We were born to love and nurture that feeling to help us stand firm in dark times and lead our way when everything seems lost. Margarita didn’t expect him to come and talk about Aslan and Capo; instead, she thought he would want to rejuvenate their bonds.She quietly followed Aslan, who was talking to other interns but still had his focus on this woman. The group of doctors visited the old age camp in the countryside. The seniors trained the juniors on handling things and what facilities they could provide in the center.When someone extended a coffee to her, Margarita was quietly sitting in the corner, thinking of Samson and his conversation. She thought this field trip would engage her in the momentum, but she needed to be corrected.“The weather is wonderful here. A walk outside would be refreshing,” Aslan interrupted.“Yeah,” Margarita whispered without looking outside the closed window. It was pelting. He smiled and shook his head.“I didn’t know you despised me so much,” she cre
Looking quickly in his direction, Margarita’s expression showed no worry about anything he said. He declared he wanted to kidnap her, and she didn’t look bothered. Instead, she turned to look for a bottle of water and opened a protein bar to settle her rumbling belly, craving for food.“You didn’t seem alarmed,” he jeered, glancing at her countenance.“Why would I?”“Why not?”“What would you get by kidnapping me? You have money, power, running a cartel, bossing around on poor interns.”“Ouch, am I bossing you around? I was just performing my duties.”“Yes, you scolded two of the new interns.”“Because they were flirting with patients, and I don’t like to mix professional and personal life,”“So you are saying The Aslan Ivankov, heir to the Spanish Cartel, didn’t like his intern to flirt with their patient while he himself lost in his first patient’s dream,” she chuckled."Now you are making fun of my secret, Miss Costello," He scrunched up his nose.“I am not. I just stated the facts
The mansion that carries hundreds of memories now displays colors of love welcoming another generation. Decker and Adele held their hands together, watching their home, and the kids felt overwhelmed.“It’s beautiful, the world we have created,” he whispered.“Yes, I never thought we would return here.” She replied, watching the cars arriving in the driveway.“I am praying for protection for my kids.” She muttered in a low breath.“They are Costello’s. Nothing will happen to them,” Decker assured, but Adele’s eyes filled with tears.“If Ethan was alive…” she couldn’t utter the words further and subdued her wails when she heard a knock at her door.“This must be Margi. I should…” Adele got away from Decker when he held her hand and kissed her head.“I know I failed to protect my son, but I promise I will not let anything happen to Mateo, Margi, and Evan. If I find the man who dared to….”“I will kill him,” Decker swallowed hard, mention about Dominic. He still felt the same fire against
“Hey there,” Aslan crooned, leaning close to her.“Hi,”“How are you?” Margi conversed, stepping farther from him. He followed her, engaging her in the conversation.“I am good.”“And it is disrespectful when someone is talking to you, and you are showing your back,” Aslan crossed his hands over his chest and raised a brow. His fingers drummed on his forearms like he questioned her attitude after talking to Samson.She halted and took a long breath. She couldn’t let Samson and her conversation have any more influence between them. In this way, she was given authority to another man, and she couldn’t afford to be controlled by any of them. She turned and faced him.“I am sorry,” she whispered, rolling the ring on her index.“I thought we had passed through this sorry and forgive me thing. But it seems like you still had effects on conversing with another person who might have a problem with me,” he replied, pressing the hands together, covering his mouth with the same stern expression.
“I hate you,” the words echoed. Samson dashed Margarita against the wall to unleash the dominance he felt for her, clasping her jaw, but his focus turned to the door. Someone has caught them.Samson’s shoulder drooped, watching a familiar pair of eyes judge him. His grip loosened from her jaw and dropped immediately, stepping back.The sting on his cheek never bothered him, but the judgment emitting from those eyes was enough to assign himself a leash.“Are you ok, Margarita?” A gentle touch sensed on Margarita’s shoulder crashed her budging blue gaze from Samson’s face. She slid back from her place and looked at Sarah with the same glossy gaze.No words would want to come out from her trembled lips. Just the shattered feelings from this man were enough to tell Sarah the entire story between them. Even a no-brainer would understand what he wanted from her, and now that Sarah had known him enough, she had never read that eagerness in his eyes before.She cupped Margarita’s shoulder and
“Daddy, you scared the hell out of me,” Sarah jumped, clasping her chest.She switched on the light and saw an older adult smiling through his pain.“What happened, daddy?” She sped in his direction and kneeled in front of him.“Nothing, my baby. Just came to see my daughter.” He caressed her cheeks and pecked her head.“Seriously, daddy, what is going on?” One after another, Sarah was inundated by unexpected news. Samson loves Margarita, and so does Aslan. And now, why does it feel like her dad was about to ask her more?“I am tired, Sarah,” Capo was talking about his physical tiredness, but this life had drained him emotionally and mentally. Meeting Decker reminded him of his old days.(FLASHBACK) (Forty years back)In the small town of Michoacán, Mexico, Vasco Ivankov and Gonzalo Ruffino, two friends, escaped building something of their own. The family was burned, and no one was left behind to care for. While the world was roasting out there, these two had their back for each other
A cold barrel grazed against the cervical curve, alerting him of someone’s presence behind him. His hands turned into tight fists, ready to launch a punch at the owner of this courageous act, but the illusion in the window mirror says it all.“Did you check the safety lock? It would be best to unlock it before you pull the trigger.” Ramona pulled the gun and checked the lock in curiosity. Aslan spun and pointed his gun at her navel, pulling her hair back and craning her face to see him.“Should I waste my bullet in your filthy gut?” He yelped at her daring, followed by a clenched jaw. Ramona dropped the gun and circled his wrist in haste, trailing down the barrel from her navel to the south.“What do you think about this one?” she gambled again, leaning, licking his lips seductively. With a single pull, she opened the knot of her dress over her left shoulder, and it shredded down, circling her feet. Aslan didn’t break his gaze from her face, observing her new ventures. The gun is stil
We all play unique characters in different stories. We could be a hero for some and evil for others. Capo was trying to fix his past, holding onto his son and sacrificing the one he never wanted. He loved Samson because it’s about the legacy he wanted to sign to Aslan. Aslan had other plans, including becoming the heir to the Spanish Cartel, but they didn’t include his father. He hated him from his core and never confronted his doubts.As planned, Capo and Ramona drove toward Master’s home.The car friction against the gravel came to a halt.“Keep your mouth shut.” When the driver came out to open the door for Capo, he turned towards Ramona and commanded her. She lowered her peer, like an innocent lamb, willing to listen to whatever her Master ordered her.His walking cane pressed against the pebble, and he fixed his posture against it. His guard ceased at the door because Master didn’t like the crowd. With limping leg, he walked towards the patio where Elijah and Master enjoyed their
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