Sabrina’s POV: A few days prior The air in the basement was thick and oppressive, a damp chill that seeped into my bones, leaving me shivering. Not just from the cold, but from the dread that wrapped around my heart like a vice. I was led down the creaking stairs, my pulse quickened at the sight that met my eyes. My parents, bound to the walls, their faces etched with fear and despair, with a silent plea for help. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to escape this nightmare, but there was nowhere to go. Falcon stood there, a sinister figure leaning casually against a rusted metal table. His smug grin sent a chill deeper than the cold ever could. "You want your parents back, don’t you, Sabrina?" he taunted, his voice smooth yet dripping with malice. "Just a simple text will do." Every syllable felt like a blade, piercing through my heart. "I can’t do this," I whispered, my voice barely audible as a lump formed in her throat. The weight of the ultimatum hung over h
Falcons POV I stood in the dimly lit warehouse, a place shrouded in shadows and mystery. My men gathered around a rickety table, the flickering light casting eerie shapes on their faces. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, tension crackling in the air. “Listen up,” I said, my voice low but commanding. “This afternoon, we’re pulling off a job that requires precision and teamwork. We’re going to kidnap Shelly, the step sister of Mafia boss Sebastian and she will be mine.” My men exchanged glances, a mix of excitement and apprehension. I could sense the questions brewing, but I pressed on. “Shelly’s a senior at the high school, known for her smarts and connections. We’ll use those connections to our advantage.” He leaned over the table, spreading out a map of the town, personal notes scribbled in the margins. “She walks home from school every day at 3:30 PM. That’s our window.” John, the youngest member and still a little green around the edges, raised his hand. “What’s
Sabrina’s POV I dreaded waking up this morning in an empty house, knowing I would be betraying my best friend. I went to sleep with tears in my eyes, and I woke up just the same. How could this Falcon jerk do this? What have I or my parents ever done to him? I made it to school feeling like a zombie. I didn't want to be here at all; I wished I could have stayed in bed all day, avoiding the drama that was about to unfold. I haven’t seen Shelly yet, and I’m unsure whether that’s good or bad. Maybe she didn’t come to school today. That would definitely derail Falcon's plans to kidnap her. A thrill of hope surged in me maybe, just maybe, I won’t have to betray her. But then another thought crept in: what would that mean for my parents? Turning to my left, all good thoughts flew out the window when I saw Sebastian’s car and Shelly stepping out. Dammit, why couldn’t she be sick today? I thought to myself. Sprinting into the school, I tried to avoid her as best as I could because if
Shelly’s POV I wake up with a jolt, disoriented and panicked, the world spinning around me. The last thing I remember is rushing towards the school after catching sight of Sabrina’s text. But now, I find myself in a dimly lit, unfamiliar room, my wrists tightly bound to a cold metal chair. My heart thunders in my chest, and I can still feel the remnants of the chloroform swirling in my head. I squint in the low light, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The walls are bare, painted a dull gray that matches the oppressive atmosphere clinging to me. A flickering bulb overhead casts eerie shadows. My vision is slowly coming back to normal and I can make out a bed, dresser, and two doors in the room. One of them is my exit route. The other one is hopefully a bathroom. My breath quickens as I strain to recall how I got here, but my mind betrays me, haunted by one terrifying thought: Sabrina set me up. The betrayal slices through me like a knife. How could she? Wasn’t she my bes
Shelly’s POV Continues The creaking of the door interrupts my thoughts, and my heart thuds louder in my chest. A figure steps into the room, and I feel an urgent need to shrink back. He moves with an unsettling confidence, his presence commanding the dim light around him. “It’s so lovely to see you awake, Shelly,” he says with a smooth, almost oily voice. The man before me is Falcon, the infamous leader I’ve heard whispered about in fearful tones. His dark hair is slicked back, revealing sharp features and a calculating gaze that sends chills down my spine. “What do you want?” I demand, trying to mask my fear with defiance. My throat feels dry, but I muster every ounce of strength to challenge him. Falcon chuckles softly, a sound devoid of warmth. “Oh, I think you know exactly why you’re here. You belong to me now.” A cruel smile spreads across his face, and I can feel the weight of his words crashing into me. The implication sends a wave of nausea rolling through my stomach. T
Sebastian’s POV I burst through the doors of the school, the sterile, overly bright hallways stretching before me like a maze of uncertainty. The buzz of chatter and laughter felt cruelly out of place. I pushed past students who had no idea of the nightmare unfolding just beneath the surface, my focus laser-sharp. I couldn’t lose my girl, not like this. I turned a corner and spotted the principal’s office. Without knocking, I swung the door open, nearly startling Mr. Jenkins, whose mustache bristled as he gawked at me, wide-eyed. “Sebastian!” he stammered, rising to his feet. “What are you doing here?” “Where is she?” I demanded, my voice colder than ice, chilling the air between us. “Where's Shelly?” Mr. Jenkins’ face paled, for a brief second. The reality of the situation settled in his expressions, pulling his eyebrows together. He knew Shelly was my stepsister and how I’m part of the mafia. “Sebastian, please—” “Cut the crap!” I shouted, slamming my hand against his desk
Sebastian’s POV “I need to talk to Sebastian, and I need to talk to him right fucking now before it is too late!” The frantic urgency in her voice slices through the air like a knife. The words tumble out all in one breath, revealing her desperation. Just then, Sabrina bursts through the door, pushing Michal out of the way like he’s nothing more than a mere obstacle. “Hey you Bitch!” Michal shouts, his voice filled with indignation. I hold up my hand, silencing his outburst with a single gesture. “Sabrina, calm down. Tell me what all of this is about.” My heart races as I watch the raw emotion flicker in her eyes, panic, fear, and an underlying current of determination. “It’s about Shelly,” she says, her voice cracking as tears stream down her face, glistening in the dim light of the room. “Sebastian, I know what happened to her and who took her.” At those words, my stomach drops like a stone. “What do you mean you know where she is and who took her? Sabrina, how do you know
Shelly’s POV It’s been two long, agonizing days since I was abducted, and I’m still confined in this wretched room. Falcon’s men enter twice daily to leave food, but I refuse to touch it. I’m terrified it might be poisoned. Taking that risk feels like a leap I can’t afford especially if I want to get out of here. Each time I muster the courage to ask them questions, they dismiss me with indifference, as if I were invisible. The frustration bubbles within me, a potent reminder of how desperately I want to escape this nightmare. I want to go home, to feel the warmth of Sebastian's presence again; I miss him more than words can express. Why hasn’t he found me yet? My heart aches with the longing for his comfort. And then there’s Sabrina, my supposed best friend, who betrayed me with such ease. I still can't fathom why she turned her back on me. It feels like a cruel twist of fate. Maybe she felt like she had no choice? I don’t know. I haven’t seen or heard from Falcon since t
Shelly’s POV It’s the evening before my wedding, and here I am, snuggled up in Sabrina’s room for the night. Both Sebastian and Michal are not thrilled about this arrangement. Michal’s got the spare room tonight, while Sebastian stays put in our room. Tradition dictates that the groom and bride should remain apart the night before their wedding, as any encounter is thought to bring bad luck. While I personally find this notion a bit archaic, I understand that our parents hold these beliefs dear, and I'm willing to keep with tradition for them. Sabrina and I are currently enveloped in an emotional episode of Grey's Anatomy. The tears flow freely from our eyes as we watch the tragic death of Derek Shepherd unfold on screen. The sorrow stems from a doctor’s oversight in failing to give him a CT scan, missing a crucial brain bleed. The scene is utterly heartbreaking, and I find myself shedding a series of ugly tears. Suddenly, there’s a gentle knock at the door. Leaping up, I a
Shelly’s POV It’s two in the morning, and after an eventful evening, us girls are finally stumbling through the front door of our home. Oh my lord, what a night it truly was! We had an amazing time, and oh my, those strippers really were something else. My, my, my.. they sure knew how to get the hormones racing! I thought to myself while walking into the house. As the excitement of the night begins to settle, Sabrina, one of my closest friends, plants a playful kiss on my cheek and asks if I’d like to join her for some late-night TV watching. We figure that the guys are probably passed out in their rooms by now after their own night of fun. Despite her invitation, I gently decline, explaining that I’m completely tuckered out and would rather check in on how Sebastian's night turned out. With a warm smile, Sabrina wishes me goodnight before making her way to the living room to indulge in some television entertainment. Lately, she’s been struggling with bouts of insomnia, a chal
Sebastian’s POV With everything that’s been happening lately and the wedding fast approaching, the dozen of events shows no sign of slowing down. Despite the flurry of preparations and stress, Michal and Sabrina were adamant that we couldn't miss out on one tradition: the bachelor and bachelorette parties. According to them, you simply can’t get married without celebrating this rite of passage. They were so spirited and persuasive that we couldn't really refuse. So, here I am, surrounded by a cavalcade of neon lights and pulsing music, in none other than a strip club, chilling with my best man Michal and a few close friends and guards. Despite the din, Michal manages to make himself heard, shouting over the table with a mischievous grin plastered on his face, “I told you this is just what you needed, brother!” His words carry a mix of teasing and sincerity, enhanced by the fact that he’s slightly tipsy, his laughter infectious. The atmosphere is buzzy and electric, the pe
Shelly’s POV “Doctor Grey, can you tell us the gender of our babies, please?” I inquire anxiously, clutching Sebastian's hand with a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation. Doctor Grey glances at the monitor, her expression soft and full of warmth. “It’s no problem, Shelly. As far as I can tell, you and Sebastian are expecting identical twin boys,” she announces with a radiant smile. The joy overcomes me instantly, and tears of happiness well up in my eyes, spilling over my cheeks. I’ve always dreamed of having a boy first, and now, in this miraculous twist of fate, we’re blessed with two boys at once! “Sebastian, did you hear that, baby? We're having boys! Can you believe it?” I exclaim through my joyful sobs, my heart soaring with overwhelming delight. “Yes, baby, I heard that,” Sebastian replies, his voice filled with pride and excitement. “We are going to have two very strong boys.” He gently wipes away my tears with his fingers, their warmth and roughness a comfort
Shelly’s POV As we pull up to the house, I’m immediately enveloped in a fit of laughter, unable to contain myself at the sight before me. Sebastian’s eyes are wide with shock, his jaw slightly dropped as he stares at the mountain of boxes neatly lined up in the driveway. Sabrina and I had a little spree today, and now the delivery truck is here, unloading all the treasures we meticulously picked out together. I catch Sebastian’s eye and his baffled expression is simply priceless, a mix of incredulity and amusement that makes my belly ache with laughter. Sabrina catches on to my amusement, turning her head just in time to see Sebastian’s bewildered face, and she bursts out laughing as well. Her laughter is infectious, a melodious echo that plays on the gentle afternoon breeze. “Girl, his face says it all,” she manages between her giggles, “you're in deep trouble,” she adds, doubling over with even more laughter. “Maybe, but trust me, it’s going to be so worth it,” I insist, sti
Shelly’s POV It’s been an incredible and emotional month since Sebastian and I discovered that we’re expecting not one, but two little ones. Twins! The realization still takes my breath away; it feels both surreal and magical at the same time. Knowing that I’m about to become a mother to the love of my life, and having our babies soon, brings a flood of emotions and dreams fulfilled. Everything is gradually falling into place, just as I had hoped. Speaking of Sebastian, if you thought he was a protective whirlwind before, you should see him now! From the very moment he found out about the pregnancy, he flipped into full-blown protective mode. Honestly, I can't even sneeze without him checking in if I'm alright. I joke, of course he does let me use the bathroom on my own without constant supervision. Other than those precious solo bathroom moments, though. I always have either Sebastian by my side or one of his trusted guards. Henry, one of my guards, has become especially clo
Shelly’s POV Sabrina and Michal prepared to cut into the cakes, eager to reveal whether they would be expecting a baby boy or girl. The air buzzed with anticipation, but I found myself gradually succumbing to a wave of dizziness, prompting me to lean against the wall for support. My mind, a swirling tempest of thoughts, silently pleaded, hoping against hope for reprieve, as the peculiar lethargy that had plagued me for days reared its head once more. For the past few days, my energy had been inexplicably sapped, a disquieting fatigue entwining itself around my every attempt at normalcy. Yet, I waved it off, attributing my condition to nothing more than the anxious jitters associated with orchestrating Michal and Sabrina’s grand gender reveal. Each time I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I looked even paler than the last, a ghostly reflection of my growing exhaustion. Just the previous night, an ominous premonition manifested when I inexplicably fainted in the kitchen;
Sabrina’s POV Michal and I walked through the door, and as we stepped into the room, we were immediately enveloped by a loud chorus of "Surprise!" and "Congratulations to the new mommy and daddy!" The unexpected warmth and camaraderie from the people we love unleashed a flood of emotions inside me. Tears began to well up in my eyes, not from sadness, but from overwhelming gratitude. Shelly had orchestrated this wonderful surprise, and I felt truly blessed to have such thoughtful friends. As I wiped away the happy tears, I waddled over to Shelly, eager to give her a big bear hug. My round belly, however, made the hug a bit of a challenge, resulting in a lot of laughter between us. "Oh, Shelly, babe, thank you so much! I was completely taken by surprise, and I'm enormously grateful," I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around her as best as I could. "Sabrina, it was no problem at all," Shelly replied, her eyes twinkling with delight. "It's part of my duty as the baby's godmother to
Sebastian’s POV According to Henry. Shelly and Sabrina have locked themselves in the nursery for the day, making sure every little detail is in its rightful place before the new bundle of joy arrives. It's a sight to behold, two best friends, lost in their own world, making lists, checking and double-checking everything from baby clothes to toy arrangements. Truth be told, I sometimes feel like Shelly, with her relentless energy and meticulous nature, is the one having the baby instead of Sabrina. It's amusing, and I can't help but let out a chuckle. "Seb, what do you expect?" Michal remarks, grinning at me from across the room. "They're best friends, and considering Shelly and you are going to be the godparents, it's no surprise. Shelly wouldn’t have it any other way." We share a knowing smile. "She's tougher on Sabrina than I think I ever could be when it comes to diet, sleep, and pretty much everything in between," Michal continues, humor lacing his words. "She's like