Adam had planned to make lasagna for dinner but while preparing lunch, he discovered that he was missing a few necessary ingredients so he decided to pay the local store a visit. It didn't take him long. The cashier recognized him instantly and greeted him. He returned the favor. He had good relationships with almost everyone he ran into in the town. He picked up a basket and filled it with the needed items. The entire layout of the store was engraved in his head. Before long, he was at the checkout. “In a hurry?” The cashier wittingly asked. Adam was quickly emptying the basket on the counter.“I think I left the stove on,” Adam responded without taking his eyes off the basket.“Oh, better hurry then,” the cashier said with a chuckle, understanding his situation. Adam stepped out of the store and flipped a coin to a beggar at the door. He tossed the bags in the car and drove off. Puddles splashed around as the car sped through them. The car was getting a beating and it would need s
The answer to Jessica’s question left her with more questions than answers. “What do you mean you found me like that?”“I did. Hugo was doing everything that could possibly make any girl happy but you didn't respond to any of it. I had one or two wordless interactions with you. Even in those interactions you were being shadowed by Hugo or his men. It was my last day in the mansion when you finally decided to talk,” Adam said. “What changed?”“No idea. You showed up at my room in the night and begged me to take you away. At first I thought you were joking but your tears told me otherwise. You were literally on the ground grabbing my foot. You could barely speak through your sobs,” Adam explained. Jessica listened in disbelief. Adam had tears in his eyes. That was the most heartbreaking thing he had ever seen. “I had made up my mind to make a false promise to spend the night in peace and disappear in the morning but then you threatened to kill yourself if I turned you down or told Hu
The revelation hit Jessica like a train. Adam had had enough of the interrogation. He broke down crying uncontrollably. There was nothing Jessica could do to comfort him. She didn't even know if she should. In fact, she couldn't even register him crying in front of her. She was in a world of her own. A world full of misery and heartache. She was stranded between different plains of reality and had no idea which one she belonged in. All she was sure about was the fact that she had been wronged. She was lied to. She wanted to be angry at Adam but she couldn't. She wondered if there was any other way. She had known Adam for a while now. He didn't look like the sort who would hurt anyone unless he had to. She not only doubted Adam, but also doubted herself. ‘How could I forget something so devastating?’ She wondered. She looked at her body every single day but couldn't feel anything off. But then again how could she tell the difference? She was apparently just a country girl without any
Dr Gupta was having a hard time making contact with the demanding eyes of the unfortunate defiled girl. He had spent a large part of his life delivering bad news to his patients and their families yet it hadn't made it easier for him. “Come on. There must be a chance of error right?” Jessica almost pleaded. Dr Gupta shook his head. “My dear, you have no idea how much I wish I was wrong. I couldn't sleep the night I saw your results,” Dr Gupta spoke somberly yet softly and walked to his file cabinet. He didn't need to search for Jessica’s file for too long. It was etched into his brain. He pulled out the file and placed it on Jessica’s lap. Jessica flipped open the file and reluctantly went through them as the doctor stood behind her to explain anything she couldn't understand. The first thing in the file was the black MRI film. “See the white area at the back? It shouldn’t be there,” the doctor explained as he pointed at the film. She flipped the page. The next few pages were the b
Present day, Moscow…It was a snowy night in Moscow. No cars dared to occupy the roads. Every single thing in the range of vision was stark white. The winds blew relentlessly, causing a whistling sound to echo across the deserted roads. Only a few shops remained open and the faces of the employees sitting within the glass walls clearly indicated that they didn't want to be there either. A bunch of homeless people gathered around a metal trash can with a fire raging inside it. Far from all the despair and chaos, Ivan Volkov rested on his ornate sofa in front of his fireplace in a dimly lit room. He was in his late fifties and had a head full of white hair in a typical soldier haircut and a similar white beard. He had a large scar across his right cheek and wore a patch where his right eye used to be. His attire always wandered around the military uniforms and that night was no different. Ivan stared into the randomly dancing flames in front of him. The crackling sound of the wood givin
The morning at the farm was warm and bright. All night, Camila had been drowned in blissful dreams involving the fearsome yet soft hearted cartel lord who had fallen for her. If she could, she would stay in the land of dreams forever. The relentless shouting of the birds shook Camila awake. For a moment or two, she loathed the innocent birds. The dirty gauze lying on the table reminded her of her injured father. She quickly got up and prepared breakfast for her injured father. Ell and Sofia were fast asleep. She was cooking eggs in the kitchen while occasionally glancing outside the kitchen window, out at the fields. It was a lovely scene. Every now and then, she zoned out and imagined her future with Hugo. Her life at the farm with her family had been modest to say the least. The little girls were oblivious to the financial hardships faced by the family but Camila was well aware. Camila had to drop out of school to help her father at home but she was exceptional in English so she had
Camila shivered like a puppy. She couldn't even manage to find her voice. She was certain that there was no way out of it. They were way too deep into the field even if she shouted at the peak of her strength, her voice would never reach her house. Even if it did, her father was too wounded to overpower the three men. She would endanger her father and her little sisters. All she could do was to plead. “I beg you, senor! I’ve never harmed anyone in my life. Please let me go!” Camila pleaded with a shaky voice as tears flowed from her eyes.The man still scanned her like he was deaf. Her words didn't seem to make any difference to him. He extended his hand to her chest. Before he could touch her, she instinctively jerked away from him while she was still on the ground. It only turned him on. He moved forward and grabbed her leg. She instinctively tried to shake him off and her other foot landed on his nose. He put his hands on his nose and yelled in pain. All his friends laughed at him
Michelle kept up her attempts at seduction. They were indeed powerful. Any other man would have been easily swayed by her and danced like a puppet according to her wishes. Hugo on the other hand had known this woman for way too long to be deluded by her charades. He could see right through her facade. He could see from a mile away what her true intentions were. Hugo had thought that their fight the previous night would keep Michelle at bay for a while. The argument had indeed taken a turn for the worst and to an extent, Hugo even regretted some of it. But seeing Michelle’s attitude just twenty four hours later made him change his mind. It only disappointed him. He contemplated how to get rid of her. “Working late honey?” Michelle softly said, in an alluring manner. For a moment, Hugo actually wondered if she gave a crap about his business. But the illusion faded just as quickly as it had conjured up. “Yeah. But I’ve just finished,” he responded indifferently. He gathered up his stuf
One year later…It was a cold winter with frost setting in on the grass and there wasn't much activity around, be it human or wild. It was one of the cons of living in the state of Montana but Adam and Camila couldn't have asked for anything better to start anew. The huge ranches in Missoula gave the perfect escape to the estranged couple. It had taken some of Frank's connections to get the ranch at a low low price. The previous owner had died of a cold a decade ago and the rumors of his wandering ghost didn't do any favors to the value of the estate. Adam was preparing the turkey for Thanksgiving dinner. They had invited only their closest friends. Adam had even offered to pay for the flights of a few while the others didn't need it. He stood at the window as the sun went down.“It’s burning!” Ell shouted and Adam almost jumped out of his socks. He ran to the kitchen to check on the turkey in the oven. The timer still said fifteen more minutes to go. Ell and Sofia giggled and high fi
Hugo was pushed away from Adam with the force and he lost his grip on him. He regained his balance and looked back at her. The golden magnum in her hands was unmistakable. He had been too consumed with Adam that he didn't realize when she had opened his drawer. Adam stared at Camila with wide eyes. He hadn't expected that from her in a million years. Hugo took one step in her direction and she pulled the trigger again. Adam shielded his ears. This time the bullet tore through him and he was down. Camila stood over Hugo as he took his dying breaths. There was no anger in his eyes, just immense sadness and tears. It broke Camila to see him like that. He barely managed to put his hand on her dress and gripped it. The sleeve of his shirt moved and she caught a glimpse of the watch she had gifted him. A tear escaped her eye. Then Hugo let go and his lifeless hand hit the floor. Adam and Camila stood there like mannequins. It took them a while to realize that it was over. Camila broke into
No matter what Hugo did it only ended up making matters worse. He stormed out of the bedroom and went downstairs. It was raining cats and dogs. The sound of the rain and thunderclaps echoed across the mansion. He walked to the living room and almost smiled when his mind expected to see Michelle on the couch tapping away on her phone. He sat down and buried his face in his palms. Something had to give. They say faith can move mountains but what they don't say is how long one must have it for. Hugo was at the verge of giving up. He had tried everything and provided everything a woman could ever ask for. Even rocks eventually give in to constant pressure but Camila was something else. She didn't even pretend to love him. The disdain in her eyes was so obvious that even the servants weren't oblivious to it. “Would you like something to eat?” Asked a servant with a professional ear to ear smile. She was an old woman who had been with the Ortiz family since Mateo Ortiz took charge. Nobody
Adam put his hand on the Tokarev in his belt but he knew that it wasn't going to save him if he was a sitting duck against an army. The shadow of the man strengthened on the ground. Adam pulled out the gun and aimed it where the head of the guard was expected to be. His hands were shaking. One gunshot could end it all before it even started. A lot could happen to Camila as well if he was found in the mansion. His forehead was covered in sweat. The thunder rumbled outside and it shook him from the inside out. The guard stepped out of the room and caught Adam standing right in front of him. He was an old man with a gray beard. He pointed his AK47 right at his face and walked closer to him, examining him. Adam didn't even breathe. “What was it?” Yelled the other guard from inside the room. Adam felt the old guard’s grip tighten around the weapon and he followed suit. One badly timed itch would have started a war. The two of them didn't break eye contact for even a second. “Just a cat!”
Days passed agonizingly slow for Camila. The security around her had tightened exponentially. Her each step was carefully watched. She had a strict routine that even laid out her lunch, dinner and bedtime. Hugo still hadn't been physically intimate with her but that didn't mean she had any say over anything else. She wasn't allowed to leave the mansion alone under any circumstances. The servants and guards had orders to stop her at all costs and failure would result in execution. The recent bloodshed left little doubt in the gravity of the orders and everyone shadowed her twenty four hours. She wasn't allowed to own a cellphone. The walls were suffocating the life out of her. It was a starry night with a crystal clear sky. Camila stood at the balcony watching the only friends she had left. The stars never hurt her. They were free and Camila envied them. She cursed the day she had fallen in love with Hugo. She had been blind to the blood running through the white walls of Casa Ortiz.
An extravagant yacht floated a couple of kilometers away from Tortuga Bay in Ecuador. A party was being hosted on the vessel. There were dozens of women of all shapes and sizes wearing swimsuits and bikinis, dancing to the beat. The tables had lines of coke on them and every once in a while, one of the guests showed up and one of the lines vanished. Dominic Carter was the center of attention as he sat on the beach chair wearing a tropical print shirt and a pair of shorts that barely hid what it was supposed to cover. Two girls sat on the armrests leaning their bodies on him and he wasn’t complaining. Everyone was trying to be on his good side since he was the proud host of the party and the yacht. Most of the girls enjoying the party had made their way to his list through his bedroom. The rest were future prospects. Dominic preferred them in their mid teens. Half a dozen guards were scattered across the vessel and two of them stood behind Dominic like mannequins. The lines on the tabl
A month later…The flight from the United States descended with the sun. Ernesto Cortissoz Barranquilla International Airport was already bustling with activity. There weren't many passengers traveling from the United States to Colombia. The majority of them were tourists and the rest were back to see their families. Among the crowd of arriving passengers was Adam Peterson trying his best to blend in. He wore a pair of oversized sunglasses and a baseball cap. He walked over the line at the immigration. He produced his passport that read, “Alex Bradley” and the officer didn't take long to return it after stamping it. He went through the formalities and stepped out of the airport. His mind was working over time. He couldn't spend one minute without looking over his shoulder. There was some truth to Frank’s words. This was a stupid idea. Hugo Ortiz didn't have much support back in Nebraska yet he still managed to wreak enough havoc to have the federal government involved. But this was hi
Michelle was out with her friends drinking at Club Toledo. The place was packed with young boys and girls trying to get noticed and have a good time. The flickering lights and deafening bass music filled the club. It all reeked of sweat and cheap deodorants. Michelle was looking for a new target as usual. All her friends had found someone to spend the night with. Michelle had higher standards and no such man was up for grabs in the club. She decided to stick to the drinks. She checked the watch and it was ten already. Juan didn't show up. She’ll have to tame that stallion some other day. Even thinking about him made her mouth water. She caught one of her friends dragging a muscular guy to the restroom and she couldn't help but laugh. She ordered another round. Her phone pinged and drove her attention away from the psychedelic lights and deafening music. The screen said, “Message from Pedro”. She cringed as she was in no mood to deal with his tantrums and failures. She tapped on the ph
Hugo stood in the light of the burning cabin as he smoked a cigarette. He had never expected that from Pedro. Hugo’s father had assumed the financial responsibility for Michelle and Pedro. The siblings had been less than grateful but Hugo had never expected Pedro to do something so heinous against his saviors. Hugo knew that Michelle would give him hell for doing what he did to her brother but he didn't regret it. Pedro was to become an example for those who dared to look at the Ortiz family the wrong way. Hugo extinguished the cigarette under his shoe. He still had to break the news to Michelle. He shook his head and entered the SUV. Juan was typing away on his laptop. As soon as Hugo was inside, Juan ordered the driver to step on it. Hugo was silent for a while until he finally had enough of the secrecy. “What’s up with you and computers?” Hugo asked. Juan was a bit reluctant.“Senor Ortiz… I have a confession to make. I didn't drop investigations into Madam Michelle when you told