Panic switches off her highest mind. Her hands automatically acted, and her foot pressed the gas at its loftiest. “Samson,” she looked at him.She pulled her scarf from her neck and pressed his wound.“Hold it tight.” She couldn’t be more thankful to her brother for this lifetime. She could never expect her old car would sustain this long. Just when she thanked her brother sincerely, a black truck approached next, sliding its window and pointing a gun toward her.The peer exchanged between them, and she could hear her heart thudding in her mouth. She tried to press the gas, but the traffic ahead on the highway didn’t give her the window to cross this one.“Samson,” she whispered in dread, and the next moment the man shot, pointing at her. But the bullet never reached her head. It bounced back from the tinted window itself.“Fuck, it’s bulletproof glass.” Her hands were shivering, and her eyes flickered, witnessing her death close enough. She could only read those frustrated lips abusi
Once Azra and the doctor left, she stood at the closing door, resting her head against it to quiet herself. She never expected this to happen. She was happy these last two days, and now she is afraid of everything heading her way. Someone knocked again when she was about to leave the thinking spot.Her senses heightened but relaxed at the exact moment when she saw Azra on the other side of the door. She opened the door immediately. “Did you forget something?”He hesitated for a second. “Can I request you something?”“Sure,”He stuffed his right hand into his jacket pocket and took out a leather holster. “Keep it. It’s for you.”“But..”“Please, I respect your choice and hope you do mine.”“We both know being a Costello comes with a price, and I want to ensure you are safe with the man lying inside.”She knew Samson was not a regular guy. The more she wanted to escape this crime world, the more it trapped her.She took it and glanced at the piece inside, and a smile sprinkled on her fa
Margarita went out to the nearest store in the chilly weather. The breeze was enough to warn her to finish whatever she had in mind, return home, and snuggle herself into a thick blanket. She could not use her car for the time being. She picked up some clothes and other necessary items and returned in time.Hastily she tried to get into her apartment before anyone saw her, but there Lorenzo caught her.“Hey, Margarita,”“How are you?”“I am good.” Margarita stood at the ajar door, not letting him take another peek at what was happening in her home.“You found someone?” Lorenzo wiggled his brows.“Someone?”“I saw you two last night.” It reminded her how Samson hid his face while kissing her neck.“Yeah, yeah,” she answered, trying her best to get rid of him.“Who is he?”She hesitated to answer, “A friend,”“A friend? Or a boyfriend?”“Both,” she bit her tongue, holding the paper bags.“Do you need help?”“Oh, no, no. I can handle this.” She was stuttering and regretted for not wearin
She came to the kitchen smiling, thinking about these random thoughts and situations bubbling between them. A sense of happiness throbbed to see him alive and talking. The fear of getting another death assigned to her name was gone.She prepared the breakfast and arranged the table for the two of them. She knocked on the door and peeked inside.“Mr. Ruffino... sorry, Samson, breakfast is ready.”He took time to get up and walked, holding his injury.She placed two hot pancakes, scrambled eggs, and a cup of hot coffee. “Are you comfortable here?” She questioned, sitting next to him. After such a long period, she had a reason to smile and enjoy her food with her not-so-favorite company. But she liked him. His strange way appealed to her; it never did.“I am, thank you.”“How are you feeling? I mean, after yesterday’s incident.”“Punished.” He replied with a thin smile.She arched a brow, “Punished? Why?”“I think one of their wives or sister was in love with me, and I broke their heart.
What hurts the most? The expectation or the words? Margarita hated herself for everything she had become.A girl who used to live every moment of her life was now striving for an unadorned moment to summon a smile, she had given up so much in her life just to penalize herself, and now when everything was gone, she felt pity for herself. There was an undefined misery inside her.How dare she think she could strive for a moment of happiness with the man who, not once but numerous times, wrecked her confidence?She saved his life; that could be a thing to pat herself on the back. But was that the valid reason, or did she do a favor to herself by rescuing the situation? Margarita sprinted downstairs to respire the pain. She was stifled by whatever was going on in her life.Even the chilly breeze of this chilly weather couldn’t stop the throbbing inside her. She couldn’t think of anything other than sinking somewhere to relieve the screams of misery. She slipped inside the covered vehicle
It’s been more than a week since Margarita glimpsed Samson. He disappeared into thin air as he has never been there in her life. Samson never called her after that night, and she had already lost hope that he would visit her. For the first few days, every knock on her door remanence her heart of thinking he had come, but as time passed, those anticipations withered away.Margarita couldn’t gather the courage to visit his farmhouse. He never liked her company, and sure as hell, he would think her presence invaded his privacy.But his last two visits couldn’t justify these firm thoughts. After those sessions, he acted strange, as if Margarita owed him some explanation. She always felt a strange connection with him. Could it be because he was her first patient? Or because she used to see herself in him; somewhere in her soul, watching him heal would give her hope.After juggling between these thoughts, she decided to stick with the first one for her sanity. Thankfully Mateo didn’t know a
“It’s Capo’s call.” Antonio croaked, knowing Samson had to clarify things.“He called me, and I had to tell him you were missing.” Only Samson knew Capo’s anticipations and the hysteria he wanted to witness in his enemy’s eyes.Antonio never underestimates the power of Capo’s words on Samson. He was the one who changed this innocent boy into a monster. And Samson never loves to hear anything against Capo. He dedicated his life to him as a disciple.“Hello, Rook,”“Hello, Capo,”“I heard you were missing.” He smirked as if he had never believed Antonio’s words.“Not missing, but late.” Samson cleared his throat.“That’s what I thought. How can my harbinger of death go missing without telling his master?” Capo commented.Samson lowered his peer in guilt. Capo’s words reminded him he should enjoy killing someone, but he was not.“Do I need to look for another man because we both know no one can become like my black dog?” Capo’s snarky voice summoning Samson’s suppressed demons. His eyes
Looking closely into the mirror, Margarita, clad in a teal gray gown, encapsulated her hourglass figure flawlessly. It’s been a month since she joined the hospital, and meeting Noah became a habit that peppered a smile on her face. She went out for the first time after his consistent endeavor. In his company, she always smiled ear to ear. He was witty, funny, and ready to help others. In her barren life, he came as her first friend whom she liked to spend time with. But sometimes, his more than friendly gesture reminded Margarita of someone. Someone she wanted to heal once, who never left that strange part of her heart she called the ground.It’s been a month since she saw Samson. He never called or messaged her. Every night thinking about him freshen up her wound, but as soon as she meets Noah, he unintentionally heals that broken part of her.She was healing, that’s what she feigned to be, but Samson never left her mind, though he threw her out of his life.Margarita traced her perf
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