Antonio saw Samson’s car entering the gateway. He excitedly walked to check on them, thinking about where Margarita had taken him for therapy. His feet came to rest when he saw Samson come out of the car sucking his cigarette, leaving Margarita back in the car. Antonio quietly walked towards Margarita, whose eyes followed that heartless man leaving her behind.“Is everything alright, doctor?” Antonio questioned.Margarita nodded silently, thinking, is it okay to follow him this time, or should she leave? Antonio’s eyes landed on her skin where Samson’s rugged grip imprinted, leaving black and blue marks on her flawless skin.“Did he hurt you?” There was a concern in his voice, and she could see he was familiar with his wild behavior.“It’s nothing.” she decided to follow Samson, trying her heart out to convince him he did the right thing by talking at Silviya’s grave.“Miss. Margarita, I am sorry you are suffering because of him. But you are the only one who stood firmly in front of h
Sitting quietly in the car, Margarita saw her illusion in the mirror.“It’s been three days.” She declared the failure of no progress in Samson’s situation.“I am sorry, Antonio. I think I am not the right person for him.”Whenever she sees Samson, she feels him. The way he was struggling in sleep, not able to tell the misery curbing inside him. And if she cannot connect with him, she knows she can never recover.“You are changing him, Miss Margarita.” He gave her a small glimpse of looking back at the road.“I don’t think so. He didn’t open up to me. I considered taking him to Silviya’s grave, and talking his heart out would release his yoke. But I was wrong; he retaliated the other way.” Her eyes disembarked on her finger.“I would say you hit the right nerve. Samson differs from others. He mummed when he suffers, and when he heals, he...”Antonio left the sentence for Margarita to fill in the blanks.She reached the clinic and returned to her home in her car.The things between Mar
“I cannot sleep at night because...”“My past haunts me,” Samson confessed with a firm voice.A sense of numbness crawled in her body. How would she treat him when he carried the same demons as her?“Could you help me refine your haunting thoughts?” She knew she was entering the dark room, where she might not handle herself.“Death,” he whispered, and she could feel the hole in her heart open up.“Death of innocent people. Blood of closed ones.”Everything she closed in the chest of her mind opened up like she was talking to a mirror responsible for everything. “You lost someone close?” She had to compose herself.“Yes,” he whispered, missing the part where he needed to mention he had killed them all.She picked up the water to regain her senses, rolling the pencil between her index and thumb. “What do you think, doctor? How can I stop these feelings that don’t let me sleep?” Samson questioned.“Mr. Rufino, there are always some events in life in which we feel stuck, and our mind trie
FLASHBACK (5 years back)Margarita is sitting alone in her room, watching further from her mansion in Sicily. It’s been a few months since they slaughtered Ethan.Not to mention her dad and brother searched every nook and cranny, killing every viable prospect to satisfy the burning vindictively. Every night, they came home empty-handed without knowing where they could find the mastermind behind that event. But Margarita blamed herself for what happened that night when she was supposed to be the one at her brother’s place. Her overconfidence of going without security killed her brother.“Decker,” Adele called his name on a high pitch.Margarita jumped out of her bed and ran to see her dad.He clenched his chest, sliding back in his rocking chair.She wanted to enter the room, holding his hand, but when he saw her, he extended his hand towards Mateo, hinting she didn’t exist for him anymore.“Daddy,” she whispered as the saltwater curbed her sight.Mateo signaled her to move out of sigh
Today was different; the morning bliss peeking through the sheer curtains sprinkled on Margarita’s face. She yawned and palmed her face, rubbing her mercury eyes to get a better morning vision.She looked at the spiral calendar, playing hide and seek behind her water bottle, to realize it was Sunday morning.She didn’t realize it was the last day of the weekend, and she completely forgot her weekend chores were calling her name to finish it because she was so indulged in this seven day challenge.But she kept every chore thought aside, jumped out of bed, headed towards the bathroom for the morning routine, and came out hastily in her comfy clothes.She still had time to bake the cookies for those she liked to meet every weekend. The orphanage children were not her friends, but worked as healers to her broken soul. Their smile and thoughts remind her of Ethan, and their unconditional love keeps her going.But on her priority list, one more name had already been added-Mr. Samson Ruffino
“Are you sure, doctor? Because you look tired.”His jaw clenched, thinking how he could make her confess the name of the person she murmured last night.“Yes... I slept late.”“Busy talking to your boyfriend?” He commented.“Or entertaining another poor patient like me?”Realizing sour-coated words coming from his side were not what she expected at this time of their session.“I have my life too, Mr. Rufino. Talking to my patients and helping them is not just it.” She replied calmly.His eyes shot at her pale face. “Then am I special for getting time from you, or is there something else?”“I told you my reasons already.”His jaw grasped, knowing how he could make her confess the term where she opens up with the last night’s wake-up call.“Talking on the same. How did you sleep last night?”Samson knew the hope she was dying to see inside him was like a reward.“I followed your suggestion and called my mom.” The mercury eyes sparkled with silver rims, and a well-knitted smile played on
Samson and Margarita were heading towards downtown. He thought forcing himself to come with her would make her uncomfortable, but she was calm as the sea, looking outside, and lost in her thoughts.“Do you think I pushed you far enough to tag me along with you?”She turned towards him as the reflected sunshine sparkled in her mercury eyes. “Why would you think like this?”“Just like that. You must think, let me finish this session today, and enjoy my time. But here he is....”She circled the falling strands behind her ear, keeping the same smile.“I am happy to spend time with you as long as you open up with me, and we can solve this mystery in your mind, Mr. Samson Ruffino. But I think I was the one who forced myself on you to get stuck with me for sessions; you were never interested in.”Samson read his innocence.“So the place we are going...”“It heals me,” Margarita answered.They reached the place, and Samson parked the car.Margarita came out, and Samson helped to take out the
Margarita wiped her eyes, trying to calm her weary soul, and headed back toward the hall. Her eyes scanned the entire room, but Samson was not there. She called the caretaker and asked her about the man she came with. “He left.”Her conscious mind first alerted her to check the time, and she found out it completed her two hours of the session.She gifted a thin smile, but inside, something chafed against her heart. He came, spent the designated time, and left. Yes, it was true, and she had to accept it above all the emotions and chaotic feelings she was feeling inside herself.He was in a mess, but thinking healing him would heal her heart was stupid. He was too practical to involve the chaos she was dealing with in her life. Thinking he was another version of her disheveled life was a mistake.She stuffed her phone in the bag and appeased herself before heading towards the kids to spend her time.Samson, driving crazily, reached the pub, but how stupid he was to think he could enjoy
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