The Eppley Airfield wasn't as active as one would expect the biggest airport in the state to be. In most aspects, it didn't even resemble an airport at all. No deafening announcements echoing in the halls and no panicky passengers scrambling for their luggage. It was perhaps because of the early morning but airports never really cared for the clock. A little boy was making the most of the half deserted lounge. His remote controlled truck was showing all sorts of tricks and acrobatics. The truck maneuvered through the legs of the benches and the passengers. A few appreciated it while the others were just irritated. The faint whirring noise of the toy and the occasional clattering were the only sounds in the lounge. The kid followed the truck, matching its speed. It let out a loud clatter as it collided with something hard and stopped moving. The kid ran to see where it had struck. He found an older man reading a newspaper on one of the benches. The truck had flipped after hitting his b
The air in the hotel lobby started to get heavier and the emotions awkward. Ivan Volkov made one gesture to his men and they manned the doors. They started to gradually limit the new entries and hasten the exits. It all happened so subtly that even the hotel security couldn't see it happen. Within no time, the civilians in the lobby were outnumbered by three to one. Michelle felt sweat running down her forehead. She hadn't expected the encounter to take such an ominous turn. She was one wrong move away from becoming a turf war casualty. Another addition in the millions that weren't even worthy to be named in the evening news. She could feel the burning glare of the Bratva boss as he read her emotions and she knew better than to play any mind games with him. Ivan was far too dominating and intelligent to let anything slide. He put a hand in his coat pocket and Michelle’s breath got stuck in her throat. It dawned on her that he had made up his mind. Her body was frozen on that couch. Iv
It was Jessica’s turn to make dinner and she was going for mac and cheese. They both loved it. Adam was going to prepare some snacks when they were done with dinner. It was movie night and it warranted some butter popcorn. They badly needed a distraction with everything that had been going on for the past week. Adam was on the couch looking for a movie to watch. He had been on it for the past half an hour. They had literally memorized all the westerns. Adam was leaning more towards binge watching a series tonight. Dinner was ready and Jessica called him to lend a hand. That’s when Adam saw the absolute magnitude she had prepared.“Didn't know we were feeding an army of orcs!” Adam muttered and she nudged him hard with her elbow. He shouted ‘ouch!’ but laughed. Jessica also had a smile on her face as he emptied the pot into a couple of dishes. Jessica had that problem. She always ended up cooking too much. But it wasn't causing any harm. They could afford it and the local homeless guy
Jessica and Adam sat there confused with a table covered with pizza and mac and cheese. The previews kept playing on the TV. “What the hell just happened?” Jessica asked with her mouth full of pizza. Adam shrugged.“Who the hell cares? Pizza!” Adam responded and waved a slice in her face. “And that moron didn't even eat much.”Jessica shrugged and picked up another slice. Adam decided to tell her about Frank’s real motive to visit when they were off to bed. He didn't want to spoil the evening with serious talk about running away to a stranger land with fake aliases. He went back to choosing the movie to watch tonight. He chose a new rom-com police series and Jessica was excited to try something new. “Wait a sec! Let me clear the table first!” She said and picked up the dinner plates to take them to the kitchen. She returned in a minute, drying her hands on her shirt. “Now!”The moment Adam pressed the play button, there was another loud knock on the door. Adam groaned in irritation.
Back at Santa Maria Hospital…It had been two weeks since they had found Camila in the middle of the field. Her condition was improving but very gradually. The panic attacks and hallucinations were still there. It often felt like one attack would negate all the progress they had made and throw her back at the starting line. Hugo hadn't left her side for one second. The doctors had tried to convince him to go home and get some rest but his one threatening glare was enough to prevent them from trying again. Aleksander Volkov was long gone but Hugo’s rage was far from extinguished. The test reports had arrived and it only made matters worse for Hugo. The reports indicated gangrape. He had his suspicions. One man couldn't wreak such havoc on a woman. He had already ordered his men to comb the city for any suspicious activities or rumors. The police were taking care of this case as their first priority. It was almost like a curfew in the city. There were raids everywhere but nothing came u
Six months later…Camila had been recovering quite miraculously. The smiles had returned and Hugo couldn't help but melt every time he saw her like that. The idea to have her family temporarily move into the mansion had worked better than they had expected. Sofia and Ell slept with their big sister every single night and Bruno had a chauffeur on standby for whenever he wanted to check in on his daughter. The wounds had long since healed and their physiotherapist had her on her feet within a week. The panic attacks rarely happened and they weren't as bad as they used to be. She had episodes where she cried for hours on end. The doctors decided that there wasn't much that they could do about it. If anything could heal it, it was time. Other than that, she was just as beautiful, playful and innocent as the day Hugo had seen her for the first time. The mansion was full of life and sometimes quite a mess. The little girls didn't sit at one place for more than a minute and Gabriel was their
The wedding had been scheduled to take place on the very next day. Gabriel proved himself to be the miracle worker like Hugo had always witnessed him to be. The old guy was pulling hats out of rabbits. The best florists of the country were at the doorstep within hours. The pastor was chauffeured from his home. The entire estate had been heavily decorated. The moment Hugo got out of his room in the morning, a bright smile captured his face. He was in awe of his own mansion. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined his mansion to look so beautiful. He stood on the balcony, watching Gabriel barking orders at the servants. Almost everything was ready to go. No one would believe that it had only been a few hours since the event had been planned. The interior decorators were constructing white rose arches all over the open garden area of the estate. Hugo couldn't help but smile. Gabriel looked like he hadn't slept a wink during the night. The old advisor was genuinely excited for Hugo. A
A gentle knock on the door woke the newly wed bride up. Camila opened her eyes and realized that she was enveloped in Hugo's warm embrace while he was still asleep. It was way past dawn and the sun shone brightly. She couldn't have asked for more. It was so surreal for her. It had all started with her showing up at the cartel boss's doorstep to confront him for hurting her father. She smiled and hugged his arms that were on her chest. Another knock reminded her why she was awake in the first place. This time around, even Hugo was pulled out of his dreams. He grunted and got off the bed. “Who is it!?” He yelled.“It’s Gabriel and the witches,” Gabriel said from the other side.“Hey! It's fairies!” Ell's angry voice emerged from the other side followed by Gabriel's chuckle. Hugo couldn't help but smile at it. He opened the door and found Gabriel and the girls ready for a trip. Sofia was dragging along a bag that was even bigger than her. Gabriel sent Sofia on her way.“I’m sending Jos