Margarita checked the time and recognized today, the time flew like anything. She smiled, passed her goodbyes to everyone, and called Uber to collect her car from the clinic.She was thinking about Samson and realized expecting too much from him was stupid. She reached home and relaxed in a long shower. After an exhausting day, she washed her hair and wrapped herself in a bathrobe.She was hungry but didn’t have the energy to cook; she ordered pizza.She received the pizza box and greeted the server with an extra tip. She opened her all-time favorite series- FRIENDS.And started enjoying her food with a chill coke; she still remembers how much Ethan loved pizza and allowed no one to eat the last slice.Her eyes turned glossy. “This is for you, little brother,”she bit the corner of the last slice and left it thinking about Ethan.She was about to hit the bed when her phone buzzed. It was almost a quarter to twelve. But she knew she had to take this call.She yawned and picked up the v
DAY 6The following day Margarita prepared herself with blue denim jeans and a white top; pulling her sketchers today, she wanted to go casual. She reached the farmhouse where Samson was waiting in his room patiently. She was happy to see his progress, but she still remembers the day she met him and the sixth day; it felt like he was completely changed.“Hello, Mr. Ruffino,”“Call me Samson,” their gaze met for a moment. He was smiling through his eyes, and she felt healed with a relieved smile.“Okay,” she toned her voice, trying to taste his name on her lips.“Samson,” she whispered, and he scanned those lush vanilla lip balm-coated lips.“You seem different today.” She smiled.“I feel different today.” He arched a brow.“That’s good to see you.”“How did you sleep yesterday?”Samson bit his tongue; all this happy smiley face was not his cup of tea. He was pretending to be good, but in reality, his mind was stuck with the same picture he saw yesterday at her place.“Good, after talk
“Hey brother,” Margarita called Mateo.“How are you, sis?”“I want to talk about Evan,”Margarita came to her house, finished her dinner, and thought about how she should ask her brother about Evan.“Margi, you know our answer.”“We can’t allow...”“I know, brother, and I understand. But he is feeling suffocated, and he needs to explore his life. How long will we make him stay in Italy?”Margarita jeered.“So, what do you want? Let our dad stay stressed, thinking his daughter is alone in the states, and now his youngest son, too, wants to go out?” Mateo snapped.“Dad doesn’t bother about me.” Margarita lowered her peer.“You guess, but we know how much he misses you daily.”“He.. he didn’t want to see me, and neither did he called me.”Mateo heaved a low breath. “You know, Margi. Have you seen that lion king movie?”She nodded.“When Simba was surrounded by the hyenas and trying to roar to scare them off, but failed.”“And when his dad found out Simba was in danger, how did he run and
She felt heavy on her chest when he said he had a surprise for her. She handled all her thoughts of taking him out of his personal hell as an illusion she had created for herself in these past few days. Now the man standing before her was the real one she needed to deal with. Her inner self was shivering and shattered looking at him. The pressure on the flowers clenched when he walked towards her.“Are these flowers for me?” She nodded silently.“Why the dry ones?”“I... I....”“I wanted to show you, just like these flowers, our lives will wither, but what we left behind were the choices we made for ourselves. The choice to stay put, the choice to stay happy. The...” She stuttered.He received the flowers and turned to put them on the bar counter.“Do you think these stupid stories about flowers and life will fix me?” He smirked.“You think your stupid act of making me see humanity would help me fix my issues?”“Well... I think you are a fake person. Or should I say, a fake therapist
Margarita gathered herself so nobody could judge how powerless she felt inside. All this time, he was lying to her, and the worst thing was the more she tried to run from the life of murder and crime, she ended up in the same place.Antonio looked at her. “He killed her.”“Yes,” Antonio sighed.“And you are okay with that? Did the cops know about it?”Antonio shook his head. “Great, how did I forget? It was a planned murder. An accidental death,”“I suggest you not speak a word to anyone regarding him.”Margarita glared at him and felt disgusted. It was not the first she had seen someone getting killed; the killing ran in her veins. Did he even know who she was?She stayed away from everything she had been running for the last five years. “I am not saying anything. Just leave me at the clinic and never contact me again.”She requested. Antonio drove her to the clinic, and all she did was slap the tears from her eyes.Mateo was right about him; how in the world she thought everything c
“Margarita Costello,” when this name echoed in Samson’s ears after getting a zap of shock on his face, it reminded him of something.The name Costello was enough to pull the memory into his mind, but his over-drunken body couldn’t sustain it anymore; he fell on the couch and slept.When the sun sets, he opens his eyes and senses the environment is different. The air was clear to breathe, but the finger pad was still in contact with the finished bottle sleeping on the ground. His heavy eyelids scanned the room with no sign of another living being.He sat up, and the sudden movement in the body could not uphold by the head; in return, a sharp pain shot through the mind, making him grab his hair in reaction.“Magot,” he called.She came running towards him.“Yes, master,”“Lemon water,” he whispered and rested his dizzy head back on the couch.The click-clack sound of her sandals left him alone in the room again to remind him of his last glimpse before he passed out. His eyes looked at t
“Master, here is the lemon water.” Magot extended the glass.Samson drank the liquid in one go. “Where is Antonio?”“He went to the pub.”Samson handed the glass and sprinted towards the shower to get rid of his dizzy head. As the cold water slid through his hair over his skin, the thoughts returned about the only woman he took a risk to stay back in Italy. A smile sprinkled on his face, thinking about how different she looked with blond hair and how idiot he was; he couldn’t recognize her. But the same smile thinned when he thought about how he had treated her in the last seven days. He lied, played games with her, hurt her, and said shameful words. He came out and prepared himself in a black polo t-shirt and black pants.Keeping all those thoughts, he drove towards the pub and looked for Antonio.“Boss,” The bouncer opened the door for Samson.“Antonio,”“Inside,” he mentioned.Samson headed inside and saw Antonio talking to the manager.“Everything alright?”“I was just telling him
Margarita fluttered her heavy lashes when the cloudy morning implied its presence with the whimper breeze. She closed her eyes again to regain the system as she was holding herself in hibernating. The habit of getting up and preparing to reach the destination was no more of a hassle. She sat up and rested against the bed frame and wondered how she landed in a position where she was sleeping on the ground. But then she remembered she had puked last night with excessive liquor and stress.She pulled her hair back and looked up at the white ceiling just like a new cloudy morning; her life was blank, and it was her choice to fill the colors of sorrow or happiness.She stayed neutral and immune to any emotion. She headed towards the bathroom to get her senses active in top gear and finished her morning business. Once done, she came out in her bathrobe and headed toward her closet, pulling out comfortable PJs and a t-shirt, but looking at the weather, she snuggled into a black hoodie she to
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