~DECKER~ When the sorrow comes, time stops. It felt like it would never move. The same thing I tasted when I saw Enzo and Amber enjoying their moments with each other. I was breaking it day by day. I didn’t know why I allowed Amber to use me, maybe because I thought she would see my dedication towards her one day. But I was wrong; she used me for everything. The day came when I heard Enzo talking to his friend about Amber. I was right; he was never serious about her. He used her for his pleasure. For a moment, I felt happy for her to accept me, but the very next moment, I felt terrible for her. I knew she loved him, and he was using her. My angel said to confront my brother and make him realize he was not doing a good thing by her, but my devil said, let there be a dispute between them; she should suffer; she used you for her benefit. Being a big brother, I thought about fixing things, even though this fire would burn me. “Enzo, how could you do this to Amber? She loves you.” He
It’s been a long time since Amber’s birthday party. Decker used to stay out most of the time; he never liked to spend his night in the mansion, where he could encounter Amber and Enzo. But the day came when his good spirit gave up when he saw Amber’s face filled with red marks. She was alone, crying in the garden. “What happened?” “Nothing.” she tried to avoid his question. “There is nothing for you here,” she snapped. He left the place going rogue. He didn’t know how to control all this situation, “Senor,” “We are going to take back the place.” Another business matter was going on where the Russian tried to enter his territory. With Amber in his mind, he lost control. The matter could be solved with communication, but his anger flowed when he started shooting his enemy and created the blood bath. After killing his enemies, he was not satisfied. “Senor, you didn’t need to kill them,” “Don’t teach me how to do this fucking business, Vincent,” he snapped. Vincent sat next to him,
The next day, Adele woke up with a strained body. She strolled towards the bathroom. The hot water slipped down her muscles, making her feel relaxed physically, but her mind never felt strangled like this. For these last five years, she has worked hard to train herself as one of the finest officers. She didn’t know they assigned her to a task where she had to deal with a mafia king, who was her sister’s killer. As time passed, her senior revealed why they hired her on this mission. Her looks and appearance matched her dead sister and the only weakness of Decker Costello. “Sir, I am excited about my first case,” she said. “Detective Adele, I know how important this case will be for you and your career.” She stood in front of him with expected eyes. “But you should know why we assign you on this mission. We know Decker Costello as the uncrowned king of the underworld. He assassinated his father’s killer, who was the ex- mafia. You can get all the details in this file.” He exten
Sitting in front of Elijah’s parents, Adele and Elijah were enjoying dinner. “So, how’s work?” Elijah’s dad, Sam, questioned. “Well, Adele caught a criminal mastermind.” Elijah smiled, sipping his wine. “Is it?” Sam smiled, raising his toast. “Stop talking about work; She is a smart girl, and my son is lucky to have a life partner like her.” Elijah’s mom, Miranda said. “Thank you.” Adele gifted a thin smile. Everything looked perfect; she was a successful woman in every aspect of her life. But what was bothering her, “Oh, I need to bring the desert. Adele, dear, could you please help me?” Miranda smiled. Adele followed her into the kitchen, Miranda turned and grabbed Adele’s hand gently, “Is there something bothering you, Adele?” Her motherly eyes scanned Adele. Adele pressed her lips together; how could she tell what was going on in her mind? There was a battle between her mind and heart; Why does it feel so wrong to choose what was right? And why does it soothe her soul whe
“I want you to die,” she whispered. “And I want you to be my death,” he smirked. She released a sharp breath before trailing her eyes on his lips. “Bye, Mr. Decker Costello. I wish you death.” The guards opened the door, and there she left him alone in his room. “I need your help.” She called someone. “I am about to kill him,” Adele smirked. “And you need to be ready to help me.” She hung up the call and straightly went to Sam’s office. “Adele, what are you doing here?” “Can I call you dad?” Sam was surprised to see Adele’s behavior; she never called him dad. “Sure, you are going to be my daughter-in-law.” He smiled and patted her back, pulling the chair for her. “So, being my dad, can I ask you something?” He settled across the charcoal table, fidgeting with his fingers in front of his mouth, scanning Adele’s face. Hmmm, “It’s my wish to kill Decker. I want to give him a painful death.” Sam’s brow arched as his lips twirled up. “Wounded lioness, huh?” “Yes, he kille
Sitting in front of the doctor, Adele couldn’t forget the last word said by Decker. The doctor blotched the light on her cornea. Check left and right. Her pupils soaked the rays, but her breath didn’t hitch. “Breath in.” “Breathe out.” The doctor tried to wipe the blood drops from her face to check if it hurt anywhere around her. “No, don’t wipe the blood,” she reacted insanely. “Is she fine?” Elijah walked with a limping leg, “She is… she is in shock....,” the doctor replied, checking Adele’s blood pressure. “Adele,” Elijah called her name. Her subconscious mind reacted to her name as she shot her peer towards Elijah. “Are you ok?” He hugged her numb body immediately. “Are you hurt?” “I... I want to go home...” she whispered. Elijah read her urgency, “Ok, I will drive you,” He settled in front of the wheels and informed his senior about Adele’s condition. After some time, as the glimpses of Decker’s soul leaving his body crossed Adele’s mind, a lone tear fell from her pale f
“Is she at home?” Sam questioned the assigned officers at Adele’s house.“Yes, sir. After she left the hospital, we followed her here. We can see her apartment lights went off and on sometimes,” one of them answered.“Monitor her. She is smart, and I am sure she will do something.” Sam instructed.“Yes, sir.”“What else did you find from the hospital?”“Nothing special. The doctor said she had some hormonal problems; she was hallucinating.”“Fine, dig deep. I have a doubt she is up to something.”Sam hung up the phone. Sighed, fidgeting with his fingers, he was thinking about something.“Dad, how can you... what makes you think she would help Decker?”“Just shut your fucking mouth, Elijah.”“I felt Decker is alive, and your fiance was trying to protect him.” Sam snarled.Elijah jerked his body away from the chair, rested his elbows on the charcoal-colored table, and furrowed his brows.“She shot him in front of me.”“Now that’s where you are wrong, boy. Your bitch is smarter than you.
FLASHBACKIn the conference room, Sam, Elijah, and his FBI head Aslanwas sitting trying to figure out the coded words said by Adele to Decker in her last meeting.Sam slammed his hand on the table,“I am telling you, Aslan, this bitch....” he greeted his teeth.Aslan is trying to compose himself in front of Sam.“You are right, but we don’t have any proof against her.” he furrowed his brows. Sam shattered the glass on the wall,“But why are we not able to catch her? Is she too smart? No, I am sure every illegal used to leave something.”Sam, rubbing his beard with his index and thumb. He furrowed his brows.“If she saved him, then she must have planned it earlier. Her location.. resources...”“And now she is in front of our eyes trying to make it look normal, but she is still in touch with him.”Sam, talking to himself, sprinted here and there.“She shot him; it was real. But she needs to save him...”“What would you do.... how she was getting updates?,”“Fuck,”He slammed the table a
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