Skye’s POVI asked everything I wanted to know about the couple Marco said were my genetic parents. In the process, I also realized that through Marco, they left me a huge amount of inheritance. I also asked Marco to show me more of their albums in his keeping. At the same time, I requested they get the albums I have back at home to where we were at the moment so I could compare and find answers to questions that I have in my mind as I try to understand and accept the reality and possibilities of all of these being true and genuine. Marco asked Naomi to bring the things I was asking for to the empty house we passed through on our way to the mansion. From there, Gab brought the albums to the room where we had rested the previous night. “This used to be your mom and dad’s bedroom,” Marco said while I started to open the boxes of albums. “I did not move anything from how Mom Regina wanted things to be in places. I only let the cleaners dust them.”“I see,” I did not know what to say. I
Gab’s POVWe were all together in the room when Skye made that call to speak with the Naharts. Just as I suggested, Skye put the call on loudspeakers. Marco and I quietly listened as she spoke with the older lady. “Sweetie, is everything alright?” Marco gave me a questioning look, but as we could not make our conversation be heard, he sent me a message asking. “Do they usually speak this way?” I answered “yes” through text. “Yes, Aunt Almira,” Skye answered. “I wish to see you soon,” Skye added. I could tell she was being honest with her words. “I am so sorry, sweetie,” a man’s voice was heard. I did not have to see the man to know it was George. I also informed Marco that it was George Nahart speaking alternately with the lady Skye was speaking with earlier. But we halted our exchange of messages as the older man on the phone continued. “Your Aunt Almira and I wanted complete privacy in our nest that we have not allowed even a single camera installed. I have never felt regre
Marco’s POVI was as curious as Skye, but I also had a wild guess as to what reason Gab suggested Skye ask about the location of her enemies. Still, I waited for Gab to answer Skye’s question and see if my thoughts were right or wrong.“My initial thoughts were to see if they would react differently. But when I heard Goerge’s answer, I was also convinced he was worried you would decide to go on a rampage and get hurt or harmed in the process, so I understand why he was hesitant to give you the information you were asking, although the idea was actually mine,” Gab answered in full detail. But he seemed undone, so I kept my mouth shut and ears wide open to hear every word Gab was going to say next. “Initial thoughts?” Skye asked. I gathered she was not as patient as I was trying to be. The words slipped off her lips before Gab got the chance to keep going. “Yes,” Gab answered. “Initial, because when George gave the information I wanted to know, I think it would be a good idea to give
Skye’s POVI saw Marco deep in thought. I did not want to disturb him, as I assumed he was mentally recapping and restudying our plans in silence. But I did not want to leave the room all by myself. I wasn’t accustomed to the surroundings yet, even if the two of them, Gab and Marco, kept telling me this was also my home technically. I wasn’t comfortable just yet. “Let’s get ready!” I said to Marco after contemplating for a while if I should wait till he noticed me, but I realized it wasn’t happening any time soon. I told him we only had a few hours left before nightfall and that I was afraid to get lost within the walls of this mansion. The first reason was genuine. The second one was out of a little discomfort. I tried to hide my discomfort by playfully calling him by a new nickname. “Macky….”Marco smirked. He jumped from the bed, and with only a few big strides, he reached my side. Then, with his right hand hanging on my shoulders, he asked where Gab went as we walked side by side
Gab’s POVI knew why Marco insisted I went ahead to get changed. He knew there was no one else besides the three of us inside the mansion because we informed our mean guarding the place to keep their spots in the yard and around the house. Aside from that, he had seen me in this look once before. He was amused at how I looked then, so I guessed he was looking forward to seeing me in this disguise again. Marco winked at me when I tried to knock back his suggestion that I go get changed. When he said I would need a lot of time to get myself ready for our plans tonight, his words and his facial expressions were totally different, but he pointed his chin at Skye. I realized what he was trying to say, so I agreed readily. I had to wear belly padding and a dirty blonde curly-hair wig. I know I looked way older than my real age. It wasn’t surprising that Skye did not recognize me before I said anything. I am sure she got the hint that it was me when he heard my voice as I asked her if she
Marco’s POV The moment we walked into the room, I was genuinely thinking about purely giving her a hand. I gave a few details about her features and looks so the person making the silicon mask would have an idea of how the person should not look similar to and without the mask. But I haven’t had the chance to check the finished product when it was sent to my address. “What the fuck is this?!” Skye asked, almost shouting in annoyance. She turned around to face me, and I almost cracked aloud in laughter, looking at her. The fiery flash of her eyes warned me not to annoy her further, so I swallowed my mirth by frowning. Skye turned around to look at the mirror again. My shoulder shook as I laughed silently, but I cleared my throat when she turned her head to look at me again. She was glaring at me, so I cleared my throat and faked coughing to save myself from a brutal death in Skye’s merciless hands at the very moment. She must have known from the stupid look on my face that I had
Skye’s POV“What is this place?” I cautiously asked as we walked into a building.I realized it was just a front because we had to take the elevator, but instead of going up, the number indicated we went down to the lower ground. “This is a gambling house of many kinds,” Marco answered. “We are here to pretend to play, but we will check if our target will be tonight, then we will continue with our plan,” he whispered. We all looked male. And acting to that, Marco manly placed a hand on my shoulder as he moved closer to tell me his answer. “You remember our plan, right?” Gab asked me. He stepped to stand in front of me but with his hands inside his pocket. When I looked up to meet his eyes, I saw him wink. “As much as possible, do not talk to anyone else besides Marco and me.”I nodded. I don’t know what to expect. None of Marco and Gab told me we would be in such a place as this. I only knew we were going to speak with the elders of the group under Supremo without revealing my ide
Gab’s POV“Good evening, Mister Diera!” Marco greeted the man with a splash of water from the bottle he was drinking. “Damn! You must have considered not losing weight in order to give your kidnappers a hard time!” Marco was huffing while I was also catching my breath. “Aaaack!” the old man screamed. He must have been awakened by the cold feel of water splashing on his face, not to mention it was done with force. The older man, bonded with tie wire, struggled to free himself as he looked around and saw no one of his men. “What is the meaning of this?” He asked with fury. “Who are you?!” “We wanted to ask you a few questions, but we do not have much time to do this your way, so you have to bear with us,” Marco answered. “That is for the first question you made,” Skye said. Her voice was icy-cold as she spoke. Vincent Diera frowned. He stared at Skye keenly. He must have been confused, or he must have felt weird to hear the voice of the ugly-looking man who sounded feminine. Vince