MARCOThe dimly lit room of my office buzzed with the low hum of conversation. I leaned back in my chair, observing the men around the table. Each of them had their own piece of the empire, their own slice of power. We were discussing territory disputes, something that always seemed to be on the agenda.“Vinny, how’s the situation on the east side?” I asked, my tone casual but firm.Vinny leaned forward, his voice gravelly. “We’ve had a few issues with the Rossi family. They’re trying to muscle in on our turf. I’ve got a meeting set up with the heads of the 5 families tomorrow. I’m gonna make it clear they need to back off.”I nodded. “Good. We can’t afford to show any weakness. If they don’t back down, we’ll handle it our way.”Tony, a heavyset man with a scar across his cheek, chimed in. “What about the shipments coming in next week? Any word from our contacts at the docks?”I smirked. “Everything’s on schedule. We’ve got the port authority in our pocket. There won’t be any issues.”
SARAH “Dad, we don’t have time to argue. Just pack a bag!” My voice shook as I tossed a duffel bag at him. The urgency in my tone must have jolted him because he finally started moving, albeit slowly.“Sarah, what’s going on? Why do we need to run?” he asked, eyes wide with confusion and worry.“I’ve done something big, Dad. I had to get away from Marco, and this was the only way. I set a fire at the mansion to create a distraction. It worked, but he’ll figure it out soon, and then he’ll come for us. We need to leave now before they start looking for us.”He stopped packing and stared at me. “A fire? Sarah, you can’t be serious.”“I am serious, Dad. Marco is dangerous. He’s not going to let this go. We have to stay ahead of him.”“But where will we go? We can’t just run without a plan.”“I don’t care where we go, as long as it’s far from here. We’ll figure it out on the way,” I said, my voice rising in panic. “We just need to move.”He looked at me, his face etched with concern. “Sar
SARAHI woke up feeling like I had been hit by a truck. My head throbbed with a sharp, relentless pain, and every muscle in my body ached. I groaned, trying to make sense of my surroundings. Everything was blurry, my vision still adjusting.The floor beneath me was hard and cold, the air stale and musty. I blinked a few times, trying to clear my head. The dim light made it difficult to see much, but I could make out the outlines of a small, windowless room. The walls were bare, the only furniture a rickety chair in one corner.I struggled to sit up, my movements slow and clumsy. My wrists were sore, and as I looked down, I realized they were bruised from the bindings. I tried to piece together what had happened, but my mind was a foggy mess.Groaning, I managed to pull myself into a sitting position. My head felt like it was splitting open, and I had to close my eyes for a moment to keep from being sick. I took a few deep breaths, trying to steady myself.“Where am I?” I whispered to
MARCOI paced around my office, frustration boiling over. Papers and maps were strewn across my desk, each one mocking me with the failure to pinpoint Sarah’s location. My fists clenched at my sides, the tension coiled tightly in my muscles.“How could she just vanish like that?” I slammed my fist on the desk, sending a few papers flying. “We had every possible lead!”Tony stood by the door, looking nervous. “Boss, we did everything we could. She’s quite smart it seems, and she knows how to cover her tracks.”“Smart?” I snapped, turning to face him. “She’s playing a dangerous game. She doesn’t know what she’s up against.”Tony nodded, swallowing hard. “I understand, boss. But we’re dealing with just a girl we’d find her. She’s managed to stay one step ahead of us, but not for long.”“That’s not good enough, Tony!” I shouted. “We can’t let her slip through our fingers. We have too much riding on this.”“We’ve checked every lead, every contact,” Tony said, trying to keep his voice stead
SARAHCold water splashed onto my face, shocking me awake. I jolted up, gasping, my head pounding like a drum. The memory of their hands all over me, groping and squeezing, played in my mind like a horror movie on repeat. I took a deep breath, trying to stabilize myself, blinking away the water and tears."Rise and shine," one of the goons sneered, the one who had thrown the water. I glared at him, pure hatred burning in my eyes."Fuck you," I spat, my voice shaky but defiant."Watch your tongue, bitch," he snapped back, his face hardening. "You're in no position to mouth off."I ignored the throbbing in my head and focused on him, rage boiling inside me. "You think you can just treat me like this? You think you can get away with it?"He laughed, a cold, cruel sound. "Honey, we already have. No one's coming to save you. You’re ours to do with as we please."The way he said it made my skin crawl. I wanted to scream, to fight, but I knew it would only get me hurt again. I forced myself
SARAHI sat there, stunned, unable to process what Viktor had just said. “What do you mean, use me to kill Marco?” My voice trembled, a mix of confusion and fear. Viktor’s cold laughter echoed in the room, sending chills down my spine.“You heard me right,” he said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes glinting with malice. “Marco took something precious from me, something so valuable that I’ve dedicated my entire life to hunting him down.”I stared at him, trying to make sense of his words. “What did he take from you?”Viktor’s expression shifted, a shadow of pain flickering across his face. “A long time ago, Marco and I were on opposite sides of a business deal. It was supposed to be straightforward, just another transaction in our line of work. But Marco, being the ruthless bastard he is, decided he wanted more. He wanted it all.”He paused, his jaw tightening as he relived the memory. “I had a family back then. A wife and a little girl, Eva. My wife, Lena, she was my rock, my every
SARAHViktor walked back in, leaned against the wall, a smug smile playing on his lips. “You really don’t understand how important you are to Marco, do you, Sarah?”I glared at him, my mind racing with fear and confusion. “Marco doesn’t care about anyone but himself.”He chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, you poor, naive girl. Do you really think Marco marrying you was just a coincidence?”I frowned, the doubt creeping in. “What do you mean? Of course it was. He needed a wife for his image, for his business. It was all a facade.”Viktor’s eyes gleamed with a predatory light. “You’re wrong. Marco loves you more than you can imagine. He would comb to the ends of the earth to find you.”I shook my head vehemently, refusing to believe his words. “No, that’s not true. Marco is a monster. He doesn’t know how to love. He’s used me, hurt me. He can’t love me.”“Is that so?” Viktor’s voice was laced with mockery. “Then why do you think he’s been so relentless in his search for you? Why do you t
MARCOI paced back and forth in the cyber room, the soft hum of the machines around me doing nothing to calm my nerves. The glow of the monitors cast an eerie light, making the room feel more like a prison than a high-tech command center. I rotated a small pocket knife in my hand, the familiar weight grounding me, if only a little.“Damn it,” I muttered to myself. “How could I let this happen? How did I lose her?” My voice echoed in the room, the frustration clear. “I should have tightened security more around the house. I should have seen this coming.”I couldn’t shake the image of Sarah from my mind. The thought of her in Viktor’s hands made my blood boil. I stopped pacing and slammed the knife into the table, the blade sticking out at an angle.“Viktor,” I growled. The name tasted like poison on my tongue. I closed my eyes, remembering our last encounter. I had spared his life then, thinking it was a mercy. A weakness. And now that same weakness had come back to hurt me, to hurt Sa