Rodrigo's POV It was more than an insult for a subordinate of mine to hit my brother directly in the face. I was pretty sure it was not meant as an act of disrespect, but, of course, Fabio wouldn't see it that way. He was supposed to beat me up—that was the course of the battle now—but my man had stepped in to intervene and had done a lot more than just defend against him for me. "How dare you!" he asked slowly, clutching his cheek as he looked at the man with fire in his eyes. I stood up as fast as I could, feeling the pain going through my leg. The person did not even care to help me stand up, making me feel hostile towards him. The one thing on my mind now was to call him off and probably insult him. Well, while I was at it, I could probably try to make things right with Fabio. I had only a couple of seconds to decide. I could still turn the situation around if I wanted to, but it would take a lot out of me. A simple word of "sorry" was not enough to make Fabio
Rodrigo's POV "Let me pass," I instructed sternly without coming out of my car. "Do it now and fast, or you'll regret it." I was not with any of my men, which was true, but a standard gatekeeper would be easy for me to handle if he was indeed normal. I wasn't ready to be disrespected in such a way by such a lowlife. "You have to stay here," he said. "The master hasn't allowed you to leave yet." At that very moment, I decided to stop talking with him. He would not listen to my reason, so I had to force him to. Hoping I still had it to defeat an ordinary man, I stood up and opened the door, walking out slowly and calmly to avoid the pain in my leg. The fool stood there waiting. I knew he had a good idea of what I was about to do: a physical fight, organic and bloody, with both of our fists and without weapons. I was a little afraid of his confidence that he could defeat me. If he had managed to do that, I would never have been able to raise my head and look at my
Tanya's POV The both of us were husked away without any form of bind. This time, the man seemed to trust us for some reason, but I could not help but feel grateful. At least now, I could be a little more comfortable. Either way, I couldn't escape with him watching us, but if we put our hands together... I glanced at my grandfather, giving him a questioning look. If he were smart enough, he would get my point. He shook his head in response as we communicated silently. He didn't want the both of us to try to attack this man and take him down. But why? That would be a brilliant way of escaping, and it might even work. "I don't think there's anything to lose," I thought as I braced myself for what would happen. As long as my grandfather joined in the fray when it was time, then it would go well. Either way, the worst that could happen would be that he would tie us back up because I was pretty sure that he did not want us to be beaten up in any way. I threw a punch, a s
Tanya's POV "I don't know anything," I said immediately in a panic, although I had a feeling that it was a bit too late to start denying. "But you just told me that you know him," the man responded, looking at me as if I was making a mistake or was sick. "You are going to tell me everything you know when I ask you about it, or you will tell me everything you know when I force you to tell me. It's your choice." "Who the hell are you?" I asked. "I don't appreciate you using that language," he said. "You are in my care and territory, as you know." "F*** you," I cursed. I could feel the wind blowing towards my face. The next instant, I tensed up, expecting the slap to land on me, but at the last moment, it stopped. I looked up to see the man raising his hand. "Don't hurt her, not yet. I don't know whether she wants to be useful to me. That's a choice for her to make." Turning to me, he continued, "If you try that again—disrespecting me and disobeying the order I just gave
Tanya's POV The table was set, and we faced each other in silence. None of us had started eating yet, and the tension in the air was palpable. “Just say it,” he said to me, looking away. “Why did they get me here? How did they find me out?” I asked him. “I don’t know,” he replied simply. “Is it because of you?” I asked. “Are you dragging me into another one of your messes once more?” He was silent. I waited for him to deny it or at least give me some explanation, but when he didn’t say anything for the next couple of minutes, I guessed that I was correct. He was the cause of all this, and they would not have found me out if not for him. “So you admit it,” I said. He did not say anything either but looked at the food with disinterest. I decided to start eating mine before it went cold. The room was a bit dark, and that would only make it get cold faster. “They already know of our connection with each other,” he told me in a small voice. “You tried to deny it earlier
Tanya's POV I turned around to see a man with dark hair. I squinted for a while, trying to figure out who he was, before realising he was the same man. “What do you want, Dante?” I asked. “Well, I think I’ve just made it,” he said, giving me a strange expression. “And don’t ever call me Dante again. It was just an experiment, but I don’t like that name.” “What is your name then?” I asked. “Or rather, what would you like us to call you?” “That was a pseudonym,” he said. “I was taking on the name of my employer just to see whether you would recognise it at all. You don’t, so there’s no need to continue with the act.” “Really?” I asked. “You haven’t answered my question, though. What is your name? Your real name?” “Enzo,” he replied. “That’s my name, and you should call me that instead of Dante.” “We were still talking,” I said. “I wasn’t about to meet you yet, and you said you would give me time to decide.” “There’s no decision,” he said, stepping forward and waving
Tanya's POV "Please stop," I cried out, seeing that they were very serious about killing him if I didn't cooperate with them. Enzo raised his hand and looked at me. "Do you have anything to say to me?" he asked. "You know exactly how to make me stop. It's not with just one word." "Please," I said, "don't kill him." "Tell me what you know," he responded. "That's the only thing that can save him now. His life is in your hands." "I don't know anything," I responded. "He doesn't let me in on his secrets. Even if I have anything to tell you, it won't be something tangible you can use." "Is that what you thought to tell us when you came here?" he asked me. "Is that the one thought you had in mind? That should explain why you would tell us only something minor and leave the big details outside." "Please," I said, "I'm telling you the truth." "Well, I'm telling you my truth," he said. "You have to tell me everything, but since you are ready to cooperate, at least let's start
Rodrigo's POV The police were doing their best to help me find her; at least, that was what they told me. I was forced to leave their office without knowing what they were doing to see her. How could I be sure that they were putting in any effort at all when I couldn't be told exactly what they were doing? "Trust us on this," the lady said, escorting me out of the place. It was all I could do to stop myself from glaring at her when she said those words. I wasn't about to trust anybody on the matter concerning Tanya. She was the one person I loved, and just after I confessed my feelings to her, she was taken away from me. I entered my car without turning to look at the policewoman anymore. I did not need to make myself angrier by looking at her. If I did, I would only feel as if I had wasted a lot of my time—valuable time that could have been spent looking for her. "You'll find her. Don't worry," they told me. In my mind, I was probably trying to calm myself down as if it wer
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