SAMSON: I am coming back to the hotel.Unknown: No, sir. There are cops everywhere.SAMSON: I want you to check the sixth floor.The man who answered his call was none other than the floor manager; he helped Samson and others to get into Raul’s room.Samson dictated him to check on the sixth-floor room no. 6032, he went up.Unknown: It’s locked.SAMSON: Open the door and check she is still sleeping there.He followed the instructions and quietly checked on her.She was sleeping like a baby.SAMSON: Make sure all the curtains dropped, and nobody would disturb her.But the manager argued, saying this room was allotted to someone else anytime they would come.SAMSON: I will repeat myself.His voice was enough to send chills down his spine.He let her sleep and left the room as it was, making sure no one disturbed her.Samson hung up the phone, looking out. He had a few hours left. He came to finish the work and did it with no hardship. Just one thing settled in his soul. How long?He stu
Margarita found herself standing in front of the building full of black SUVs, and something told her she was in big trouble.She immediately fixed her dress and hair and walked toward the elevator, greeted by the gigantic men.“Ciao signora come stai,” (Hello Mam, how are you?)She exhaled a low breath, rubbing her temples, knowing what was waiting upstairs would make her feel like she would stand in the courtroom.“È di sopra?” (Is he upstairs)The men hummed, pressing the elevator button to the dedicated floor, defying the gravity.Her heart thudded against the rib cage. It was over fifteen hours since her phone had been off the radar. It’s not like her family kept bugging her all the time, but the last thing that happened was she hung up the phone, and something happened back in the hotel she didn’t know about alerting her family. She was found in an unknown room, and her friends were not there. Something was not right.Her train of thoughts broke when the ding sound of the elevato
Mateo Costello represents the heritage and another perilous name in Italy. The one thing his dad gifted him with was the legacy of his name carried by their forefathers. Just like a regular family wished to make their children a reputed personality, Costello’s were different about that. The king ruled this city for two decades, and now it was time for his son to take over and expand his territories. Apart from everything, he carried a heart of a brother and a loving son, which was his father’s genes.The way his dad loved his mom, anyone could tell she was his strength and biggest weakness. But when it comes to women, he differed from his father. He was still figuring out what he wanted from his woman, and was he able to find one just like his mother?Like Decker Costello, his father was known as the devil of his era. Mateo became the lucifer of this epoch.He was heartless, a ruthless sovereign. He had a few enemies that easily desiccated in their traps. Now, when he wanted to expand
Standing on the apartment’s patio, Mateo looked down at the shattered glasses of his car.It was a cheap price for the danger he pulled out with his sister. He deserved that.Knowing he kept his sister in trouble and a close encounter taught him someone in the city who killed Raul must know Margarita’s and his presence.Whoever it was, he wanted to declare a war between these gangs, and Mateo’s presence would seal the deal for the Russians to think he was the one who pulled this accomplishment.But he was not scared of Russians; he was eager to know who played the role of the hyena to create a misunderstanding between these two.If he wanted a bloodbath, he would not be playing these silly games. He will declare the war up front.He was calculating the people who worked behind the scenes, thinking it could be Dutch or someone else.His phone chimed in his pocket, breaking the trance of thoughts.DAD,The name itself sent a shiver to this lion. This old man still had power over his bei
Three drove to the farmhouse, where Decker and Adele were waiting for their princess. Margarita stepped out of the car, walked inside, and smiled, looking at her dad with open arms. She dropped her bag and jumped into Decker’s arms. “Daddy,” “Happy birthday, baby,” he lifted her from the ground, and her feet wrapped around his waist like a baby. Anyone could read how happy she made Decker; sometimes, other family members envied Decker loved her the most among his children. After all, she was the only girl among three brothers. He placed her down and pecked her head. “How are you, my baby?,” “I am good, daddy. Where is my birthday gift?” “We would love to present you, but before that...” he pointed towards Adele. Adele hugged Margarita and wished her. “How was your party? Did you come on time last night?” Margarita rolled her eyes; why is everything good with daddy and difficult with mom? “Mom...” Adele gave her an intense look. “She did, mom. I made sure of that.” Mateo s
“God bless my son and my daughter-in-law,” the woman in her late sixties busted into tears. Kiara and Tristy were sitting in the chair, listening to the last eulogy presented by Raul’s mom. Kiara couldn’t control her sobs. The pain of betrayal with the misery of losing Raul sunken into her heart. Tristy, being her close friend, continues to console her. “All this time, he said he loved me.” “I was the only one.” She croaked, wiping her teary eyes. “He lied to me, and now he is dead. To whom am I going to complain?” “I want him back, Tristy. I want him back.” Tristy went to get some water for Kiara. While Kiara was crying, a man approached her, extending a handkerchief toward her. “I am sorry to hear that.” “Why would you want him back? After all, he cheated on you?” Kiara looked up with a blank expression. “Who are you? And how dare you talk to me like this?” She stood and took a few steps away from him. “It’s all about love, isn’t it?” She stopped. “You loved him. He lie
Standing in front of an oval mirror, Margarita looked at herself in an elegant, knee-length turquoise dress.The classy piece was gifted by none other than her mom, Adele Costello.“You look perfect,” Adele winked, pecking her daughter’s head.Being a princess of her house, she knew she could talk about anything with her dad, but when talking about a man in her life, she knew her mom would be the best person to talk to.“Mom,” she creased her dress, looking at her mother, who was busy curling her hair.“What?”“What did you see in dad that made you fall in love with him?”Adele smiled, thinking, is it even possible for her to answer this question? They had their history of trials. How he made her fall in love with him, knowing he was a killer and the only reason for her misery.“I would say above everything he called me his redemption. He was the devil, ready to burn this world, but never allowed a single flame to touch me. The way he loved me, nobody ever did and could do it.” Talkin
Someone stood on the terrace, watching Margarita leaving the farmhouse. Sipping the champagne from her glass, she took out her phone and dialed a number.“Hello, Dom,”“She left.”“Why did you call me? I told you to message me, you mindless woman.”She gulped the clot. Appreciation is what a human always craves. Especially from the person you think is vital in your life.Fear of losing the person creates an illusion; if you fulfill all his desires, he will never leave you.And that is where you are wrong. The thought of breaking the heart will cripple all the senses, and you will never know when you drowned under the sins of those illusions.“I am sorry.” She muttered.“Keep him engaged.”“But...”“Just do as I say. Offer yourself to Mateo. Isn’t that what he wanted from you?” He hung up the phone.Looking at her illusion in the window mirror, Laila Rossi felt low on herself. She never wanted to hurt her friend, Margarita. But getting attention from the man she thought would be able 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