A cold barrel grazed against the cervical curve, alerting him of someone’s presence behind him. His hands turned into tight fists, ready to launch a punch at the owner of this courageous act, but the illusion in the window mirror says it all.“Did you check the safety lock? It would be best to unlock it before you pull the trigger.” Ramona pulled the gun and checked the lock in curiosity. Aslan spun and pointed his gun at her navel, pulling her hair back and craning her face to see him.“Should I waste my bullet in your filthy gut?” He yelped at her daring, followed by a clenched jaw. Ramona dropped the gun and circled his wrist in haste, trailing down the barrel from her navel to the south.“What do you think about this one?” she gambled again, leaning, licking his lips seductively. With a single pull, she opened the knot of her dress over her left shoulder, and it shredded down, circling her feet. Aslan didn’t break his gaze from her face, observing her new ventures. The gun is stil
We all play unique characters in different stories. We could be a hero for some and evil for others. Capo was trying to fix his past, holding onto his son and sacrificing the one he never wanted. He loved Samson because it’s about the legacy he wanted to sign to Aslan. Aslan had other plans, including becoming the heir to the Spanish Cartel, but they didn’t include his father. He hated him from his core and never confronted his doubts.As planned, Capo and Ramona drove toward Master’s home.The car friction against the gravel came to a halt.“Keep your mouth shut.” When the driver came out to open the door for Capo, he turned towards Ramona and commanded her. She lowered her peer, like an innocent lamb, willing to listen to whatever her Master ordered her.His walking cane pressed against the pebble, and he fixed his posture against it. His guard ceased at the door because Master didn’t like the crowd. With limping leg, he walked towards the patio where Elijah and Master enjoyed their
Yesterday was history, and tomorrow is a mystery, and today?Since that night, everything has changed. The meaning of his life altered downright. He fell in love with her, and she was not. He felt jealous of her, but she was not, and now when Capo and Master had rewritten his future, he had nowhere to go.The feeling was agitating like quicksand, swallowing him whole, but despite the stubborn he was, he didn’t allow a single sentiment to cast on his face. He masked himself blankly, turned into a monster, and this time hundreds of times worse than what he was. The ones who mistakenly thought about this new Samson feared him the most when they saw the real him had returned, and within a week, the news displayed everywhere about illegal activities increased in a week. That was for the outer world, but Margarita was still stuck in the exact moment.After that evening, she waited for his call, and when he did the following day, she was too angry to talk to him. He needs to know she was not
“Come on, Aslan, where are we going?” Margarita, being in her natural ease, chuckled when he gripped the wheels.“I told you, it’s a date coffee,”“There is nothing called date coffee.” She fixed her dress.“There is, and let me make it more special,” he winked and dialed a number on his phone.“Two coffee, croissant & banana muffins, and chocolate donuts,” he ordered over the phone, and she offered a shrug in reaction. He was not ready to disclose anything, and she had nothing to do except wait for him to show. He was not flawed as Samson portrayed him. It seems he is natural, maybe because of their past; these two men couldn’t get along.She was looking at him, contemplating the reflections from her past and present.“Are you missing someone? Because if you are, then I will feel bad.” he pulled his lips and frowned. She looked away immediately.“No, I was just thinking... why people call you...” She had to stop there. How come she reveals the blames she heard from Antonio and Samson
Was it an inner battle between me and me of Margarita, or was it really happening with her where she was waiting for the one while another one was offering her the rescue? Love and care were never her priorities because she was fed up with it with her family, but it was all the guilt of hurting them that couldn’t let her live in peace. She stood there more than expected when Azra’s wife, Lily, opened the door and called her name.“Mam,” she looked at her with confusion written on her feature but still processed that the words she used to call were not the ones she wanted to hear from her.“Please call me Margarita,” with a thin smile. She joined her way back with her.“Are Mom and Dad home?”“No, but they called twice, wanting to know if you came or not,”“For me?” She grabbed her phone and checked if she missed their call..“Why didn’t they call me?”“Maybe because they don’t want to disturb you with our new guest,” Lily teased, making her cringe internally.“Our guest,”“Aslan Ivank
“Sammy,” Antonio wailed.A wave of excitement screeched through her, but soon as her feet ceased,in front of the ajar door, that excitement turned into a fury.That sixth sense clobbered and amused her with a cynical smile.“What?” that voice she had known for a very long time reached her ears before her eyes fixated on the figure lazily drowning itself over the couch. She trudged, making her way forward, and gently touched the door.Antonio pressed his hands on his waist in a confronting stance while the man of all the chaos slid on the couch, resting his head back and releasing the smoke from his mouth.“Why are you doing this?” Antonio reprobates his behavior.“Because your doctor irritates me.” Samson heaved a snarl with closed eyes, still absorbing Antonio’s figure hovering in his presence.“This is not right. I can’t lie to her,”“Shut the fuck up, Antonio.” Samson prattled out.“She came to see you here.” Samson lifted his lousy body under the influence of alcohol and filled h
When you are pleased, you enjoy the sound and the beats, but when you are shattered, you understand the lyrics. Margarita and Samson, we’re inclined to comprehend the lyrics. One was eager to understand the reason behind all the chaos, and one was hiding in vain.The worst feeling wants to cry, but holding it in front of those who knew her better. But Margarita handled her fragility well enough over the years, as if she had built the armor around her heart, not letting the air know what was happening inside her.The beat had passed when he declared his hatred. It’s been a week, but for her, the time had stopped at that moment. She indulged herself in work so much that she stopped enjoying the moments she had craved for so long, being with her parents, especially her dad. Just like her usual morning
“I am taking you to the special club.” Her eyes widened. There could be the possibility of a strip club, pub, or something more.“Special club? What is that supposed to mean?” She frowned; she didn’t like the uncertainty of the plan.“Don’t worry; we will have fun,”“I thought we were going for dinner.”“We are, but before that, choose any of them.” he extended a bunch of brochures.“What is that? Do I need to choose one of them?” She flipped the options one after another.“Standup comedy, cliche,”“Strip club, um, watching another woman, nay, I will pass. I mean, this is what you will enjoy.” She rolled her eyes, and he observed her while driving, b
Margarita looked out at the moon, standing next to the fountain. The breeze played with her long curls, emphasizing the coldness. She was not expecting her dad to reveal the situation like this. She heard the footsteps approaching in her direction, and she was not willing to talk to anyone right now. She rushed towards the garden, thinking she could hide. “Margarita,” a voice brushed in her ears, and the goosebumps started to crawl out from her skin. She didn’t turn because she knew she would look weak and vulnerable in front of Samson. Margarita’s fingers tightened around the edge of her dress, her knuckles turning white. She could sense Samson’s presence behind her, the weight of his gaze, the unspoken words that hung in the air between them. But she remained committed, determined to protect herself from the pain that had once shattered her world. “I know... I have never missed an opportunity to hurt you, but we both know how much...” Samson whispered close to her ear; she turned
Three of them went inside. Samson could feel the resilience aura coming his way from Mateo. His presence might have been accepted by the Italian don but by the brother of Margarita Costello.The room was filled with a tense silence as Decker’s sharp gaze fell on Samson, his expression unreadable. Mateo stood by, observing the interaction between the two men.“Samson,” Decker’s voice was steady, his tone devoid of any warmth.“How are you now?”“I am... better,” Decker gestured toward a chair, indicating for Samson to sit. As they settled around a table, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation.“Mateo, could you please call everyone? Our friend here came to have dinner with us,” Decker instructed, his eyes never leaving Samson.Mateo nodded and left the room, leaving Samson and Decker alone for a moment. The silence was tangible, and Samson could feel the weight of Decker’s scrutiny on him.The silence filled with the click of glass when Decker poured whiskey into two glasses and dr
Master’s cold eyes flickered with intense emotion. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced, and recounted his side of the story.“It all started when you shot Elijah, leaving him to die.” That sight was still crisp in Master’s mind, watching his son bathed in his own blood pool.Master’s voice was low and filled with bitterness.He paused for a moment, his gaze distant as he relived the memories of that fateful day. “Elijah’s condition only fueled my rage further. He was left paralyzed, and I couldn’t bear to see my son suffer like that.”“The pain of watching our son consumed my wife, and she chose to die by taking her life. I lost everything that day, and the pain consumed me because of you.” Master’s eyes didn’t flicker from Decker’s face.“I wanted revenge, and I wanted Decker to suffer as I had suffered. So, I searched for the worst criminals, those who would carry out my bidding without question. That’s when I found Vasco Ivankov and helped him establish the Spanish
In a quiet corner of the room, Adele and Elijah sat closely together. Both of them were old, and time had carved its marks on their faces, but their eyes held the same warmth and love that had bound them together for decades. Adele looked at Elijah with concern, her heart aching for the man she once loved deeply.“You look beautiful,” Elijah stammered.Adele smiled thinly and shook her head, withering away the worries about what was happening outside.“Is this because of the bullet in your spine?” Adele asked gently, her voice barely above a whisper.Elijah nodded slowly, his lips twisted in pain as he struggled to speak. “Yes,” he uttered. “I got punished for what I did.”Tears welled up in Adele’s eyes as she reached out and cupped Elijah’s hand in her own. “No, Elijah,” she said, her voice filled with emotion. “You didn’t deserve this. You were caught in the crossfire, and it was never your fault.”Elijah drooled, and Adele picked to wipe his face.“Is he handsome enough?” He chuck
The thick scarlet liquid dripped from the on the wooden floor, slithering down at the Master’s shoe. He finished, placed his cigar back on the ashtray, and looked sideways to see the lifeless body of Capo on his patio. His face twisted in disgust and anger. He looked at the man who had once been his friend, his ally, but was now nothing more than a hindrance to his plans. “Your blood stains my patio, making it dirty,” he muttered, his voice cold and devoid of any remorse.“I thought your son was better than you, but these Costello bitches always win the men with their charm,” he greeted, his teeth watching over Elijah as he made his way to the patio.“Don’t look at me like this,” Master rolled his eyes, watching Elijah’s judgemental eyes.Capo’s phone started to buzz on the coffee table, displaying the name “Samson” on the screen, but Master didn’t bother to pick up. He threw the phone aside, frustrated by the turn of events. His plan to defeat Decker and take control of the underworl
The room was shrouded in darkness, the heavy curtains drawn tightly shut, blocking any sliver of light from the outside world. The only source of illumination was a single dim lamp perched on the edge of the heavy wooden desk. Its soft glow created dancing shadows on the walls, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the room.Capo sat there, a solitary figure amidst the darkness, his face partially concealed by the shadows. The lamp cast a faint light on his troubled expression, revealing the lines of sorrow etched on his face. His eyes, filled with a mixture of grief and determination, remained fixed on a picture of his beloved son, Aslan, which lay on the desk before him, his handsome face smiling back at him, and tears welled up in his eyes.“I’m so sorry, my boy,” Capo whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “I never got the chance to tell you the truth. I wanted to explain why I punished your mother. Why I had to make the choices I did.”His mind drifted back to the painful memories
The morning sun gently streamed through the curtains, waking Sarah from her restless slumber. As she opened her eyes, she saw Margi sitting beside her, her face filled with concern.“Hey,” Margi said softly, “How are you feeling?”Sarah mustered a weak smile. “Better, I guess. Thanks for taking care of me.”Margi nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of everything that had transpired. “Of course, Sarah. I’ll always be here for you.”Tears welled up in Sarah’s eyes as she looked at Margi. “I’m so sorry, Margi. I never meant for any of this to happen.”Margi reached out and gently squeezed Sarah’s hand. “It’s not your fault, Sarah. None of us could have foreseen any of this.”Sarah’s voice quivered as she spoke, “Will you ever be able to forgive Dominic?”Margi looked at her friend, unsure if she could ever find it in her heart to forgive the man who had caused her so much pain. “I... I don’t know if I can forgive him,” she admitted, her voice filled with uncertainty and vulnerability
Margi looked down at her trembling hands, her dress stained with blood and dirt. One part of her heart was relieved. Sarah is safe and under the doctor’s observation. Her mind drifted back to that horrifying day when she witnessed her brother Ethan’s tragic end. The image of him being engulfed by bullets haunted her, and her own screams echoed in her ears. She felt the guilt creeping in, wondering why it was always her loved ones who suffered while she managed to survive.Aslan’s face flashed before her eyes, his hazel eyes filled with love and happiness just hours before his life was taken from him. The memory of his gentle smile and the promise of a new life together crushed her heart. She couldn’t bear the thought that she was with him in his last moments, and yet she couldn’t save him.“Why does it always have to be them? Why can’t I protect the ones I love?” Margi whispered to herself, her voice filled with desperation.Amid her thoughts, Antonio extended a glass of water towards
The road ahead seemed uncertain and dark. The headlights of the car cut through the night, illuminating the winding path before them, but it did little to dispel the heaviness in their hearts.In the silence of the car, broken only by the sound of the engine and the soft hum of tires on the road, Margi and Sarah couldn’t help but contemplate the shattered trust that lay between them and Dominic.Margi skimmed in her direction and knew how the pain etched on Sarah’s face. The dry tears and blank eyes were a reflection of the shattered trust that mirrored her own feelings. Looking at Sarah, Margi saw a reflection of her own heartache, and she knew that they both shared a similar pain.“Do you love him?” Margi asked, her voice soft and understanding, knowing the weight of that question.Sarah hesitated for a moment, her lower lip trembling with fear of revealing the truth. She squeezed her eyes and swallowed the truth without uttering them in words.Margi knew the ache of loving someone