“Hello, brother,” Margarita bit her nails. She was about to tell Mateo about her travel plan.“Margi, how are you?”“I am good. So I wanted to tell you something.” Mateo was busy arranging documents in his office when he received Margi’s call.“I am going on a trip.”“That’s great, with your friends?” Mateo coolly added, without gazing at the screen.“With Samson.” His hands dropped the documents, and he immediately picked up his phone.“What did you say?”“Samson,” she muttered under her breath.“The patient.” She bobbed. Mateo knew about Samson, as mentioned by Azra. But he had to pretend in front of Margarita.The way her eyes sparkled for this trip. It’s been a long time since he saw her excited about something.“Yes, are you angry at me?”Mateo smiled, looking at her sister, still scared to choose her happiness from her brother’s opinion.“What if I say no? Would you still go with him?” Margarita bit her lips, and the twinkle dimmed immediately. She shook her head and respected M
Rain, there was a time when these black, gloomy clouds used to prod Margarita, but something has changed. She was scanning this beautiful view, appreciating the sight, letting these watery alphabets make a new song in her heart. Samson played his playlist, the atmosphere changed completely.Margarita was enjoying silently, stealing a glance at his face, and asked herself what had changed in a few days. Samson’s eyes were stuck on the road, but his focus was all on her, knowing she was looking at him, knitting something unusual.It’s been an hour, and none of them utter a word. Is it necessary to speak when silence can talk? She quietly looked outside and let everything settle inside her, while Samson never realized when the meaning of the song he had heard a thousand times changed utterly.Long drive, rain, songs, and a beautiful partner were precious moments to preserve, and none of them uttered a word.“It’s beautiful,” Margarita muttered like she wanted him to hear but skipped it;
The vehicle comes to a rest in front of a small house. Margarita’s eyes devoured the beautiful sight. The roof had protected the house over the ages, and the diminished paint told the strength it would preserve for many a time. Was she expecting something grand? Something big? But why would an old lady need a lavish residence when she could have the warmth and hope between these magnificent walls? Indeed, her son could give her a ravishing, well-equipped home, but it would not have been his childhood remembrances. Samson stayed and took that beautiful sight into his mind; maybe he was comparing it with the last time he came here.“This is...” He whispered and glanced at Margarita.“Your home.” She concluded those words lingered in his throat.He smiled and looked along.“It’s beautiful.”Samson hopped out and ran towards the porch to knock at the door that never forgets his touch. Margarita saw the yearning, the melting of emotions dragged that little boy he hid for so long. It is tru
Margarita, elevated in offense, walked into the living only to get welcomed by Mummo and Laura’s eyes. Laura gifted her a scowl when she saw Samson following her. Something was bothering Laura, and Margarita could sense it. She must not like her arrival.“Did you meet Laura?” Mummo causally questioned Margarita, not knowing she was the same girl who pointed a knife at her just a moment back. Margarita smiled in return to dilute the gaze between Laura and her. Sometimes being a therapist helped her a lot to understand human behavior. If someone is afraid of something, they adapt to mask their fear by anger or acting defensively.“I will go freshen up.” She strolled towards the guest room, directed by Samson.“You can use mine,” Mummo commanded as placing the last chili for Chiles Rellenos, and Laura set the table holding Pumpkin Chorizo Soup.“Who is she?” Curious, Laura couldn’t handle Samson bringing another woman. Mummo took out her finest cutlery for this special guest, making Laur
Margarita came inside, adoring the warmth these four walls offered her. It feels like home after a long time. A home away from home, primarily because of Mummo and Laura.She remembered Laila, Kiara, and Tristy and how they fought each other.After Kiara’s death, Mateo never allowed Laila to come near Margarita. He was torturing her in his way, but she knew he loved her.Every day, she prayed for Mateo’s heart to melt for Laila and to realize he loved her.Samson followed her, mulling over the thoughts of Laura’s drastic change. How come here killing Margarita instinct changed into protecting her?“Sammy, grab some blankets. It’s going to get cold.” His mother called him, and he turned and passed his goodnights but didn’t want her to leave so soon when he could use this time to be with her.“Goodnight.” Margarita took the time window to go inside and settle on the bed. She looked blankly at the ceiling. She was in his home, the man who shook her to the core and challenged her like any
The morning showered through the window, slamming on closed eyelids and kissing Margarita’s face. Today she woke up with a smile on her face. The shift in the air she could breathe was gifted by none other than her firm beliefs, and Samson changed being.She got up and headed to finish her morning routine, while stealing a glance in the mirror. She smiled, remembering the accidental kiss.Is she falling for him?Questioning the reason for her blushed cheeks, she couldn’t stop thinking of him.Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a knock on her door.“Are you done?” Unlocking the bathroom door, she peeked out to see Laura settled on her bed, waiting for her.Isn’t it called an invasion of privacy? But she ignored her with a sense of knowing her more.“Just a few more minutes,” Margarita replied and got busy with her actions.“You took long enough,” Laura commented when Margarita came out in her bathrobe.“Well, good morning to you too.” Margarita had never met a girl like her,
It was said the feeling of love would make you a new person. The effort you put yourself out to heal and become a new being can only happen when you are heading toward falling in love. The faith to sustain this relationship builds again, and you feel precious once again.Margarita and Samson feel the same way. They kept themselves out in the challenging scenario and healed those broken and shattered pieces with each other’s presence. She has never been in love before and never wanted to fall in love with a man who belongs to the mafia world. But how long is she going to deny her fate? That gooey feeling when she saw her made her blush, but none of them confessed their heart, still figuring out if the feelings were real or were merely an attraction to getting along.Samson never felt this attraction, but he had strange appealed since he saw her five years back. She was the one who drove him crazy enough to go against Capo and stay in Milan for another night, and now she was showing the
The aircraft rode through the heavy clouds of New Mexico towards the thick air of Sicily. The ride was smooth, with a turbulent hint they were about to reach the devil’s den. The plane landed on the lit tarmac, kissing the earth with joyance bumpy ride. As the door opened, the breeze of the home touched Margarita. It’s been over five years of sensing the thick air of home. That air contains the fragrance of cheese, home-baked cake, and a hint of blood to raise the hell name of being a Costello.Samson grabbed their bags and followed out to get received by a special vehicle standing next to the aircraft to take them towards the VIP Logue for further formalities.“Miss Costello,” the attendant unfurled a warm welcome with flowers and extended her hand to help them verbatim to the right vehicle surrounded by the loaded guards.Once their bag arrived, they stepped out, and Samson’s jaw dropped watching an entire wing was closed to receive Margarita with hundreds of guards standing on the
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