A single message chimed from Decker’s phone onto Capo’s, and went viral, all the rage and in vogue. After his night stroll, Aslan entered the living room while Capo, contemplating his next movement, enjoyed his drink.“Aslan,” even with the difference of opinions, this father-son duo settled on one thing to get Margarita on their side and rule the world. Those cold glares exchanged, maintaining the stoic face.“Come, have a drink with me,” Capo commanded in his definitive voice, summarizing his entire despair with a hint of a request to spend some time with his son. The man aged and only wants his son to take over things and accomplish his dreams.Aslan fixed his eyes on him; there was a time he craved for his attention when he was busy cuddling Samson, and now he was trying to steal some moments. His jealousy of Samson had eaten all the beautiful memories he had spent with his father.He directed everything through the pain. His power, passion, and territory were driven by the pain h
After a long and eventful engagement day, the two families gathered together for dinner. Margarita couldn’t help but glance down at her engagement ring, its shimmer serving as a constant reminder of the hope she had placed in Aslan. Each beat of her heart carried a twinge of pain, knowing that Samson had witnessed and accepted her fate to be with Aslan. She had bound herself to a man who could never evoke the same depth of emotions she had experienced with Samson. The weight of her unrequited love pressed upon her, suffocating her dreams and aspirations. Throughout the day, she had worn a fake smile, her cheeks aching from the effort. However, Aslan, ever observant, stole glances at her face, sensing that something was amiss.In between conversations, Margarita sought solace in solitude, finding herself standing alone in the gazebo, the breeze offering a momentary respite. Aslan approached her, whispering softly, “Is everything all right?” He leaned closer, concerned for Margarita’s w
Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, Margarita settled with a gentle smile on her face. She had accepted her fate, as long as it kept her family happy and her hopes for true love alive. But the pain still lingered, and she knew it wouldn’t fade away easily. Her phone buzzed, drawing her attention to the screen. Aslan’s number was displayed, and their engagement picture flashed in the background.“Hey, beautiful,” his joyful voice echoed through the phone.“Hey,” she replied, placing the phone on the dressing table and brushing her hair to prepare herself for the conversation.“So, I am leaving for Seattle. I thought to talk to you before boarding the flight.”“Have a safe flight.”“Are you going to miss me?” His question caught her off guard. She didn’t have the same intensity of feelings for Aslan, but she was trying to find the right words to make up for the situation.“I... yes,” she stuttered, trying to sound convincing.“It’s okay,” he replied, letting go of her lack of enth
The boundaries had been firmly established, leaving no room for any further moments between the two broken hearts. Samson killed the engine, allowing the last echoes of the truck to mingle with the heavy air. Before he could gather the courage to face Margarita, she swiftly stepped out of the car, flung the door open, and hurriedly made her way towards the entrance of the store. Every second spent in Samson’s presence felt like a dagger twisting in her core. Ignoring her feelings was slowly suffocating her, and she knew she needed to summon every ounce of strength and willpower to let go.Samson hurried after her, quickly scanning the perimeter to ensure their safety before instructing his men to guard the area.“Keep me informed,” he commanded, entrusting the security to his capable team.Meanwhile, Margarita walked towards the reception area of the store, where a friendly lady in her late twenties greeted her with a warm smile, recognizing a potential client.“Miss Costello, welcome
The crackling fire echoed in the tense silence, mirroring the tumultuous emotions that consumed Samson and Margarita. Tears welled up in Margarita’s eyes as Sarah gently guided her out of the scene, offering her solace and a bottle of water. Embarrassment washed over Margarita, overwhelmed by her loss of control. She had prided herself on her composure for the past five years, but Samson had brought out the worst in her. Her eyes flickered with a mixture of pain and regret as the tears streamed down her cheeks.“Is everything alright?” Sarah’s voice carried genuine concern as she settled Margarita in the car’s passenger seat, offering her a comforting presence. Margarita’s heart ached with a sense of vulnerability. She had never wanted to reveal this side of herself, especially not to Sarah, who had always been a witness to her strength. But at that moment, she couldn’t help but feel exposed and fragile.“I know where to go,” Sarah assured her, closing the car door gently before turni
Aslan and Margarita embarked on a quiet drive, the silence enveloping them as they listened to the conference updates. His hand entwined with hers, and he gently kissed the back of her hand, a tender gesture of affection.“Just a few more days, and you’ll be able to accompany me everywhere,” he remarked, his voice filled with anticipation. Margarita offered a faint smile, aware that her kiss had granted him a sense of ownership over her.“I’ll be happy to join you,” she replied, her voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.“I know,” Aslan responded, his words laced with confidence, as he directed the car toward the airport.“Where are we going?” Margarita asked, curiosity piqued.“Remember when I mentioned that I only had a few hours here?” Aslan paused, gauging the impact of his statement on her.Margarita’s astonishment grew as she realized the effort he had put into their relationship. It made her reflect on her own actions, or lack thereof, and she felt a pang of
As the days ticked by, the anticipation for Margarita’s wedding grew, enveloping the house in an air of excitement and bustling activity. The once-quiet abode now brimmed with the joyous chaos of wedding preparations. The rooms were adorned with colorful decorations, vibrant flowers, and delicate draperies, transforming the house into a breathtaking venue for a grand celebration.With her heart filled with happiness and lingering pain, Margarita immersed herself in the whirlwind of wedding planning. She wanted this day to be perfect, not only for herself but also for her loved ones. Amidst the flurry of decisions and arrangements, she found solace in the support of her family.Margarita’s heart skipped a beat as she heard the commotion outside her door. With a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, she hurriedly made her way to answer it. As the door swung open, her eyes widened with delight at the sight of her beloved brothers, Evan and Mateo, standing before her.Overwhelmed with jo
As Margarita entered the pub, her broken heart weighed heavily on her. Aslan, sensing her pain, stood by her side, offering quiet support and solace. His touch and words provided a fleeting comfort amidst the chaos within her.On the other hand, Mateo, Evan, and Sarah exuded an infectious energy, seemingly unaffected by the heaviness that Margarita carried. They engaged in lively banter, their laughter mingling with the cheerful ambiance of the pub.The energetic atmosphere of Barcode enticed Margarita’s companions to fully embrace the moment, to let go and enjoy the evening. They moved through the crowd with an air of enthusiasm, ordering drinks and engaging in playful conversations with other patrons.Margarita, however, found herself caught between the overwhelming weight of her shattered world and the desire to keep up appearances. She masked her pain behind a forced smile, attempting to join in the festivities even as her heart ached. Margarita’s brokenness remained hidden, a sto
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