You think I would get on my knees and beg you not to?” I chuckled, my eyes tilting with anger. “Hell no!! Have you forgotten who I am? I am the Mafia Queen!! One who makes men tremble!!” I took another bold step forward, my arms wrapped around my chest. “I was born in blood, Lorenzo. I was raised by a tyrant, and I have taken down men who were more powerful than you”. “Have you forgotten I took the life of my own mother? Now, listen and listen well. You see that man that just left” I said, pointing in the direction of where Liam had gone, my voice low and laced with deadly promises. “He is my everything and I would do anything ...... I mean anything, to protect him. If my father touches a strand of Liam’s hair, I will remind him why he trained me to be the monster I am” I growled, each word sharp enough to draw blood. Lorenzo stood frozen – he didn’t move. The muscle in his jaw twitched and he blinked his eyes repeatedly in fear. His fists were clenched by his sides, his eyes were screaming venom, but he couldn’t even touch a strand of my hair. He was dressed up in fear and every breath he took was shallow. I caught a glimpse of his trembling legs, but he quickly covered it up by clearing his throat and raising his shoulders up. “Are you saying you don’t fear your father anymore?” his cracked voice managed to ask. “Yes, I don’t anymore. So, go ahead. Run to him. Whisper my secrets and deliver my warnings to him" I leaned in, with a dangerous smile on my face. Lorenzo didn't speak - couldn't. The silence between us grew thicker and heavier. I stared defiantly at him, daring him to utter a word if he had the gut. "You're going to regret this" Lorenzo painfully said, as he turned around and walked away in defeat. But the anger in me couldn't let me watch him walk just like that. I needed someone to pour my transgression on and Lorenzo was just the perfect fit. "You know what Lorenzo, I changed my mind" I said, making Lorenzo halt in his steps. I wanted to spare him before but I wasn't going to anymore. He slowly turned around, with confusion hitched on his face. "I am sorry but you won't be able to deliver my messages to my father. Secure a space for me in hell!!" with that, I pulled out my gun from my back pocket and pulled the trigger. "Gbam!!" a loud thud echoed in the hallway and it was Lorenzo's body that had collided with the cold floor. He was a betrayer anyway and he deserved to die. He was meant to dine and wine with his dead master in hell. I was damn done living my life for others - it was time for me to love and be loved. It was time for me to take control of my life and be free from my father's cage. Liam was the one who made me realize the essence of life - made me know, feel and understand what it meant to be loved. The one who added the strange, yet familiar word 'love' to my dictionary. I wasn't ready to lose him and I was ready to go to any length just to keep him by my side - even if it meant going against my father. I walked away from the bloody scene, ready to go after the man who gave me another reason to live - which is to love.Nora’s POV.“Shoot her!!!” his harsh, stern and firm voice commanded, making fear grip me. He was seated in an armchair, smoking his hemp and exhaling it in a single puff. His men surrounded him, each heavily armed, as if waiting for a directive to strike.The 10-year-old me was standing, holding a gun with my little trembling hands, aimed at my own mother. That wasn't my first time holding a gun, as I had practiced with it every day of my life since I was age five. But that was my first time of pointing it at a real being, my mother at that.“Shoot my mother? How can I?” I thought as my hands continued to tremble, with my eyes fixed on my mum, who was consumed with fear. Her eyes, filled with fear and anxiety, were pleading with mine, begging me not to pull the trigger ……. to save her life.“Are you deaf? I said to pull the trigger!!!” Dad’s resonating words hit my ears so hard, that the gun fell off my shaky hands.“I …. I can’t, Daddy” I stammered with my voice trembling, out of fe
Nora’s POV. “Goodbye, Mon Amour” she said as she pulled the trigger. Her blood splashed over my face, with her vengeful eyes fixed on me. Those eyes burning with promises of retribution, as if she was coming for me, even in death. “No!!” I screamed from my sleep, jolting my eyes awake, only to be met with the ceiling. I was lying on the bed, with beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I sat up, reached for the jug placed on the table beside my bed. I poured myself a glass of water, wanting to quench my thirst and calm the raging storm within me. Since the day mum died, I had never had a peaceful sleep. She kept appearing in my dream every night, as if wanting me to remember how she died. I rested the back of my head on the headboard, breathing in and out. Just then, I heard a loud thud on the door. I knew who it was and so I didn’t bother to ask. Whenever I heard a knock on the door, I already knew the reason for that. It was always a call from my father. I lived in my fath
Nora’s POV. I was sitting outside the club where I was meant to meet my target, waiting for his arrival. I had always been confident about my missions, but I felt somehow ominous about that particular mission. I was hesitant – I felt like waving the mission off, but I had no power to do so. My duty was to kill and be paid, while my father determined who to be killed, where and what method to use. Still waiting for him to appear, I ruminate about my life. “Is this how I will forever live my life? Will I ever be free from that man’s prison?” I thought. I wanted to be free, to love someone and be loved. I wanted to be like other girls around my age, who had boyfriends, watched movies, went on movie dates and filled their closets with different designers, instead of mine which was filled with ammunition. “Should I just flee with Liam? He has been proposing we move to another town, should I just do so? Maybe I might have the chance to date him openly- to live the life I t
Nora’s POV Just as I was about to strike him, I felt him trying to turn around, almost catching me in the act. In a swift, I hid the syringe behind me, meeting his face with a smile. I could see how perplexed he was, seeing me so close to him, despite the fact that he tried hiding it. I swallowed hard, frightened that he might have caught on. He was putting on a scornful and ‘what the hell are you doing’ look on his face. He didn’t need to speak; the look on his face said it all that he needed an explanation. “I just wanted to help you dry your hair” I lied avoiding his face, holding tightly onto the syringe I had hidden behind me. My face was fixed on the floor, silently praying for him to believe my lie. I was expecting a response from him, but I was only met with silence. “Did he not fall for my lie? Is he suspecting anything? Is that why he is silent?” I pondered squeezing my face, thinking I had messed up. I raised my gaze to look at him and it was then I realized t
Steve Smith’s POV. Right before she stepped into that room, I could already sense her presence – her distinctive smell, which was a sharp reminder of the moments that we shared together in the past. She was different- quite unique among the most powerful of her kinds. Maybe because she was born from the rare fusion of human, werewolf and sorcery. Her beauty was unmatched as a child and so was her power, which they had termed as ‘being destructive and dangerous’, leading to her forceful exile. As soon as she walked in, I was swept off my feet by her beauty, as I was the first time we met. She was a sweet soul as a child but now, she had turned into a cold-blooded murderer, who wasn’t even aware of her real identity. One, who had no idea of the power inside of her. We used to be friends, but to me, we were more than that. We were lovers who were separated before we could discover our feelings for each other. Ironically, the woman I had loved my whole life, was there that night
Nora’s POV. “I will be back for you, mate” a green-eyed wolf whispered to me, dashing towards me with full force, as if it was ready to devour me. My heart raced; a wave of fear circulated through my veins and with a sudden gasp, I jolted awake. My eyes snapped open, meeting with the dimly lit chandelier above me. I felt a slight headache, holding onto my forehead. The wolf’s presence was so overpowering that its whispers rang in my head despite me being fully awake – as if it never left. I dragged my weak self-up and rested my head on the headboard with my eyes closed, my body aching for a reason I had no idea of. At first, I wasn’t aware of the surroundings I was in – my memory was hazy due to exhaustion. But when I finally opened my eyes and became fully aware of where I was, the memory of the night before rushed to me and the realization of the fact that I had fucked up, landed on me. “Fuck!!!” I yelled as I stormed out of the bed and grabbed my phone. Only to realize i
Nora’s Pov. “Opulence lounge? Why did dad choose this particular place of all the places? Does he suspect anything?” my mind raced, a turbulent storm of fear and uncertainty, emerged within me. That was the exact lounge that Liam worked in – the same place we had met and fell in love. Some years back, my father had planted me in the Opulence Lounge as a waitress, just so I could get close to one of my preys. My prey back then was one powerful man- someone you couldn’t access easily. Opulence Lounge was where he frequented, and I had to work there for two months before I got close to him and silently took him down. During those two months, Liam was my colleague. Those fleeting moments I spent by his side while we worked together, I found the peace I had long. There was this charm about him that kept me glued to him and kept drawing me in. For the first time, I found myself breaking my father’s rule: never to fall in love. I promised myself to keep my relationship with Liam hi
Nora’s POV. “Nora, are you okay?” Liam, whom I had pushed to the floor asked, looking at me warily. I was unsettled – my hand rested on my heaving chest, trying to calm myself down. “Did you hear anything?” I asked Liam, wanting to confirm if I was mistaken, as I looked around the room, in search of that invincible man. “Heard what? What’s wrong with you? Why did you push me like that? You should have just told me you didn’t have interest instead of just pushing me like that. I almost hit my head on the floor!!” he lamented, rising to his feet angrily with a scowl on his face. “Did I hear wrong? I could swear I heard his voice. It was him – he said those words to me. Am I hallucinating right now?” I ruminated confusedly, my palm on my forehead, trying to decipher between reality and hallucination. “Are you just gonna sit there and not say anything? Don’t you deem it fit to say sorry for almost hurting me?” Liam scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at me.
Nora’s POV. “Wow!! So, Nora can shed tears? I didn’t know stones have begun to have feelings. This is just wow!!” Lorenzo tormented with a sinister smile on his lips, his eyes flickering with amusement. He kept on rambling, but my mind was too occupied for my brain to accommodate whatever he was saying. I was devastated, sad and feeling lost. Watching Liam walk away from me made me realize something – the pain my victims’ families felt when they lost their loved ones. I felt my heart being ripped apart- as if a part of me had left me. I didn’t make a sound, I just stood fixated at the point, my eyes looking in the direction of where Liam had gone, with tears streaming down my eyes. Lorenzo’s laughter pierced through my grief – sharp, loud and mocking. “Don’t tell me the Ice Queen has melted for a man who didn’t even know who you really are?” he snorted. Wiping away my tears with the back of my palm, I slowly turned to face him, my face a mask of calculated coldness. Cold, da
Nora’s POV. “Liam?” my breath hitched. “What ... are .... you doing here?” I stammered, shocked to see Liam standing right in front of me. He was supposed to be at home- sleeping. I saw him fall asleep before I left his apartment but what the hell was he doing there? “Nora ...... is that .. really you?” his voice, which was barely a whisper asked, his legs trembling. I knew I had fucked up and the fear of if I would ever escape from the mess I had created gripped me. I had been scared of him knowing who I really was my whole life – scared of him leaving me once he found out I was a ruthless murderer. His eyes were fixed on me – pleading for me to prove what he had seen wrong. I opened my mouth to explain to him, but words betrayed me as not even a sound escaped from my lips. “Liam, I can explain” I finally said, my hand stretched, taking some steps towards him but the reaction I got from him, broke my heart. “Don’t ...... don’t near me” his trembling voice warned, as he step
Nora’s POV. “Nora, are you okay?” Liam, whom I had pushed to the floor asked, looking at me warily. I was unsettled – my hand rested on my heaving chest, trying to calm myself down. “Did you hear anything?” I asked Liam, wanting to confirm if I was mistaken, as I looked around the room, in search of that invincible man. “Heard what? What’s wrong with you? Why did you push me like that? You should have just told me you didn’t have interest instead of just pushing me like that. I almost hit my head on the floor!!” he lamented, rising to his feet angrily with a scowl on his face. “Did I hear wrong? I could swear I heard his voice. It was him – he said those words to me. Am I hallucinating right now?” I ruminated confusedly, my palm on my forehead, trying to decipher between reality and hallucination. “Are you just gonna sit there and not say anything? Don’t you deem it fit to say sorry for almost hurting me?” Liam scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at me.
Nora’s Pov. “Opulence lounge? Why did dad choose this particular place of all the places? Does he suspect anything?” my mind raced, a turbulent storm of fear and uncertainty, emerged within me. That was the exact lounge that Liam worked in – the same place we had met and fell in love. Some years back, my father had planted me in the Opulence Lounge as a waitress, just so I could get close to one of my preys. My prey back then was one powerful man- someone you couldn’t access easily. Opulence Lounge was where he frequented, and I had to work there for two months before I got close to him and silently took him down. During those two months, Liam was my colleague. Those fleeting moments I spent by his side while we worked together, I found the peace I had long. There was this charm about him that kept me glued to him and kept drawing me in. For the first time, I found myself breaking my father’s rule: never to fall in love. I promised myself to keep my relationship with Liam hi
Nora’s POV. “I will be back for you, mate” a green-eyed wolf whispered to me, dashing towards me with full force, as if it was ready to devour me. My heart raced; a wave of fear circulated through my veins and with a sudden gasp, I jolted awake. My eyes snapped open, meeting with the dimly lit chandelier above me. I felt a slight headache, holding onto my forehead. The wolf’s presence was so overpowering that its whispers rang in my head despite me being fully awake – as if it never left. I dragged my weak self-up and rested my head on the headboard with my eyes closed, my body aching for a reason I had no idea of. At first, I wasn’t aware of the surroundings I was in – my memory was hazy due to exhaustion. But when I finally opened my eyes and became fully aware of where I was, the memory of the night before rushed to me and the realization of the fact that I had fucked up, landed on me. “Fuck!!!” I yelled as I stormed out of the bed and grabbed my phone. Only to realize i
Steve Smith’s POV. Right before she stepped into that room, I could already sense her presence – her distinctive smell, which was a sharp reminder of the moments that we shared together in the past. She was different- quite unique among the most powerful of her kinds. Maybe because she was born from the rare fusion of human, werewolf and sorcery. Her beauty was unmatched as a child and so was her power, which they had termed as ‘being destructive and dangerous’, leading to her forceful exile. As soon as she walked in, I was swept off my feet by her beauty, as I was the first time we met. She was a sweet soul as a child but now, she had turned into a cold-blooded murderer, who wasn’t even aware of her real identity. One, who had no idea of the power inside of her. We used to be friends, but to me, we were more than that. We were lovers who were separated before we could discover our feelings for each other. Ironically, the woman I had loved my whole life, was there that night
Nora’s POV Just as I was about to strike him, I felt him trying to turn around, almost catching me in the act. In a swift, I hid the syringe behind me, meeting his face with a smile. I could see how perplexed he was, seeing me so close to him, despite the fact that he tried hiding it. I swallowed hard, frightened that he might have caught on. He was putting on a scornful and ‘what the hell are you doing’ look on his face. He didn’t need to speak; the look on his face said it all that he needed an explanation. “I just wanted to help you dry your hair” I lied avoiding his face, holding tightly onto the syringe I had hidden behind me. My face was fixed on the floor, silently praying for him to believe my lie. I was expecting a response from him, but I was only met with silence. “Did he not fall for my lie? Is he suspecting anything? Is that why he is silent?” I pondered squeezing my face, thinking I had messed up. I raised my gaze to look at him and it was then I realized t
Nora’s POV. I was sitting outside the club where I was meant to meet my target, waiting for his arrival. I had always been confident about my missions, but I felt somehow ominous about that particular mission. I was hesitant – I felt like waving the mission off, but I had no power to do so. My duty was to kill and be paid, while my father determined who to be killed, where and what method to use. Still waiting for him to appear, I ruminate about my life. “Is this how I will forever live my life? Will I ever be free from that man’s prison?” I thought. I wanted to be free, to love someone and be loved. I wanted to be like other girls around my age, who had boyfriends, watched movies, went on movie dates and filled their closets with different designers, instead of mine which was filled with ammunition. “Should I just flee with Liam? He has been proposing we move to another town, should I just do so? Maybe I might have the chance to date him openly- to live the life I t
Nora’s POV. “Goodbye, Mon Amour” she said as she pulled the trigger. Her blood splashed over my face, with her vengeful eyes fixed on me. Those eyes burning with promises of retribution, as if she was coming for me, even in death. “No!!” I screamed from my sleep, jolting my eyes awake, only to be met with the ceiling. I was lying on the bed, with beads of sweat formed on my forehead. I sat up, reached for the jug placed on the table beside my bed. I poured myself a glass of water, wanting to quench my thirst and calm the raging storm within me. Since the day mum died, I had never had a peaceful sleep. She kept appearing in my dream every night, as if wanting me to remember how she died. I rested the back of my head on the headboard, breathing in and out. Just then, I heard a loud thud on the door. I knew who it was and so I didn’t bother to ask. Whenever I heard a knock on the door, I already knew the reason for that. It was always a call from my father. I lived in my fath