Lorenzo's POV
Well, technically that would have made my initial job of wanting to kill her very easy but I couldn't fucking bring myself to do it.
She is so young.
She is a fucking Russian, I can't be all soft around her, I'm so sure she would kill me at the slightest chance she gets.
What the fuck is wrong with me
I was about to take off my clothes when I heard a knock on the door, my gaze immediately shifted to the door as I listened to the pattern of the sound again.
The sound came again, and I immediately knew who the person wants to speak with.
"Come in," I said.
The door opened Vicenzo came in, he is my second in command and best friend.
"How did it go?" He asked as he entered my room
"How did what go?"
"I know you went unaccompanied to the Russian territory last night just so you could see the face of the bitch that fascinate you so much these days"
"Nobody fascinates me Viz, I am just attracted to her skills and braveness, she is a misery that once I solve, I will be on to another," I said
“So, you didn't kill her," he asked.
“No. I didn't have the opportunity”
“I don't understand”
“Why are you here viz? I asked getting irritated by his audacity. He is my friend, but I am still his boss
"one of the girls was seen talking with a Russian," he said, as after he noticed my countenance, Chang.
"What did she say to him?"
"She is yet to say, she is locked away in the dungeon"
"And the Russian?"
"He got away"
"Do I know her?"
"Tricia, the pole dancer"
Fuck! I know her, she gives a good head.
"Let's just find out how much she let out," I said.
I picked up my two-9-millimeter pistols and shoved them into my jeans as we walked out.
*****
We went through a lot of secret doors before getting to the door leading to the underground garage, which is a very big and usually empty hall.The underground is so deep into the ground, that even when a grenade explosion won't be felt by those on top.
I don't keep prisoners, it waste of funds and time, if you ever find yourself in this room.
Well, you might as well start reciting your last prayers because these walls might be the last ones you will ever see.
It's usually very dark with little or no light, that is the way I like it. Only a few people get to see the face of a Ghost and when they do, they don't live to tell the story.
We got to the garage and found the redhead girl sitting in a corner and hugging tightly to her knees.
Her once beautiful face was caked with smeared makeup, her eyes were watering with tears, and her body started fidgety the moment she heard the door open and closes.
She seem to breathe a sigh of relief as soon as the light came on, revealing my face to her.
"please tell them to let me go before the boss comes, I didn't do anything, please help me, I don't want to die" she pleaded with tears dropping from her eyes.
Did I mention no one around here knows that I am their fucking boss?
I most times don't even know I am the boss, I live in a fucking staff quarters.
There is a saying that the only way to stay invincible is to make yourself too available.
"What did you say to him Tricia," I asked while walking towards the only available chair in the hall.
I felt her eyes trail my every move until I sat on the chair and brought out my Pistols to sit on my laps.
"You broke Omertà," I said Coldly as I gave her a cruel stare.
Bang!
The shot run out of my gun followed by a deafening silence.
"Did I miss? I was aiming for your brain, starts talking" I said, looking at her Shiver, her face thrown into confusion and realization.
"I didn't know he was Russian, he only asked for a private dance and offered me a drink, I didn't know the drink was spiked and I can't even remember the things I said to him.
She surely did sound convincing
I mean the bitch can cry a river, and if I did not know the person she was talking about was her husband. I would have been fooled.
"Please don't kill me, please. I swear I am innocent " Sophia pleaded.
I popped my gun and pointed it at her head. Mentally calculating the distance between the gun in my hand and her brain.
Should I shoot out her brains or her fucking face?
That moment she must have seen a bit of the darkness that revolve around me, she knew the time for the joke was over.
"You son of a bitch, I should have known you were the one they called a ghost, I sucked your motherfucker dick, your true identity would soon know...."
Bang!
The sound went out of my gun straight to her head, splattering her cum filled brain all over the wall.
"Clean this place up," I said to viz, as I tucked back my gun and walked out of the garage.
*****
Nadia's POV
I came back from training with the other guys in the evening to see that a bag has been dropped off in my room.
I opened the bag to find a super short red dress, I searched further into the bag to see if I could get leggings or socks to go with the dress, but found none.
The only other thing in the bag is a pair of black lingerie, a pair of black heels that are almost six inches high, and a blonde wig.
How the hell am I suppose to wear a dress that can fit into a doll, on shoes that are higher than skyscrapers.
I fucking hate heels.
I have never been good at wearing them. I will rather just stick with my sneakers.
If this is what it takes to bring down the motherfucker that wiped out my entire family, then it's a piece of cake.
I walked into the bathroom to take a short bath has to time has been far spent.
I quickly slipped on the dress, hair, and finally wig.
After which I stood before the mirror to assess my new look, I look nothing short of a cheap prostitute.
The red dress clung tightly to my body, my entire breast was on the display with a little bit of fabric covering my tilts.
I tripped and fell flat on the floor as soon as I tried walking on the heels.
This is going to be much harder than anticipated.
Just then, my uncle walked into my room, he stares at me for a few seconds while his expression remain blank.
“I was told you have received the items you needed for tonight,” he said.
I instinctively tried to hid from his view as his eyes seem to linger in places that made me feel uncomfortable.
“you have to be careful out there, we have an insider living there, when its time, they will reveal themselves to you”
“try to finger out the Italians location and who the hell this ghost guy is. just know that you are doing the entire Russian Mafia a huge favor by bringing this guy down. I'm so sure your Dada would be so proud of the woman you have become” he said,
“While I'm at it, can you please find out who the hell that stripper was that came to my room last,” I said
“We will fish him out, I promise,” he said and was about walking out when one of his men came and whispered to his ears.
”your ride is here,” he said.
I collected my gun to put it in my bag, but he stopped me.
You won't be needing that anymore, remember you a prostitute now, and prostitute doesn't go about carrying guns, he said with an evil grin.
*****
I was pushed out of the moving vehicle after which they zoomed off.
Motherfuckers
They couldn't even give me a headstart. I stood up brushing off the dust and dirt from my clothes and skin, while unconsciously tucking my breast back to the tiny fabric that is supposed to cover them.
The night was pitch black, I walked drunkenly on my heels while trying to cover my body with extra yards of invincible clothes.
After about thirty minutes of roaming, I saw the headlight of a car approaching me at full speed. As they drove closer to me, they reduced their speed and wind their glasses down.
Beautiful, care for a ride” one of the men seated at the front of the car said.
His Italian accent is very prominent in his voice. I stared at the other men inside the car all looking serious, and dangerous.
“Hi handsome,” I said resting my body on the Van, trying to act all sexy when the actual truth is, I don't fucking know how to be seductive.
“How much are you paying me,” I asked.
The driver come down from the van, he walked over to where I was about to pull out a gun when I ran.
I ran as fast as I could run on heels and he caught up with me in no time. He dragged me back to the van, where two other men waiting for us.
I tried to put up a little fight but gave up after they secured my hands and pulled a bag over my head.
“Puttana, playtime is over get into the car,” he said, as he pushes me to the already opened back of the van.
(Whore)I got in and found three other girls with their hands tied and faces covered with a bag.
My feet were seriously beginning to hurt from pains, hopefully, I don't get to survive another day on heels, but what if they decide to make me work as a pole dancer?
That would be catastrophic!
The car drove for close to two hours, and after which the car stopped. The door opened and we were asked to come down, of which we all did, after which they removed the bags from our heads.
The compound was enormously big with about four buildings that all looked similar.
“portal in the cella, Vado a dire al capo che sono qui,” the driver that dragged me earlier said, as he walks away.
(Take them to their cell, I will go and tell the boss they are here)I could not help but wonder what he meant by saying, boss. Does he mean Ghost or there is another?
“inizia a camminare puttana,” one of the men said pushing me ahead of others.
(Start walking whore)
I knew what he was trying to do, he wanted to find out if I understood Italian, it is a common trick we did all the time back home at my uncle's.
I remained where I was, I just couldn't let these idiots know that I understand Italian, though not much but enough to know exactly what they have been saying.
They took us to a large room with bright light and had a mirror as a wall.
We turned around looking at our reflections from various angles, wondering what was going to happen next.
“Introduce yourself,” a male voice with a thick Italian accent said through a little speaker I was just noticing its presence for the first time.
“I'm Rose Williams,” I said after the other girls had introduced themselves.
“Age?”
“Twenty-one”
“Nationality?”
“American,” I said,
There was total silence after that.
polyimide ruku yesli vy favorite PO Russki” a familiar voice said.
(Put up your hand if you can speak Russian)I instinctively almost put up my hands but quickly decided against it, and forced my hand back down.
“ya ochen' khorosho govoryu I ponimayu Russky yazyk,” one of the girls that were with me in the room said cheerfully.
(I can speak and understand the Russian language very well)The light in the room suddenly went dim, as the door we came through opened. two men I assume to be guards came in, both carrying guns.
Another man came in, dressed in black and wearing a full face mask and gloves, his presence commands respect and fear.
He strands towards the girl that earlier indicated she understands Russian, and two shots ran out of his pistol I never knew he had in his hand the entire time into her Tommy.
I watched as her body hit the floor, and blood started gushing from her Tommy, she was gasping and coughing out blood, and within seconds she was dead.
One of the girls attempted to run out in panic but was stopped in her tracks by the guards. The man in the mask walked towards her, pulling a little knife from his leather jacket.
He sank the knife into her chest and dragged it down to her Tommy. She was dead the moment he let go of her neck.
He walked back to where I stood and whispered to my ears.
“tu Mio Fiore, Sarai la mia puttana,” He said, touching my cheeks with his blood-stained hands.
(You my flower, will be my whore)For a moment there, I felt a different type of shiver go down my spine, and all the bravery in me seem to have been washed off.
I felt darkness engulfed me like never before, just like the day I watched my entire family killed before me.
Nadia's POV He walked out of the room, closely followed by his guards. The door was closed and the whole place was thrown into a deafening silence. The bright light came back on, with no voices. my foot was seriously wriggling from the bloody heels I had on. The whole place was stinky from blood and corpses, I have been desperately trying to avoid looking at the dead people and the mere sight of them freaks me out. I may be a badass and all, but I am still a girl. I turned to look at the other survival, she looked frightened and stunned at the same time. “What is your name,” I asked. I wasn't sure if it was the right move but seriously I needed to just have a conversation with someone. The day has been hectic. I thought about the stripper who was murdered on his way to my place and the one that got me drugge
Nadia's POV I groaned loudly when I heard the stupid alarm go off. With my eyes still shut tight, I googled my brain for some sort of reason why an alarm clock is pissing me off early in the morning, I can't seem to remember owning an alarm clock. You are not home Nadia Oh, snap! I slowly opened my eyes, thankful for the fact that I wasn't killed in my sleep, as scenes from the previous day flooded through my mind. My feet were still partially bruised and aching badly from the stupid heels I wore yesterday. I waited for loud noises of hungry men, or hasty movements of maids, but I heard nothing. Instead, there was this serene calmness everywhere. This was a big relief, in my ten years of staying and training with the Russian mafias, I can't seem to remember waking up to a noiseless house. I blinked my eyes repeatedly and took in br
Lorenzo's POV I walked towards my office trying to control the rage that was flooding through my veins. I was in the middle of something when Viz told me that Nadia was not in her room. I had told him to go find her, but later changed my mind and went in search of her myself. I almost lost it when I saw one of my men flirting with her, touching her, and inhaling her scent as I walked in. It was hard not being able to fist my hand into a tight bow as I moved closer to them. I had to restrain myself from actually punching him, till he has all his teeth shattered in his blood-dripping mouth right there. I can't believe a bloody Russian bitch is making me want to beat up one of my men. She drives me nuts without having to do anything. And I fucking hate that. As I got closer to my office room, which happens to be a standard plain room
Vicenzo's POV I pulled her hand across the house while also ensuring that my grip on her isn't too tight, so she doesn't get hurt. I could feel her reluctance in following me but she dares not take her hand away from mine. I will never forgive myself should anything happen to her, as she is the only piece of sanity I have left in my fucking black wretched soul. She is too trusting and thinks everyone has a kind and open heart like hers. Only if she knows what her new best friend was capable of. “Where are we going to,” she asked after I took her out of the main building and we were headed for the woods. Her voice was laced with lots of heavy breathing as she had to take faster steps to measure up my long strands. I stopped after some time so she can catch her breath. I can't believe he is asking scarlet to become a spy to a well-trained mafia widow. “Let's go,” I said, after some seconds walking way ahead of
Nadia's POV It's been over four hours since scarlet left, and I have been all by myself. Saying I was bored will be a fucking understatement. It won't be such a bad idea to take a walk around the house, www If for nothing sake, but to exercise my legs and possibly fish out anything I can get on Ghost. Scarlet sounded like she knew the person behind the mask earlier, hopefully, she can tell who it is when she comes back from wherever Vicenzo took her to. But before then, I should do my findings and if I get caught, hopefully not. I will have to think of ways to get myself out I came out of my room and noticed that everywhere was empty and very quiet. I started touring past the various rooms, some of which were slightly opened and others closed. I stopped unconsciously at a door numbered thirteen and lingered a while. I wondered who will be living in
Nadia's POV I don't know how scarlet managed to get me to agree to go with her on this shopping shit, but here I am seated glued to a spot in one of the world's most luxurious cars. Aside from the fact that I currently own a zero dollar to my name, I have been saddled with the unpleasant reality of been in the same car with the dude I almost crashed his dick a few hours earlier. Scarlet and Vicenzo are in a separate car behind us. If someone had given me a headstart about the seating arrangement, I would have outrightly refused to go on this trip. I can feel his eyes poking my skin behind those thick dark sunglasses he is putting on. I had earlier unconsciously stopped in my trackswhen I saw him walking out of the mansion to join us in the car. I have never seen anyone look so damn good in an all-black suit, that seems to perfectly fit his body and not in any way hiding his well-toned abs. The dude is too cute for h
Lorenzo's POV The ride back from the shopping mall was hell, I thought hurting her would make me feel better after what she did to me, but it made me feel worst. I feel as if I did something terrible. This is not the first time I will be getting a blow job from one of those girls at the shop, but I feel this might be the last. As soon as the driver got into the garage, Nadia stormed out of the car. I was about to go after her when Vicenzo stopped me and told me of an ongoing robbery taking place in one of my warehouses. We quickly got into one of the cars that had Enough ammunition and zoomed off. Throughout our ride to the warehouse, my mind kept replaying the moment Nadia walked into the private dressing room to see what she was not supposed to. I liked it when she called my house home, but just how far can these feelings I think
Three hours earlier Nadia's POV I was pissed and angry at myself when I got back to my room. I should never have agreed to go with scarlet. I tried to take in quick breaths to help me calm down, but I was still freaking furious. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why do I bother myself with what he does? He is an attractive young man, I'm sure he has a thousand and one girls that are more than willing to throw themselves at him. I lay frustratingly on my bed thinking of what to do to help keep my mind from its unnecessary misery.
Lorenzo's POV “Can you hear me, if you can, I want you to squeeze my hand a little" I heard a friendly male voice say to me? I was feeling a bit weak like I had just woken up from deep sleep, I didn't know where I was or who I was with, many questions flooded through my mind as I squeeze on the hand that was placed on mine. “Good, very good, now I want to follow the ray of light that I will flash while your eyes are still closed,” he said as I felt a sharp light moving across my eyes, I unconsciously tighten my eyelids. “Relax, just relax, now I want you to open your eyes slowly, I have turned off the torchlight, but the room is fully Illuminated, I want you to do it slowly” I tried opening my eyes, at first it felt like they were glued together as my eyelids seem heavy, but when I finally had them opened, my eyes fell on the elderly-looking doctor who smiled at me as soon as he saw m
six months laterNadia's POVIt's been six months Lorenzo, each day without you feels like a century. how long do you intend to punish me more? I miss you so much, I miss your smile, your laughter, and the way you love me.Do you still love me, Lorenzo?Our kids are growing up super fast, they are crawling and making attempts to stand on their two feet. I wish you were here to see how adorable they are, and they look every inch like you.Your mum has been very supportive, she comes in regularly to check how we are doing. your mum is a strong woman, if I ever become half the woman that she is then I will be truly blessed.I don't know what more to do or say to make you understand how deeply I mirror to see you, you have to fight Lorenzo, if not for me but your kids and mother.I long to see you play with children, I w
Seven days laterNadia's POV"Are you sure you are ready to face him?" Scarlett asked with genuine concern in her tune.She was seated on the chair watching me as I put final touches on my very light makeup. I didn't want to appear before my evil uncle looking weary or in distress, I want to him to see that I am still happy before he dies.I want him to know that even though he stole everyone and everything from me, that I am still going to be happy, I want my smiling face to be the last thing he sees before I sniff the life out of him.I stood at the mirror to look at myself in the black leather pants and black crop top I had on, my Tommy had snapped back a few days after my delivery. I parked my hair into a ponytail, leaving a few strands of hair to dance freely in my face, and lastly, I wore my pair of b
Nadia POV I woke up to a whole new wave of pain, my hand instinctively went to my lower abdomen to feel the bandage that was carefully placed on my Tommy, it fucking hurt. I looked up to see that Scarlett was sitting by my side, her expression was a mixture of happiness and gloominess. Now that was not what I was expecting to see, especially since we all have been excitedly waiting to see the babies. I too wasn't exactly happy and the reason is not far-fetched, I expected Lorenzo to be here when I wake up since I didn't see him all through last night. My mind went back to how I walked in on Vicenzo in the waiting area what was he doing there and why was he covered Scarlett was not exactly looking at me, she didn't know I was awake, I tried sitting up and noticed my Tommy was hurting badly, that was when she shifted her gaze back to me. “Hey you,” she said wearing a genuine smile. “Hey,” I replied “Congratulations," sh
Vicenzo's POVI quickly took off my jacket and pressed it on Lorenzo's head, using both hands as hard as I could to stop the bleeding as there was so much blood pumping out of his head."Let's take him up," I said to the men with me who were looking rather confused about what to do. I soon figured out their confusion as I angrily took my rifle from where I dropped it on the floor to smash unsuspecting Dmitri's head.His body collapsed to the floor. That instant I didn't care about Lorenzo's orders which were to keep the bastard alive, as my only concern at that moment was how to keep Lorenzo alive.We quickly carried Lorenzo out of there and we soon as we got into the main house, there was an ambulance waiting outside the house. Two male nurses ran towards us carrying the stretcher with them and immediately they got to where we were, they lifted him into the stretcher while an oxygen mask was quickly placed over his nostrils. Seconds later, they car
Lorenzo POVHave you ever been hit by a baseball bat on your chest or in your Tommy?It is not exactly something fun to look forward to, and the fact that I was wearing a bulletproof vest did not in any way hinder the effect of the gunshot that I just received.“So you are wearing a bulletproof?” he asked after not seeing any sign of blood on my shirt.“So you are a coward, huh?” I said to the motherfucker who seem to be enjoying my pains.I thought of ways of having this dude take the fucking gun off my face, as I know that any wrong move from me can cost me my life, and I don't fucking want to die. Those swift turns and moves you see lead actors do In the movies are film tricks, you can't go pissing off a guy with a gun to your head“No, I just don't like cliché. I mean, what's the use of having this conversation when I can just put a bullet through your brains and save myself the stress of
Nadia's POVI'm asking you to marry meI'm asking you to marry meI'm asking you to marry meLorenzo's voice kept echoing on my head over and over again.Have you ever felt as you have just been hit by a thunderbolt?Please don't get me wrong, I am sure that I love Lorenzo a lot but, is it enough for me to want to spend a lifetime with him?what If he is just treating me nicely because he feels pity for me, what if he changes after we get married? Do I want to get married? Will I be a good wife?“Please say something” Lorenzo who has been starting at me from across the table said.“I..*clears throat*I...don't think I am ready to get married” I heard myself say.What the Fuck!I can't believe I just said that, I mean, I do like him a lot an
Nadia’s POV“You still haven't told me where you are taking me to,” I tiredly said to Lorenzo who was busy picking the perfect dress for me from the wardrobe. He came to the room this evening and suddenly realized that we have never really had an actual date, and that he has been planning for us to have one, he said was tonight. This is coming three days after we were told that we were expecting twins.He was so busy looking through my pile of clothes as most of the clothes he has earlier picked did not fit due to my huge bump.“so what do you think of this?” he asked lifting a free-size chiffon gown with a smoky plinth at the waistline. I got the dress from Spain and never really got to wear it.“Well, it depends on where we are going” I said hoping for heaven's sake that he just say it instead of making me guess.I hate been kept in suspense.“You will see” he said, with that he helped
Nadia POVjust when you think you can't possibly hear anything more devastating about my ex-uncle, he surprises you with another one.Like the fuck!“He was sleeping with his daughter, he wasn't contented with his wife and all the whores out there, he chose to do the nasty with his blood, I have been underestimating his level of callousness,” I said angrily at Lorenzo after he practically pulled me back into our room the“You need to calm down, you have been stressing yourself a whole lot lately, and I am beginning to think that maybe you need to go stay with my mum," Lorenzo who has been standing and just staring at me said.“I'm going not going anywhere, I am staying right here to have this baby and when I do, I will be the one to put a bullet through that motherfucker brain," I said unable to control how angry I was fuck was that moment“No, what you need to do is go somewhere safe and