Ana’s POV. The door to the room was wide open? Like a thief ran into it and it made me shiver in fear. My hands raised half way in shock while my mouth was left wide open. I couldn’t believe it was the same person and now he’s in the USA. “Where is she?!“ He exclaimed as he turned down to the other corner of the room like he had no clue I was lying right in front of him. I had my brows furrowed and my head bent halfway. I was astonished when I saw him. my elder brother; Nikolei. “My baby sister,” He expressed regret and I could see the wrinkles down the sides of his mouth as he walked quickly and gave me a hug.“Sister, I hope you’re safe?” He asked, his eyes rolling over my face and his hands rubbing through my shoulders while his mouth was still half way opened. His expression showcased fear and at the same time, accomplishment. “Brother, I didn’t know you’d come,” I replied, as I hugged back and watched the maiden who was attending to me right then, as she bent with her hands b
Ana's POV.It’s been two days since Nikolei's visit, and I was finally starting to feel like myself again. I was seated on the couch, scrolling through my phone, when it suddenly rang. I smiled as I saw Isabel's name flashing on the screen."Hey, girl!" Isabel said as I answered the call."I'm so glad I called you. I was just passing by and I have some amazing vegetables that I just can't wait to cook. But I need your help!"I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. "What do you need my help with, Isabel?""Well, Massimo's being a bit of a handful in the kitchen, and I need someone to help me tame him," Isabel said with a laugh. "Plus, I could use an extra pair of hands. It'll be fun, I promise!"I hesitated for a moment, but Isabel's enthusiasm was intriguing. "Okay, fine. But just for a little while, and don't expect me to do all the work."Isabel squealed in delight. "Yay! I'll be right there. Oh, and Ana?" "Yeah?""Don't try to sneak away. I'll come find you," Isabel warned, and I could a
Massimo’s POV. “…What the hell do you mean by that?” I asked, holding the phone steady on my ear. “Boss, I’m trying to tell you that everything happening now hasn’t been following our plan. I’m trying the best I can to convince the driver to be here as fast as he could. I wouldn’t be here till now, please give me some more time.” He pleaded. “Marcello, I’ll try to call you in less than an hour, you’ll have to wait and let me have some time with my right hand man. Rome would be here in less than…” the door opened and Romeo entered, I was shocked because he came in so fast and I didn’t detect he would be the one standing as he did. I exhaled and calmed my nerves and continued with the call right away. “…okay Marcell, I’ll call you back, he’s already here, make sure you guys get the package across the border and try to get in touch with me from time to time.” I hung up and turned to Rome as he walked up to me while I whispered. “I think there’s going to be a glitch somewhere.” Rome
Massimo’s POV. “Hello, Massimo…” I heard a voice finally after a while and I quickly recognized it. It was the voice of one of our arc rivals, characterized by his deepened and cracky bass voice. I exhaled and held the phone still, before turning to Rome and then to the prisoner who smiled at me from the ground. “Viktor, we meet again in yet another funny encounter, isn’t it?” He chuckled. “I don’t think it’s always the right context to use, you aren’t supposed to call such an encounter, ‘funny,’ it should be more intriguing, maybe ‘Divine,’ How’s your dear wife, Ana? Has she taken a warm bath already?” He asked. “Ana? I think she’s having one of the finest meals right now, and one more thing, she sends her regards too,” I replied in a sneer while he sighed. “Hmm, I don’t think you’re going to like the news I’ll be breaking now, the corpses of your men are so much here and trust me, you’ll see them, I’ve got your handle and I’ll have them forwarded to you right away. And as for M
Ana’s POV.“Dad, don’t bother yourself, I’ll be alright,” I sounded so childish on the phone as I spoke to my dad that morning. He felt so bothered and decided to speak to me immediately I woke up from sleep. “Daughter, you’ll have to be very careful, i'm quite aware the marriage has an essence, but at the same time, you’ll have to make it look as real as possible. The alliance shouldn’t be what it’s going to be centered on and as you know, the contract should span for at least a year before you can think of filing a divorce against him, maybe you could even grow to love him…”“Dad, that’s not happening, he isn’t the kind of person I’ll end up loving, Dad you’ve got to see the way he parades himself like a god in this premises, honestly I don’t like him that much, I’m not saying I hate him though, the love isn’t there, we’ll just have to act and play our roles as we’ve already agreed.” “Listen to me little princess, you’ve got to understand that I’m always watching after you, you’re
Massimo’s POV. I never thought He’ll be that fast. It happened like a dream to me and I felt maybe he would demand a ransom for Marcello but he didn’t.I grew so cold, staring at the phone and watching my man being butchered part by part like a meat to be sold in the market. Nothing broke me more than acknowledging the fact that he sent it to my sister first, maybe he knew it would break her so much because she was closer to Marcello than any of the men around here. I collected the phone from her and stared directly at Viktor. I observed my hands were shaking, slightly though, while I stared. Ana at this time held Isa while she cried bitterly. I breathed heavily and smiled at him. “You actually meant it, Viktor,” I said. From the phone Viktor held a knife and flapped it on the table beside him and sat. “Well, well, well. You think it’s all a joke right?! I told you I was going to deliver a present to you in a couple of hours and…” “Viktor, you didn’t specify the time when we talk
Massimo’s POV. I was so elated after such an encounter. It’s been a while since I had such pleasurable sex. I held her on me while she laid on my chest and picked the hairs there. She looked so relaxed and I hoped she was now settled with the uncommon hatred she had for me right from the very day I stepped foot in Russia. “Massimo,” She called and turned to me. Her eyes were so beautiful and I could feel the connection between us right away. It wasn’t the old me, I felt so relaxed and changed. “Yes,” I replied, smiling back. “Don’t you think maybe we should hang out together?” “What? Hang out? Ana, you just got rescued from the hands of some deadly kidnappers and I wouldn't want you to be taken again, maybe they could be planning something more dangerous.” I replied, my voice strong and affirmative. I was so surprised she actually talked about something like that. She would be in danger and maybe Viktor may have her butchered, just like he just did to Marcello. “Come on, you’re
Masimo’s POV“Come on Rome, we’re already late, you know the governor doesn’t like us to keep him waiting,” I carried the bag containing my documents as I called on Romeo who still had a lump of meat in his mouth. Vanessa prepared the chicken source for me and right then, walked up to me. Her eyes were glued to mine, her both hands folded while tilting her head, slightly. “Massimo, you said you were going to speak to Isabel about the new phone, and yet you haven’t even done anything about it.” She gazed at me intently, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Come on Vanessa, you and I know Isabel is capable of giving herself a better phone and in a hundred-fold, why would she keep on depending on me for this? I told her the other day that I’ll get back to her, but I came home late, I forgot about it, and you know, Marcello’s death hit me so hard.” My eyes flashed with defensiveness. I crossed my arms and stared back as she lashed at me. “Brother, she’s just 20 years old and you know it, you
Ana’s POV. I was trying to catch a glimpse of what he was actually trying to do as he raised my legs up. I tried as much as possible to bear the pain from the doggy sex as he lashed so hard.“Come on, what’s happening? You’re not even moaning at all, this ain’t the real you, Ana, something’s wrong somewhere.” “Massimo, you’re the one on me and just take a look at the way you raised my legs. I’m so uncomfortable and from the way I see it, I don’t think you’re ready to reach orgasm anyway.” I replied. My face stern as I laid on the bed and backed him. I felt so frustrated that I was having unprotected sex with him and all he could do was complain that I wasn’t moaning? If he needed to hear a moan maybe he could go on a porn site and have himself full of it. I tried to relax myself and calm my nerves. Nothing more mattered to me than his ejaculation. He exhaled and sighed before spreading my legs angrily. His hands fastened on my left leg as I felt him thrust. He continued and this t
Massimo’s POV. I was in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie as I tried to shake off the feeling of unease that had been lingering inside me. The atmosphere was tense, and I knew I was in for a rough ride soon. But I wasn't one to back down from a challenge. I took a deep breath and focused on getting ready for the day ahead.Just as I was finishing up, Marco walked into my room. His presence was a welcome distraction from the thoughts that had been plaguing me. "Hey, boss," he said, his voice casual. I nodded, and he continued, "I just talked to Anastasya. She's doing well."My interest piqued, I turned to him. "How's your relationship with her been?" I asked, genuinely curious. Marco's expression was neutral, but I could sense a hint of tension beneath the surface. "It's okay," he replied. I wasn't convinced. Marco's tone seemed off, and I couldn't help but wonder what was really going on between him and Anastasya. I nodded, trying to appear nonchalant, but my mind was racing wit
Massimo’s POV I stood on my balcony, sipping my tea and gazing out at the city below. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the buildings. I felt a sense of calm over me as I breathed in the evening air. Just as I was getting lost in thought, Rome walked and stood beside me."The flowers are ready," he said, his voice low and serious. I nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking about. Those flowers weren't ordinary flowers. They were a part of my business, a means I used to traffic drugs around the country. I didn't have a retail outlet, but a network of people who helped us move our product.I took one last sip of my tea and set the cup down. "I'll be downstairs with them in a minute," I told Rome. He nodded and turned to leave, but not before I caught a glimpse of a smile on his face.As he walked away, I muttered to myself, thinking about all the things I'd been through. The struggles, the fights, the losses. But I'd always come out on top.I built this busines
Massimo’s POV. My eyes scanned the surroundings, and they landed on Vanesa and Marco standing by the garage. My gaze locked onto Vanesa's, and I could see the mix of emotions on her face. But as I took in the scene. The bruise on Marco's cheekbone was a stark reminder of the incident that had taken place. I walked towards them, my strides long and purposeful. Vanesa's face lit up with joy, and she ran towards me, throwing her arms around me in a tight hug. "Massimo!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with emotion. I hugged her back, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Marco approached us, and we shook hands, his eyes acknowledging the tension between us.As I held Vanesa, I glanced over her shoulder and saw my Ana standing at the door of the building, a smile spreading across her face. "Ana?" I said. My eyes never left my wife's. Vanesa chuckled and stepped aside, allowing my wife to run towards me. She jumped into my arms, and I caught her, spinning her around in a circle. Tear
Vanesa’s POV. I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that had been weighing me down since I hit Marco. My pride was swollen, and I didn't want to swallow it. Being so arrogant was my thing though, and I felt maybe that day, it would have to come to an end. I walked around the premises, trying to clear my head, but my feet seemed to have a mind of their own. Before I knew it, I found myself standing in front of the garage, where I knew Marco often took a seat to reminisce.I spotted him sitting on a bench, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. I approached him quietly and my face twisted in a mixture of emotions. I couldn’t walk to him because I felt so guilty and couldn’t do anything at all. All that mattered as I stood behind him was asking for his forgiveness right away and letting down my ego. I was astonished as he asked, "What do you want?" without even turning around.I was taken aback, surprised that he hadn't noticed me standing there. I walked around to his s
Isabel's POVI walked into the room, Vanesa following closely behind. The Governor's visit still lingered in my mind, and I could sense Vanesa's anxiety. As soon as we were alone, I turned to her and realized she followed behind."Isabel, what was that all about? Why did the Governor think he'd get away with talking to you like that?" She asked, trying to keep my tone in check.I sighed, looking away. "I don't know, Vanesa, why would you be acting this way? You aren’t supposed to hold me accountable because I just saved us. Just chill, okay? There's nothing we can do about it right now."She frowned, not satisfied with my response. "Chill? You want me to chill? He's threatening our family, Isa. He's trying to manipulate Massimo, and you're just going to roll over?"I sighed, my eyes flashing with frustration. "I'm just saying, Nesa, we can't do anything right now. We have to wait and see how Massimo handles it."I studied her expression, trying to read between the lines. Was she scar
Massimo's POVVodka and I stepped into the luxurious train, the serenity of the interior pricked my interest. The soft hum of the engine and the plush seats created a nice atmosphere, perfect for our discussion.As we sat, he turned to me, his expression serious. "So, Massimo, tell me more about Baize. What makes you think you can take him down even when he’s got the lead?"I leaned back in my seat, recalling the conversation. "I wanted to run for Governor in the next elections, so I went to him for counseling. But he refused to support me unless I gave him a third of my company and...my sister, Vanesa, in marriage."Vodka's eyes widened. "That's serious, Massimo. He's not just asking for business; he's asking for your family's loyalty."I nodded, my jaw clenched. "That's why I consider him an enemy. He's playing games, Vodka, and I won't let him win."I was so hurt. I felt the anger and rage in me erupt but I sat and tried to calm my nerves. The rumble of the train got my attention a
Massimo's POVI stared at my phone, my eyes were fixed on the picture that made my blood boil."Damn!" I shouted, I hit my fist on the table as I stumbled on the picture which displayed on my phone. It felt so surprising to see the Governor of the state, shaking hands with my sister Isabel.‘What was he playing at?’ I muttered, feeling a pang of rage. I felt so bad about it and thought maybe I should leave that damn place as soon as possible because it was looking so obvious that he’s going to deal with them pretty soon. The picture he took with her sounded like a warning and the extent he could go to prove himself to me. Vodka walked in with his dusty boots from the farm. "What's going on, Massimo?" he asked, noticing my frustration.I hesitated as I kept a longing stare at the phone after a quick glance at his direction, but Vodka's curious eyes made me share. "Look at this," I said, handing my phone over to him. His smile faded as he saw the picture. "Who is this guy?" he asked.
Ana’s POV. I was amazed to see the governor of the state in the premises. He hadn’t been there even once. I felt so honored to welcome him though. My eyes flashed around to grace the awesome view of the tinted SUVs which were all lined up at the garage. I stumbled at the security of the governor who was all dressed in their black top and trousers. Some were in corporate attires, their suits were implanted with luxury and their faces looked so fierce and tightened. The manpower in the premises belonging to Massimo was no match, compared to what I saw. I stood, and watched as he walked down to me. His stomach made me smile. ‘Ridiculous, chubby man,’ I mumbled. “Ahh, I think it’s a pleasure to meet with the most beautiful lady in the city,’ he eyes widened as he brought forth his hands to give me a hand shake. “Good afternoon, your excellency,” I said, my face clustering with smiles. I felt my heart race and I was uneased. It could be a nightmare or a blessing. “Of course, it is, I