EMILIOI paced back and forth in the cramped computer room. The air was thick with tension, the only sounds being the constant beeping of devices and the furious typing of the young men around me. I stood at the center, surrounded by my men, each one focused on the task - LOCATING THE GHOST.As I paced, the sound of my footsteps reverberating against the cold floor, Sarah's face flashed before my eyes. She had become my vulnerability, my greatest weakness, and the thought of her suffering tore at my soul."She's out there, vulnerable!," I muttered under my breath. "Alone, with that lunatic, Fuck!"Luca's hand landed on my shoulder, a gesture of comfort that I couldn't bring myself to appreciate. His reassurances fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the roar of fear that echoed in my mind."Don't worry," Luca said, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "We will definitely find her. We'll bring her back.""Don’t worry?! Sit here and wait?! That's not an option! I need to take
EMILIOI leaped into the passenger seat of the dark mustang, the leather groaning beneath my weight as I slammed the door shut. My men followed close behind - Luca and Alessio whilst Marcello and two of his most skilled underbosses -Jose and Petro, tailgated in another car. Javier slid in next to the driver seat, his fingers tapping on the tracking device.“Hit the road," I growled to the driver, my voice thick with urgency. We couldn't afford to waste a moment. Every second counted, every minute brought Sarah closer to danger.Luca scoffed from the backseat, his voice dripping with disdain. "Javier better be damn sure about this location," he muttered under his breath, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "If we're going in blind, I'll deal with him personally."Javier turned to face us, his eyes alight with determination. "I'm sure about it," he insisted, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "The Ghost wants to be found this time. But the connection isn't stable. We coul
SARAHI cowered in fear, my heart racing, as a bloody gun battle erupted around me. Emilio's men and Dmitry's gang exchanged blaring gunfire, the scent of gunpowder filling the air. I scrambled to find safety, crawling behind a chair as people dropped dead beside me.Blood splattered everywhere, and I felt constant nausea. I covered my ears, trying to block out the deafening sounds of gunfire. My eyes welled up with tears as I frantically searched for Emilio with my eyes, but he was nowhere to be seen. The house was a war zone, and I feared for his life."Sarah, get out of the house!" Emilio yelled, his voice barely audible over the chaos.But the gunfire raged on, drowning out all other sounds. I couldn't hear Emilio anymore, the violence engulfing the house in a haze of smoke and blood. I trembled, my body shaking uncontrollably.I wanted to run to him, but fear paralyzed me. The gunfire was getting closer, and I knew I had to move. With a surge of adrenaline, I peeked around the c
SARAHEverything happened like a movie in my eyes, my mind still lingering in the shock of it all. For a fleeting moment, I held unto Emilio, crying so bitterly on his bloody chest.The wind grew fierce around us, howling loudly in my ear and blowing tendrils of my hair towards my face. Lightening flashed across the sky and thunder rumbled in the distant sky.The storm started softly, but it didn’t take long before it became a tempest. Emilio can't die! He can't leave me!I straddled Emilio’s head in my lap, as the rain showed no signs of stopping. Each breath I took was a fight, a silent battle for survival. My tears joined the rain, both coming from a place of deep sadness.As I held Emilio, a flood of memories filled my mind. Each one was a reminder of the life we were building and the dreams we still had. I couldn’t let those dreams die with him. The thought of a future without him, without his loving touch, was too much too bear. He was my peace. “This. This is all my fault” I
SARAHGlancing at the wall clock, the time read 2 a.m., and a lot of worrying thoughts ran through my mind. We had been here for over two hours and honestly I was growing crippled with fear each passing second.“What’s taking so long? Why won’t they tell me anything?” I wondered.The hospital was a world of its own. The lights were too bright for the dark outside, and the silence was broken only by the soft beeps of machines and the distant shuffle of nurses’ feet. The air was cool and had a clean smell that somehow made my heart race even faster. I couldn’t sit still, not even for one second.I kept walking up and down the corridor, my mind racing as fast as my feet. It had been an hour since they took Emilio into the ICU, and every minute felt like a lifetime. “Is he alive? Is he okay?” The questions kept hammering in my head, refusing to let me breathe.Oh God. Please keep Emilio alive for me.The only good news I heard tonigt was when Luca informed me that this hospital was run
SARAH“Careful now,” I murmured, my hand gently pressing against Emilio’s back as we approached the staircase. The air was free with the scent of home, a big warm welcome from the stiff hospital we had left behind.It's been close to a week since Emilio was admitted in the hospital and now I'm just glad to have him back home.The shock on Emilio's face when I filled him on the details of my last kidnap that led us to Dmitry was incomparable to none.Although he wasn't surprised that Daniel orchestrated it, he still found it quite shocking. He played the 'I told you' card at me countless times like a toddler.It was such an horrifying experience and I'm glad it's all behind us.Emilio, with a mock frown, glanced over his shoulder. “Sarah, I assure you, I’m perfectly fine. No need for the babysitting,” he said, attempting to wave me off.“But your back—” I began, only to be cut off by his chuckle.“My back, yes, but my legs are still mine. “See? Legs intact.” He lifted his feet playful
SARAH It had been three weeks since Emilio left for Cuba, and sincerely I was missing so much. I thought after the entire Dmitry saga, we would get to spend time together but well duty called. He left for cuba barely a week after Daniel tried to attack us. He didn't give me details as to what new issue had arose, he just cryptically told me it was mafia issues. Well here I was, wandering through a kid’s boutique with Maria and June, two of our house staff. The store was filled with bright colours and the cheerful laughter of children. Yes. I am pregnant. I found out about it days after Emilio's departure. When I missed my period I was shocked and I had my suspicions but I wanted to do a test to confirm and indeed it came out positive. I could not contain my smiles that day, I was carrying the symbol of I and Emilio's love. I can barely imagine how happy he would be. The thought of being a parent is quite refreshing, enough to make one burst out of happiness. I shuffled thr
SARAHTWO YEARS LATERI woke up with a jolt, that same nightmare haunting me again, the day Emilio had his men throw me out. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, but then I saw Asher, my little boy, wide-eyed and awake in his baby crib. A smile broke through my worry, and I lifted him into my arms, feeling his warmth.“Why didn’t you cry, huh?” I teased, holding him close. “Were you waiting for mommy to wake up?” He just giggled, his little hands reaching for me, and I couldn’t help but laugh. It was our little morning ritual.As I fed him from his feeding bottle, the memories I was trying to suppress came flooding back. I could still see their cold eyes, hear the harsh words of his guards, and feel the rough grip of their hands as they dragged me out of the mansion. The pain of Emilio's betrayal hurt deeper than any physical wound.I closed my eyes, the weight of those memories pressing down on me. He didn’t even have the guts to tell me to my face. One minute, I wa
SARAHWEEKS LATER I applied the finishing touches of my makeup on my face, observing my reflection through the mirror whilst Emilio tucked in his shirt. It's been more than one week since that dreadful incident and honestly I am glad it's behind me, behind us all. Finally. This all seems like a new beginning for I and Emilio's relationship. He has actually become less controlling and more open to my ideas and thoughts. He doesn't assume I'm too feeble to handle things but instead he believes as his woman, I should be tough enough to take charge of certain aspects of his mafia.He asks for my suggestions concerning issues relating to trade and he has even thought me how to handle the gun more efficiently.More especially, he has been a great father to Asher. I've never seen Emilio so soft and undone as he is when it comes to his little boy, he becomes the best father!He is trying to make up for all those months he didn't spend with either of us and it's quite cute.Things are look
SARAHI struggled with my might, enduring the pain as I tried to cut myself free."Please....stop...leave me..." Emily begged frantically as Nikolia gropped her breasts and pressed his weight down on her body.The sight had me teary, my fear rising tremendously. Fuck. Cut goddamit.And then it snapped loose! Triumph surged within me.Quickly, I picked a rod lying on the ground and used it on an unsuspecting Nikolia.He staggered back and dropped to the ground, groaning in pain, "what the fuck!" He screamed, his hands clenching tightly onto the back of his head which now had blood gushing out.I couldn't afford to hit him anymore, his men must have heard him by now and they are probably on their way. My heartbeat was erratic as I freed Asher and Emily from the clutches of their ropes."Sarah..." Emily gasped, crying even hard. "Take Asher and run. Run into my car. The key is there! Drive away from here and don't stop. Just be safe please" I instructed."I can't leave you" she protes
EMILIOFUCK.It feels like my entire life is spiraling out of control once again.Sarah has driven off to save our son and I am here, forced to stay behind and utterly helpless when I could have driven off myself and killed that bastard!My heart beat ceased and pain clogged in my chest as I reminisced the day I had my men throw her out of the mansion. The puzzle pieces begin coming together, she was pregnant, pregnant and abadoned.How did she survive? God. The bravery and strength of that woman has me drooling! Will I ever see her again? Or our son? Our beautiful boy! Goddamit. Nikolia thinks he can take my family from me today but it's never going to happen.Decisively, I exit the house, the others following suit.If we are going to speak, it has to be outside the house."We have to do something. Emily..oh my God...Emilio we can't just let Sarah go there by herself" Conrad was panicking. He had never being in this sort of situation before and I knew it. "We won't. Right? We'd h
SARAHTHE NEXT DAY "Emilio I have to go now" I remided him for the umpteenth time but Emilio was not having to hear any of it.I had stayed over and last night was so memorable. Emilio made love to me the entire night like it was the last time he'd ever see me.I was aroused time and time ago, my breasts fondled and sucked, my thighs parted and positioned and my pussy dripping wet with juices he eagerly sucked clean.Fuck.He pulled me back to the bed just when I thought I had freed myself from his grasp, "Just one more hour Amore mio" he cooed in my ear, nibbling unto my earlobe.I smacked him playfully and bit my bottom lip, "You never do get enough do you?"Emilio pressed his lips on my collarbone, making me let out a little moan. "I haven't had you for two years. One day wouldn't satisfy me. I need to fuck you everyday" he raspily said."I really can never get enough Sarah" he added, his hungry fingers already trailing underneath my shirt.I closed my eyes for a brief second, r
SARAHTWO WEEKS LATERI stared at myself in the mirror, combing through my hair. Today was the day Emilio expected my response, and he was sure not expecting a no. I had thought about it endlessly. I wanted to be with Emilio, but this time things would be different. I wouldn’t let him think I was weak, someone he needed to protect. I survived two years without him, almost died in childbirth, and I wouldn’t let him ever toss me out of his life again.Emily knocked lightly on the door before stepping into the room. “Hey, Sarah. The driver is here, and Conrad is already in the car. Are you ready?”I turned to her, nerves fluttering in my stomach. “Yeah, I’m ready. Just… feeling a bit anxious.”Emily walked over, giving me a once-over. “You look amazing, Sarah. Hot, even. Emilio won’t know what hit him.”I laughed, shaking my head. “Thanks, Em. I hope you’re right.”She came closer, her expression turning serious. “Listen, whatever decision you make today, I support you. Don’t be nervous.
SARAHThe evening was quiet, with the kind of air that made you reflect on everything, no matter how hard you tried not to. I sat on the porch, my mind tangled in my thoughts, when Emily walked over, noticing my deep thinking.“Hey, deep in thought much?” she said, sitting down next to me.I forced a smile. “Just a lot on my mind.”Emily raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to talk about it?”I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my confession about to pour out. “Have you tucked in Asher?”“Yes, he’s asleep,” Emily replied softly. “What’s going on with you? You seem really off tonight.”I hesitated for a moment, then decided to just let it out. “I met with Emilio.”Emily’s eyes widened in surprise. “What did he say?"“He said quite a lot,” I began, my voice fluttering slightly. “He reached out and we met up. Well he forced me to. He said he had to explain something important.”Emily leaned in, clearly intrigued. “Well? Hope he gave an apology?”I took a sharp exhale, struggling to fi
SARAHAs I approached the huge doors of Emilio’s mansion, my stomach churned with a mix of dread and uncertainty. The towering was in front of me, bringing back memories I had tried desperately to bury. I clenched my fists, willing myself to remain composed. It had been three days since Emilio had asked me to come over, and every second leading up to this moment had been filled with doubt and anxiety.Standing before the grand entrance, I hesitated. Memories flashed before my eyes—laughter, arguments, moments of tenderness, and the pain of my last time here, the shame I felt, the way his guards threw me off without any sympathy. I felt a wave of nausea, the urge to turn around and run kept ringing in my head. But I was here now, and I needed to get this over with.Gathering my resolve, I knocked on the heavy iron door. Almost immediately, it swung open, revealing Emilio. His presence was as commanding as ever, a mix of charm and authority that left me both intrigued and wary.“Sarah,”
SARAH I paced to and fro around the house, my heartbeat at 360 beats per minute. Man if anything happens to Conrad, I don't give a fuck I'd literally call the cops on Emilio. We hadn't heard from him in three days ever since the day Emilio barged into my home unannounced and also had his men stalk me and drag me to meet him.I just know Emilio is behind everything.I mean who else has such an audacity?Emily has been worried sick about him. I don't ever want Emily to suffer because of me. She has done so much for me. She stood by me, supported me, helped me patch myself up and she has been that shoulder I can always cry on. It would be so cruel of Emilio to cause her any form of pain.She was there for me when he wasn't! Both she and Conrad.Why is Emilio doing this to me? Does he want to seperate me from everyone I love? What sort of a man is this!?Emily currently was not home. She rushed out without saying a word to me after she received a strange call.I opted to follow her
EMILIOThe sanitary smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils as I stood in the hospital ward, my heart pounding in my chest. I glanced at Luca and Alessio, their faces also filled with the tension and anticipation I felt. We were all waiting for the doctor to return with the final results.When the doctor finally walked in, holding a sheet of paper, I could barely breathe. He looked at me and nodded. “Mr. Emilio, the test confirms it. Conrad is your brother.”I couldn't believe it. The hospital lights felt too bright, too sterile for the intensity of what was happening. I stood there, staring at the DNA results that confirmed it once again: Conrad was my brother. A flood of emotions washed over me—shock, relief, and an unexpected surge of happiness.Shock ran through me. Despite the previous test, a part of me wouldn't fully believe it. But now, with this confirmation, the truth was clear. Luca and Alessio exchanged glances, both looking as stunned as I felt. Conrad, on the other hand,