“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
Samson came back for the entire night he was awake, thinking about her. When the morning arrived, he was still looking blankly towards the plain, contemplating the thoughts of approaching Margarita. He scanned the time and saw Antonio come back from the pub.“I am going to sleep.” He waved his hand.Samson thought Margarita would come, but he was wrong. “What are you waiting for?”“Nothing.” Samson half smiled.“She will not come. You have given her seven days, and it was over yesterday.” Antonio walked inside and slept.Samson drove towards her clinic and waited outside as he was hesitant to go inside and face her. What if she denies meeting him? What if she doesn’t listen to him?Waited for an hour, and he finally walked to the clinic.“Hello,”“How can I help you, sir?”“I am here to meet Doctor Margarita,”Kayla gave him a blank look. “She doesn’t work here.”“What do you mean?”“She quit her job yesterday.” Samson bit his tongue.Did he hurt her much before she quit her job?“Is
The silent strokes of gushing air against her skin gave her a glimmer of a memory lane. How much she loved to enjoy the rain with her family. And when it thunders, she snuggles in her daddy’s arm. A lamentable smile summoned on her lips, but the eyes never lied the ache she felt.“Do you think rain makes everyone sad?”Samson looked out. He had never had any passionate connection like her. Or maybe he was so busy never conceded these droplets of water could carry thousands of memories.“Why would you say that?”“Not sure, but it looks gloomy. These clouds, storm thunder,” she explained.“It is about perception. Miss. Costello,”Observing her name from his mouth brought her focus to him. She never thought he would call her by her last name. Her silent eyes didn’t know what more to expect from the person sitting next to her sharing the same couch. He was the one who gave her the hope of redemption, and he was the same one who took it away just like this storm; Her inside was cringing in
That was not the first time she had coffee by the window, looking out at the greenery her society authority had planted. But today was something different. She could feel the warm gaze of Samson resting on her face, scanning the skin he had never done before.“Have you thought about it?” She was still under the influence of medication and didn’t want to start the conversation. For a long time, her mornings were mainly silent and mostly filled with the churning leftover thoughts from the last nights.With a minimum of no words, she wanted to feel this morning with another being with her.“About?” She didn’t even bother to look at him. Maybe she didn’t want to get addicted to him to stay and spend time like this where he tried to talk, and she listened to him.“About our sessions.” But the reality was not as beautiful and silent as the relaxing morning. She finally shifted her gaze and locked with his to answer the unanswered questions of their surplus conversation from the last night.
The evening sun glistered across the cloudy sky, and she saw someone calling her Jellybean. It was homely. It discerns that someone is calling from her home. She turned, and the man stood on his feet, covered with a big teddy bear and a bouquet. Her eyes flickered with happiness, and the next note was filled with joyful tears when he showed his face.That beautifully sculpted face and those mocha brown eyes smiling at her.“Brother,” she jumped in his arms like a seven-year-old girl.He outstretched his arms wide, caught her frame, and gave her the warmest hug she had missed for the past few months. More than expected, she snuggled herself into his warmth. He was her home, her safe place, and never in this world would she feel secure other than in his. The blissful breeze after the storm brought happiness into her life. Her tears turn into mute, happy sobs. He lifted her head and pecked a kiss to let her know he was there whenever she needed him. “Why are you crying?”She sobbed and w
Margarita prepared herself in a black dress and changed her uncomplicated makeup into smokey eyes, emphasizing her mercury orbs.“You have the same eyes as mum,” Mateo pinched the bridge of her nose. He prepared himself with a white blazer and a silver Rolex in his hand, perfectly slicked hair, and a killer smile. They stepped down the stairs as he signaled his man to bring the car for them.“Thank you, and you look good.” She complimented, in minimum words. He turned and cupped her shoulder.“Margi, it’s okay to admit your brother is the most handsome man,”“It’s okay to tell him you are the best brother and the most handsome man.” He teased. She rolled her eyes, “Touche,”She chuckled and pulled his arm into her. “You know how self-obsessed you look when you talk like this. Besides, you could be the best man after.”He looked at her, annoyed, “I know, don’t say the name.”She showed her bunny teeth and whispered, “My dad, Decker Costello.”He tickled her, “I know, and you don’t need
After facing persistent denials from Margarita, Samson headed out to his pub. He needed to analyze the accounts and other stuff and thought it was a reasonable way to engage his mind away from her. He was figuring out about fixing things between Margarita and him for the entire ride. What went wrong that made her so mad at him? But little did he realize it was he who knew her and recognized her face, but that night she was drunk enough not to remember his features at all. It was a faded memory he remembers, and how could he expect her to know the details?She would not trust him when all she saw was a chaotic person, a monster in him. Should he give up? No, he should make more effort to get her back, or yes, there was no way he was ready to handle another woman in his life, but he felt himself when she was with him.It was a challenging determination to find his way out. For now, he let go of her and resisted the urge to get her back into his life. He called Antonio, who returned to t
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