Iryna sat forward on the couch upon seeing the headlines. She nodded her head and looked up at Lucien who was standing nearby."Now on Hit celebrity news, Michael Grant's face has been removed from the agency's cover. This happened the same time he and Audrey's breakup tweet," the journalist said on television."Is this your doing?" She asked Lucien."I was going to ask you the same thing, Madam," Lucien replied as politely as ever."I haven't done anything if you think so. Well, it was meant to happen. That little matter went wild and Michael was dragged online. The agency is trying its best not to lose sponsors and clients, that should explain why they cut him off," Iryna explained."It is a little bit harsh," Lucien added."I know. But that is what organizations do," Iryna said further. She stopped and yawned."Did you take the medication Doctor Margaret prescribed for your sleeping problems?" Lucien asked."Yeah, I took them. Very soon I won't be needing them. My revenge phase is
"Reynold?" Iryna called as she opened the door to the orchard. The evening sun was light on her skin.He turned halfway and cocked a brow. He hadn't expected anybody to know that he was here. He knew that only a few people were allowed to even enter the orchard. So, who was this?He squinted his eyes and he recognized Iryna. Her short summer gown; ponytail and glasses; the ensemble made her look sexy, something Reynold couldn't have enough of."M—Mrs. Walters?" He stuttered.Iryna was walking on the fallen log of a tree and she held her hands out on both sides of her body to balance herself.She looked several years younger, Reynold thought."Hey, Reynold! I saw you from up there and I was quite bored!" She replied excitedly. She held out her hands at him. "Help a lady get down please," she smiled.Reynold's heart jogged. The setting sun's rays fell on her skin, giving her that glow that beach girls had on their skin in summer. He slowly took her hands in his and he helped her down."
Reynold held out a chair for Iryna and she sat down on it. He took his seat opposite her at the table, his bright smile never fading."Thank you," Iryna said gently."Oh that is nothing, you are welcome," Reynold smiled back at her.Iryna's cheek felt hot at that moment. She couldn't bring herself to continue looking at his face. She brought out her phone and kept her head down. She went into the messaging app and found Selena's number."OMG! I am sitting down with Reynold Spencer!" She typed on her phone.Apparently, Selena was online at the same time. She was soon typing her response too."Really? Hold on to him! Tell me where you are so that I can come and steal him for myself!" Selena replied.Iryna cocked her brow. "Hell no!" She sent the reply quickly."Hell no? Huh? You are already having naughty plans for him?" Selena typed. "Tell me, is he super large or king-size?" Another response came again on Iryna's screen and she cringed when she saw it."Those are bad manners," Reynold
Reynold's lips were starting to look very attractive. She felt drawn towards his lips in the car. His powerful hand lay on the steering wheel while the other one danced freely, it was as if he didn't know where to touch at that moment, he was lost in Iryna's eyes.She drew closer to him so that their noses touched. She inhaled the scent of his sweet fragrance and tilted her head to make way for the lips. She was just inches away. Her heart was reverberating tightly in her chest and heat rising deep within her.Everything was happening in slow motion.She stopped moving toward him, she was scared of making contact with his lips. But he wasn't stopping, he was still moving toward her, she closed her eyes and waited for his lips to touch hers.The phone rang very loud, enough to make Iryna's eyes fly open with terror."Jesus Christ!" Reynold cussed as he drew away. He picked up the phone and saw that it was just a reminder. "Christ," Reynold said with disappointment heavy in his voice.I
"That is very wrong of you!" Iryna slammed her fist on the table. She was at a meeting with several business associates at nine in the morning and the mood was already ready sour."Mrs. Walters, let me explain," the host of the meeting said."No. There is nothing to explain, no more guns in the business! The remaining ones we have, are going to be sold and the profits gained will be used for charity," Iryna said.In reality, the term 'business associates' were Dons in the Mafia business. Dons that would do anything to keep their illegal businesses alive."Don't tell me, you are going clean?" A heavily mustached Italian man asked.Iryna stared at him and recognized his face from the file she had at home. Federico Cuccini was a ruthless mafia lord that had a lot of pride. He had a large drug business and it was still getting larger. His dream was to expand his business over western Europe and rival the eastern Europeans.A very ambitious man —she had learned from the file."Yes, you he
"What are you doing?" Michael asked the workers that were putting his belongings into cartons in the office. The office was completely getting stripped of his things. He had just come back from being thrown out of Marcus's office. The confrontation with Marcus had gone south, not the way he had predicted."Executive orders, we are moving you to another office," the intern said. A security officer stood there nearby, in case Michael had any funny thoughts in mind.Michael scoffed. "Where are you moving me to?" Michael asked. As if getting his reputation tarnished wasn't enough, he was going to be disgraced further."You are being moved down to the ninth floor," the security officer replied.Michael gritted his teeth and clenched his teeth. "Now that is taking things too far!" He stopped and turned to security. "Who is the executive that issued these orders? Marcus?" He asked."No, Mr. Grant. It is Ms. Evans," the officer replied. The interns carried on packing the cartons out of the of
James's phone rang out loud at midnight and he looked at the caller ID. He groaned and ended the call. It was Michael.The phone chimed and a message came in shortly after the call had ended."Please James, help a brother," the text read."No!" James roared and put the bed cover over his head.In the morning, James prepared himself some tea and walked to the living room. What he met there shocked him to his core."What the Fuck—" he stuttered.The windows of his luxury bungalow had red lettering on them and it clearly said "please." He walked outside, expecting to see Michael but there was no one there. He noticed something in his yard and saw that several stones had been arranged into the word "please""Jesus Christ!" James exclaimed.James headed out in the early afternoon to grab a cup of coffee and he gave the attendant some money while she gave him his cup of coffee. He noticed writing on the side of the cup and he dropped it on the table slowly."What the fuck?" James frowned."
Iryna jogged in the private park wearing white trainers, black shorts, and a sweatshirt. She had started coming to the park frequently in the past weeks. Sure, her bodyguards stood nearby, since she had refused them to be disguised as civilians. She didn't want a repeat of her last park incident.Iryna moved her head left and right as she jogged, as if looking for something. Most of the people that were present in the park were old geezers and they couldn't keep up with her. Iryna eventually got bored and she sat on the bench, doing stretches.She was disappointed that Reynold hadn't been there today, he was one of the reasons she kept jogging at the park every week."Can I help you with that?" Someone asked her as she straightened her knee. She looked up and frowned."Federico Cuccini," Iryna hissed. She had recognized him straight away —the Italian prick at the last Mafia meeting.The Italian Don looked down at Iryna. He didn't hide the fact that he was studying her body. Iryna stoo
The court had been swift in declaring Marcus and Michael's verdict.Michael had hired a hot-shot criminal lawyer that lied like fuck during the entire hearing. The man was so good that he had almost even convinced everyone at the hearing that his client Michael was innocent, but the evidence was just too much against him.Marcus had been sentenced to ten years in prison with light labor in a penitentiary in California.Michael was sentenced to twenty-one years in prison, with hard labor and no parole. His modeling career was over, his life was over as it stood."Mark my words, you will pay for this!" Michael had said to Iryna when he was being thrown in a van."It should get old by now, shouldn't it?" Lucien waved him away at the court.Amanda Walters was still being held by the FBI, and it looked like it would remain like that for a while.The FBI wanted to fish out all information about the Mafia network in Latin America.Tyrese's charred body was later recovered.It was discovered
The sound of helicopters got closer and panic started spreading among the gangs and Mafia lords that surrounded the empty cars."The FBI!" Someone screamed.Government-issued SUVs pulled up and FBI SWAT teams were already over the place, holding their guns at them. They were completely surrounded.Michael gritted his teeth and dropped his phone. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He screamed. "Why does this always happen to me!"The FBI team wasted no effort in apprehending all the Mafia and gang members.The mission was possible because of two things, one, the FBI had come in massive numbers and had surrounded their enemies. Two, because of their magnificent entree, the enemy was too overwhelmed to act that they had suddenly given up their will to fight."Drop your weapons and go down on your knees, order of the bureau!" someone said on a loudspeaker."Fuck this!" Michael dragged Amanda and kicked Marcus out of his way. He ran forward to a nearby vehicle, but he was stopped by agents.Amanda tried
"Sir, the plane has landed," the intercom buzzed.Michael was seated inside a black limousine and sipped wine from his cup."Any sign of them?" He asked after he had put his glass down."Yes, they are stepping out of the plane," the intercom buzzed again."Jesus, New Orleans is so cold at this time of the year," Amanda shivered as she entered the car. "So this is the United States," Amanda looked out of the window at the high-rise buildings in the Central Business District."The target has landed, the plan is being kicked into motion," Michael said."Good, they will be heading to the mansion, and we will cut them off in that location you mentioned," Amanda held Michael's chest and began drawing circles."What are you doing?" Michael suddenly asked.Amanda came up and kissed Michael on the lips, short and fast."What was that for?" Michael asked as blushes developed on his cheek."That is just part one, I will give you the rest when we are done with them," Amanda whispered in his ears.
Iryna's eyes felt like lead when she woke up. She was in and out of sleep for the past eight hours. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. The bandages on her hands made them feel even sore.She looked out of the window and all she saw was water, from a bird's eye view. They were on their way to The United States... home."You were out for quite a long," a deep voice spoke.Iryna turned in the direction of the voice and saw Lucien sitting on a chair on the other side. IV lines were there and he wore a blanket over his legs. He looked better now, and his wounds had been tended to."Gosh," Iryna rubbed her eyes and yawned. "How are you doing, Lucien?" Iryna asked. She stretched and heard a few bones bop in her shoulders."Never been better," Lucien laughed. "The doctor said it was a miracle I was alive. My liver has been grazed, plus a lot of other internal blood vessels," he said with a smile. "Seems like I will be out for months," Lucien chuckled."Just rest up," Iryna told him. She looked o
Michael was getting irritated where he was. All of a sudden, the cops were showing up in large numbers, and Amanda was nowhere to be found."Alright boys, let's round this up!" Michael spoke out.The men all stopped and looked at him."I know, I am not your boss, but I can't seem to find Amanda anywhere and the police are coming, so we will have to ditch this place and run," Michael explained.He expected Amanda to do just fine, besides she was crazy enough to save him from the FBI that day. She would save herself."Where is Amanda?" One of the men asked. "We can't leave without her," he looked around. There was a murmuring passing among the group."For Christ's sake! It is almost morning, we have to go," Michael pointed at the sky.The sun was just On the horizon, it was just seconds away from sunrise. There was no time to wait around anymore."Michael!" Amanda suddenly appeared from behind a vehicle and she limped heavily.Her Kawasaki bike was oddly naked and there were a few crazy
Amanda stood up and stepped forward. Her left leg side roared with pain from her contact with the ground after that stunt with the van. There was a bruise on her forehead, but nothing she couldn't handle.Amanda picked up a bat that lay on the floor and smiled. She walked in the direction of the van.Iryna was the first to open her eyes. She let out a cough. Her legs hurt, but she could still feel and move them.She looked around and saw that the door at the back was missing. She felt fear develop in her and turned towards Lucien. He was still breathing, but he was knocked unconscious after the van turned over. Reynold was also unconscious, but his breathing was becoming raspy.Iryna looked at the front, and she saw Selena dangling from her seat belt upside down, the wound on her head looked very bad, and she could already tell that the driver was in an even worse state.Iryna tapped Selena's face. "Selena, Selena, wake up," there was a response, the twitching of facial muscles and so
"Shit, hold him tight!" Selena cussed as they lifted Reynold across the burning parking lot.Iryna held his legs, while Selena held his hands. He turned out to be too heavy for one person to carry."Huh," Reynold groaned. They had managed to stop the bleeding, it was a miracle he was still alive after all that blood loss."Hang in there, we will soon get you a doctor," Iryna said despite the pain in her leg, as they carried him to a waiting vehicle. A nab was waiting outside and when he saw them, he brought out a stretcher and ran to them."He needs medical treatment," Iryna said to the man."Christ! Señorita Selena! What took you so long?" The man asked. He had a very thick accent."Long story, just focus on getting us out of here," Selena said to the man.Iryna opened the door to the bus and saw Lucien sleeping on a bed. There were vials and IV lines that were still attached to him."Hey madam," Lucien's voice cracked."Lucien!" Iryna hugged him. "God, you are alright.""Last time y
Selena would never forget Iryna's scream. It rang through the night and was momentarily louder than the sound of bullets moving around them.Iryna herself could not even hear her own screams. They were silent in her skull. She couldn't even hear the sounds of gunshots. She didn't care about the bullets that ricochetted against the cars.As she watched as Reynold slowly fell to the floor, she wanted to die too."Shit!" Selena cussed as she grabbed Iryna and ran to take cover.Kynes fired several shots at them, but they had safely gone behind vehicles."What are you doing?" Iryna was hysterical. "What about Reynold? We can't leave him there!" She kicked against Selena and thrashed about.She refused to accept that Reynold was dead. He was lying on his back, a pool of blood was already forming there."What are you doing? There is nothing we could have done! There is nothing I can do to bring him back!" Selena screamed.She looked over the trunk of the car and several shots rang. She duck
Reynold rested on the bench and ran his hand gently on Iryna's shoulder. It was the first time he was finding comfort in detention. Even in their situation, Iryna still looked very appealing.Reynold tried not to wake her up as he caressed her gently. Very soon, Selena would come up with a crazy escape plan.He was worried about Iryna, he didn't want any bullets touching her, and how they would move Lucien who had just come out of surgery —everything was hard.Reynold bent down and kissed Iryna's head. She smelled of mint, she must have used the twenty-four hour mist. It had been two days since they had gotten a proper shower. But Iryna still smelled nice.He heard footsteps at the door and Reynold clenched his jaw muscles. He sure hoped as hell that it wasn't Kynes. He always spoiled the mood.There were two heavy thuds. Reynold cocked his brows and watched the door.The door flew open and Selena walked in. She looked around the room and pressed the switch. Reynold flinched from the