ANDRIAN POINT OF VIEW
"Andrian wake up." Lucas said as he shook my body
I opened my eyes and saw him standing by the bed with a worried expression.
"You were screaming, crying and shivering in your sleep, do you need a doctor?" He asked in a worried tone
"I was just having a scary nightmare, don't worry i am okay." I replied
"Are you sure you are okay and don't need a doctor?" He asked as he put the back of his palm on my forehead feeling my temperature.
I nodded my head giving him.
The memories of how Elena tortured and killed that man flooded my head and I shivered in fright.
The way her eyes held no emotion and was filled with rage when she was torturing that man gave me goosebumps.
How can a lady tortured and killed someone with no pity?
Remembering how the man screamed and pleaded for his life when she was torturing him almost brought tears to my eyes.
I don't think she can be saved like
ELENA POINT OF VIEWHe looked at me shocked. His eyes widened correlating my assumption that he was sent by the one and only De Luca Fernando."Your branding of the Italian mafia gave you away." I said unamused as I motioned to his chest his unspoken question of how I knew.The Italians were the only ones that brand their gang members. It was always the same symbol of death before betrayal written on their chest."Now why did that bastard De Luca sent you to kill me?" I asked now losing my patience."Like I say I am telling you shit." He yelled"Wrong answer fool." I said looking at him in the eye.I take my cigarette and put it out on his forehead. He screamed in pains. Music to my ears.********I reached down into my tool box and found a drill, I took it out and revved it a few times before turning my attention back to the assassin.I placed the drill on his hand, staring at him as sweat starts to
WRITER POINT OF VIEW•The ray of sunshine peeled through the Windows as Andrian woke up from his sleep.He looked around and got a more unobstructed view of the bedroom he was in.The walls, the decorations, the designs, painting, not to talk of the bed he was laying on, everything was beautiful and breathtaking.He barely covered any space in the bed, he was like an ant on the seashore. The beg was huge.The room was redecorated by some interiors designer on the instructions of Elena the previous day.It has two months since he was held captive in the house.He hated it here, he just wish that he can escape this unending horrible nightmare that has almost shattered him.It just feels like he was being caged.He have given up hope that his parents will be able to find and rescue him.Lucas love to take care of him as if he is a little boy, he is thankful that Lucas have been by his side, if not he wou
WRITER POINT OF VIEW•Andrian entered into the room and saw a man kneeling down, the man was begging for his life. Elena was pointing her gun at him."Boss, please I don't know how it happened, I swear to you, I will never betray you, they just raided the warehouse and stole the goods. They even killed some of us, I manage to escape to inform you." The man who was on his knees pleaded"Who led them to the warehouse?" Lucio asked the poor man who was full proof aware that this would be his last day on earth."I don't know boss.""Who the fucking hell led them." Lucio asked cocking his gun"I don't know boss, but I heard them speaking Russian." The man replied"Fucking hell Russians, those fools are getting on my nerves." Elena mumbled"The Russians have been daring enough to even raid my warehouse, I will make sure I repay their fucking kindness with a lovely message." Elena mumbled with scarsim dripping from her vo
WRITER POINT OF VIEW•"Do you think a cold hearted and ruthless killer like your sister can change?" Andrian asked Lucas breaking the silenceLucas looked at Andrian, deep down he knew that the answers to that question was hard.*Can his sister really changed* He thought looking at the sky as if they holds the answer to the question.******ELENA POINT OF VIEWI sat in my room sipping from a glass of wine. Yeah! The wine was alcoholic but I needed it to calm my nerves down.I was still lost in thoughts when all the memories of the first time I had taken someone's life clouded my head.********"I have a mission for you." Damien said stroking my hair."A mission?" I repeated"Yes wifey." He replied puffing out smoke from his cigarette*****WRITER POINT OF VIEWSeated at the far corner of the club was kazuko a Japanese drug lord. He
WRITER POINT OF VIEW•It was a chilly and cold night as the wind breezed softly.A white Benz pulled to a halt as the headlamps went off.The car stopped at a shabby bungalow building. A man who was between the age range of twenty five to twenty eight years stepped out of the car with three huge looking guys.He had a dark sunshades on him as he looked around the building with a face void of emotions.He sighed as he proceed into the building with the huge guys trailing behind him.The moment he stepped into the building, a man in his late forties approached him."Boss Damien welcome to my abode." The man who was clearly the owner of the house greeted bowing his head"I am here for my package, were is it?" The man who stepped into the house asked"Boss, the package is in a good condition, but you will also take her brother along, let's say he is a bonus package." The man in his late forties said grinning.
WRITER POINT OF VIEW••Marco Fabrigas paced around in his sitting room sipping from a glass of whiskey and taking a drag from his tobacco stick.It has been three months since his beloved son was kidnapped, he had hired a lot of trackers, hackers and investigators to find his son but they was still no trace of his son.He kept clenching and unclenching his hand as he looked at his son's picture. His wife has made his house unbearable for him ever since his son was kidnapped."Sir, there is still no trace of your son." The tracker who he had recently employed to look for his son said distracting him from his thoughts"If that is case I have no more use for you." Marco rasped annoyingly shooting the man"Sir this is the fifth tracker you have killed." Shadow said"Are you trying to challenge me?" He yelled at shadow who bowed his head in fright"Get rid of this rubbish." He instructed walking out of the
ELENA POINT OF VIEW••I Cursed not believing my friend Jane, how could she cancel our girls night out at the last minute and texted me to meet her at her apartment.Jane is my one of my best friend, she happened to save my life and that was how we became friends."What is wrong with her? This is unlike Jane." I murmured ransacking my closet for clothes.I took an all white outfit accompanied with a black jacket and a black sneakers.I put them on before leaving the room to meet Lucio who was downstairs in the living room."We are leaving for Jane's apartment." I said to Lucio immediately I stepped into the living room"Why? I thought you guys were meeting at the club." He asked as I sighed"I can feel that Jane is not alright." I replied"This is unlike Jane, I smell something fishy here, I hope this is not a trap." He said as I smirkedI hope that he is wrong but no one should dare play
ANDRIAN POINT OF VIEWIt has been three months since I was held captive, I was now allowed to do anything I want without any interference from Elena or her goons.I wasn't allowed to leave the compound, sometimes I wonder if I will ever leave this hell alive.I miss my parents, my work and my friends alot, I really miss my old life. I just wish I can have a normal life like I used to have before, but I don't think that will happen as long as the devil's daughter or should I rather say Lucifer's bride Elena is holding me captive.Talking about Lucifer's bride Elena it has been long since I last saw her, sometimes I wonder if she suddenly disappeared after the day i saved her life.*****ELENA POINT OF VIEWFour days in Brazil seems like a waste of time to me, there was no trace or sign of Jane or that bastard Marcario.Where is that bastard and where the hell is he keeping Jane? I sighed while taking a long drag of