RODRIGO’S POV The evening skies were littered with stars, and the night breeze was calm and relaxing, creating the perfect opportunity to sit outside and catch a breath. As I sat by the pool in the evening, the cool breeze playing with my hair, I held a glass of whiskey in my hand, the amber liquid swirling gently as I stirred the glass absentmindedly. The whole bottle rested on the floor beside my chair, a silent companion to my solitude. The pool water shimmered under the fading sunlight, its surface rippling with a hypnotic dance. It offered a brief distraction from the turmoil brewing within me. I was lost in my thoughts when Anthonio's quiet presence interrupted my solitude. He joined me by the poolside, his footsteps barely audible against the soft murmur of the evening. He informed me that he had gathered as much information as possible about Don. Anthonio spoke of Don's private and enigmatic nature, but I found it hard to focus on his words. Anthonio's concern wa
Tanya's povHe was lucky he gave me the card back. I had been prepared to take it all out on him if he decided to play stubbornly with it. My hands traced the outline of the thin card as I tapped on my messages. As I hoped, there was a message from the unknown account.'where?'Oh, she thought. I expected a call or something else, not an actual physical meeting. It was typical of him to want to stay hidden.Then it was a good thing I was going shopping tomorrow. That was the perfect excuse to get out of the house. I grinned slightly. This was my chance to end my deal with this stranger before someone got hurt. The last present he sent was a clock. I felt sure that the next one wouldn't be as tame. I placed the card on the bed and typed out my reply.'12 am, Royal Pavilion. Table 10'There was no reply to that. How could I be sure he agreed? But I also couldn't keep the chat open. Rodrigo might check my phone without my knowledge, and I'd die. I blocked the account and archived it ag
TANYA’S POVI looked up from the page and glanced around. To call or not to call, that was the question. I felt disoriented and pissed that he had only left a call number for me after all the trouble I went through to get here. I ticked the paper into my purse, making a mental note to call later when I was in the house. Then, a thought popped into my mind. Would that even be possible? Rodrigo probably had listening devices in every room of his house. I had already seen security cameras at strategic places, and they were so small I wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't searched for them. The lack of privacy pissed me off at first, but I understood why he needed them. He lived a dangerous life, so he had to keep constant watch. I only wished I wasn't dragged into his danger. It was because I him I was in this scenario. I guess I wouldn't be able to call at home then. I sat on one of the chairs and waved off the approached waiter. I punched in the digits and listened to the monotonous ri
RODRIGO’S POV"You were saying something about this Don guy the other day?" I said, glancing back as Antonio approached."Where to start from?" Antonio muttered. "Oh, you read through the backstory?"I nodded, pushing the pages away to another side of the table. While Tanya showed up, hell-bent on disturbing me with her unnecessary whining, I was busy reviewing the information gathered against my newest opponent.He sure wasn't one to keep clean and play safe. Five different states in South America wanted him, and there was not one report of his arrest. Interesting."I thought I was good at evading the law, but this guy's a pro," I said, thinking about what I read."It's said he dances around the police just for amusement," Antonio added. He stopped in front of me and leaned his hand against the mahogany table."The careless ones are the most annoying. They waste good men in their little games with the police."It wasn't like my family didn't have a few run-ins with the law officials,
TANYA’S POVI averted my eyes from Rodrigo's intimidating glare as he studied me. The sunlight through the open windows highlighted his features, adding to his commanding presence. Why did he care if I seemed upset? My earlier conviction that he had sinister intentions was wavering, but I couldn't afford to let my guard down."No, it's better if I don't pay too much attention to this," I thought. But then, my mind drifted to the men he fought off at the ice cream shop that day. There had to be some truth to his concern for me.I mentally chastised myself for pondering something so trivial when I had a much bigger secret to keep. Rodrigo asked for the truth, but revealing it would mean instant death. I wasn't ready for that; I'd rather run than stay here and face his wrath for betrayal.I considered that when I went to my room a few minutes after returning to the house. We still went to the mall to get a few things to make my outing appear convincing, even if the interest in shopping h
RODRIGO’S POVI can't even remember why I was sitting here eating dinner with her. The room was as silent as mine, so there was no point. I could feel the fear rolling off in waves from Tanya, sitting across from me. That alone was enough to make me lose interest in any conversation. She seemed to be holding herself with some fourth sense of composure, and I was afraid of what I would see if it snapped. The way she ran from me yesterday, the image haunted me throughout the night despite my best attempts to brush it off. It shouldn't bother me as much as it did, but I couldn't get over the look in her eyes when I shot Sandez. This must have been the first time she saw me kill anyone, another reminder of why she couldn't belong in my world. It was too dangerous, and I wouldn't be able to hide the monster in me from her. Wasn't it strange that I wanted to hide that part of me?"Rodrigo," she said, her voice nearly echoing in the silence that enveloped us. I paused my eating and looked
TANYA’S POV "Mistress, someone's outside waiting to see you," Maria said, standing before my open door. "Fabio," I whispered, looking up from what I was writing. I'd been drafting out questions that I would ask him as I subtly tried to lead him to reveal something important about Rodrigo. "I'll be down in an instant. Let him wait in the parlor," I said. Maria nodded and backed away from the doorway. My eyes skimmed through the words I had written. What are his hobbies? What was his routine like before we got married? What are the laws guiding leadership of the Mafia world? What is his backstory? They weren't hard for me to remember, but I just hoped I wouldn't freeze up when actually faced with speaking with Fabio. I couldn't. This was my life on the line, and this was my only chance to get my stranger something tangible. I felt like I needed more, but I couldn't think anymore. My mind was back to breakfast, where Rodrigo so shamelessly justified killing Sandez. He literally sai
TANYA’S POV I stood with my heart in my mouth, not even daring to breathe as Rodrigo turned and faced me. The look in his eyes was so cold I felt the temperature in the room drop a few hundred degrees. His lips were stretched in a thin line, hands clenched into fists by his side. He took a few steps closer to me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing for sure that he was going to hit me. All because I invited his brother over; he was going to beat me to a pulp or, if I was lucky, just put a bullet through my head. In my mind, I could see him reaching for his back pocket where he kept the gun, quick and extremely painful. I counted to 60, waiting for the impact, but nothing came. I dared to open my eyes just a crack and glanced around, but he wasn't in front of me or beside me. Had he left the room? I turned slowly to see him standing by the window, overlooking the back garden, his hands folded behind him, and he stood so stiffly. I should have left then, just run out of the r
Rodrigo POV I had to admit she was one of the strongest I had ever met. For some reason, she could keep up and pace with me, and that was also because she was pregnant. I felt happy knowing we had many more rounds like that to come in our lifetime. If that was the only compensation for the loss accumulated throughout the last couple of weeks, it was worth it. I got up from the bed, finally. After such a long time, I had been determined to leave her as soon as possible, but somehow, she had convinced me to stay. And stay I did, throughout the night, over to the following day, and even now. I didn't want to leave. Even though we didn't have sex throughout the entire night, the kisses and hugs we lovingly gave each other were enough to keep me excited all the way. She made a sleepy sound as I slipped away carefully, not wanting her to know I was going. Who knew how long I would stay back if she wanted me to? After all, I couldn't resist once, and most likely, I wouldn't be able t
Tanya's Pov By the time I met Dante, I found that he was making some phone calls. I had a sudden feeling that they were preemptory ones because he was planning something. I observed his expression for a moment, and upon seeing the grim expression on his face, I realised that he intended to leave. "Don't tell me..." I said once he was done with the call. He looked at me before managing a smile. "We are not safe anymore, not even me. I should have thought about it earlier. It's rather annoying that I had to figure it out from Rodrigo." I looked at him in surprise. I could vaguely remember Rodrigo telling me to tell him about this. Did that not mean he was not supposed to know about it yet, as I had not told him yet? "I asked him about where he was off to when I saw him acting all weird and uptight," he told me with a roll of his eyes. "Honestly, things don't always need a serious cryptic explanation." "Where is he now?" I asked, feeling like I was being left behind. I
Tanya's POV It took me a lot of serious searching to find him. Once or twice, I thought he was in the house and that Dante was bluffing. But after remembering the severe expression on his face, I decided to make sure that Rodrigo wasn't here before I went over to accuse Dante of lying. I found him eventually in a secluded room, staring into space despondently as if he were depressed by something. "Hey, Rodrigo," I said, my voice becoming very soft as I stepped in. Something told me he didn't want anybody to enter at this time; he wanted the moment of silence to himself. But I found myself intruding anyway. It had been so long since I had seen him, and I wanted to ensure he was well. He glanced my way, but suddenly, a light entered his eyes. He didn't look angry—wasn't angry like I thought he would be at my sudden appearance. Instead, he seemed happy. It made me smile, knowing that I still brought joy to him despite everything that had happened. The light in his eyes faded
Rodrigo's POV I didn’t protest anymore, deciding to hope for the best and let everything play out by itself. Tanya wouldn’t die; I knew it, and as long as she was alive, everything was fine despite everything I had lost and would lose. I had no other option than to let the driver take the car over to my mansion. I was shocked when he was granted access. It seemed that Tanya and Dante had modified the security system while I was gone. “It’s all well,” I thought to myself as I entered my room immediately after getting out of the car. I didn’t want to talk to anybody—though there was nobody for me to speak to in the first place. I needed some time to myself, time to meditate on everything that had happened so suddenly, and also some time to figure out what the next course of action should be. I was before my laptop, typing furiously as if my life depended on it because it probably did. I wouldn’t let the same situation repeat itself in my life more than once. But then again, it
Rodrigo's POV It took me quite a while before I realised that it was an ally standing in front of me. It wasn’t just any random person; it was Dante. “What are you doing here?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow. There was a good chance that he was here to help, but he could also have his motives. I wasn’t foolish enough to think that we were friends. We weren’t. “What does it look like I’m doing here?” he asked. “Saving you.” He went behind me, and with one swift motion, I felt the ropes on my hands slack. He had cut me loose. I looked at him again, realising that he wasn’t bluffing. It started to make sense now; he most likely had taken out all the men guarding me, one after the other, though they thought it was some accident. “Follow me,” he said. “I’ll get you out of here.” I didn’t want to accept his help, but I had no choice in the current situation. Since he had been able to manoeuvre his way through the many criminals with guns, there was a good chance he could do
Rodrigo's POV They were closing in on me. What's more, I knew it when I saw how everyone fighting around me kept an eye on me. I knew that it would be tough for me to escape. It didn't stop me from trying to free myself, though. Constantly, while they were fighting, I tried my best to loosen the ropes. I knew I would have a better chance of survival if I could utilise every skill at my disposal, and I couldn't do that if I were tied up. I was almost there; I could feel it already. All the ropes were nearly gone, and I was secure enough from the bullets flying across the place like rain. If I kept my cool and continued the process diligently, I would easily succeed in freeing myself. Then, I could either join the fight or escape entirely. Suddenly, I saw a man beside me, pointing a gun right at my head. "Don't move anymore," he said. "Do you think you can escape now?" I froze, realising that he wasn't bluffing; he would shoot me if I did anything funny. "Look here," I sta
Tanya's POV The leader I was to meet turned out to be Diego himself. Well, what did I expect? Seeing him, all the rage and frustration I felt as a result of how things had turned out came rushing back. After all the threats and everything, the man decided to kill me anyway. What, then, was the point of making me give him the flash disc? If he would fight to get me out of there, why didn't he do that from the start? I glared at him in annoyance as I opened my mouth to speak. From the look in his eyes, he already knew what kind of reaction to expect from me after what had happened. I only hoped he had a reasonable explanation awaiting. "Why?" I asked finally. It was only one word, but it carried the weight of all the emotions raging through me. I wanted to scream at him, to fight him—a couple of punches from me to him would release some of the anger and frustration. But somehow, I didn't move. "It's hard to explain and even harder to understand," he told me in a small voice. "But
Tanya's pov I couldn't understand why he would want me to hand it over to him if he had the power to threaten him. He made it seem as though he could keep him in check, but if he could, then why did I have to give him the document? Why couldn't he just break the both of us out of here so we could forget about the entire incident? All those questions were bubbling in my head, wanting desperately to burst out, but I kept them in. I knew when to speak and stay silent, and now was the typical time to remain silent. I couldn't precisely question him when he showed up out of nowhere to save my sorry ass. "Do we have a deal?" Diego asked him. From the amount of time he was spending to think about it alone, I knew that he had no intentions whatsoever to let me go out of here alive in the first place. The realisation made me even more glad of Dante's intervention, though I could not still understand many things about his actions and why he was doing them that way. Maybe it was not so
Tanya's POV The shooting started unexpectedly. I was still thinking when he finished counting down, and his men automatically started firing at us. The man named John took cover immediately, narrowly missing getting shot himself. His men took arms as well, and it was a free-for-all. I tried to find Rodrigo in the commotion. It was a perfect chance for me to escape with him and forget all that was happening. But suddenly, I felt a hand cover my mouth. I struggled, but to no avail. The person holding me was too strong for me to resist. Finally, when I stopped struggling, I felt his grip relax a little as he turned me to him. I already knew it was not Rodrigo before I saw his face, and when I didn't recognise him, I got my confirmation. He put a finger to his lips, indicating that I shouldn't scream. If I had known what was going to happen next, I would have because suddenly, he brought out some ropes and tied my hands behind me. I attempted to scream now, but it was too