Maybe he just hasn't realized it yet, he was beginning to miss her.All these while it's been Kelly? And she had made him believe it's all Freya's doing? She had painted her black just to get her out of his sight, and yes, it worked. Her plans have successfully worked out well.But then, why is he angry? Why is he so bothered about her disappearance?It's not just because she had left without him having Olsen. It wasn't because she had left just like that either. No, it was because she left with every thing that mattered to him. And if only she knew what she had caused all those while he had his eye on her.If only she knew, then she wouldn't have gone.For the first time, he found himself unable to hold back his feelings for her. He had lived with it for a long time now. And it all started the night his father proclaimed she'd be his wife.The way she looked at him, the tears in her eyes. They weren't just tears, they were spells. When he watched the video of the stranger fucking her
Vincenzo sat in his office, his hands met under his jaw as he thought deeply of how things had drastically turned in a way he had least expected. Things were going perfectly fine with Freya under his custody, but then, all of a sudden she was gone without a trace.He recalled all Myra had told him, specifying the fact that Kelly has a hand to every thing. He blamed himself for being blind and having a low understanding towards things that were meant to be understood without difficulty.Now he was beginning to see reasons to why Kelly had constantly wanted him to have another worker as his maid and not Freya. She had seen all these from afar and was doing all it took to avoid it from happening.Even his feelings, he had no idea about what he felt, what he needed. All he ever wanted was to have Olsen and take him down for good. To have his revenge and bring justice to the death of his only cousin, Dento.He rubbed his face frustratedly, thinking and rethinking over his thoughts. He was
Kelly returned home the following morning, she didn't see Vincenzo in his room. She went to ask one of the maids, who told her that he had left the previous night but hadn't returned back.Kelly assumed he must have gone in search of Freya, but then she was rest assured that he could never find her since she was nowhere to be found. Neither she nor Mr Polio have an idea of her whereabouts since it was reported that Freya was kidnapped by a group of people.She was going to leave for her friend's place when Vincenzo returned home. He had hoped to wake up from his depression to feel normal like nothing had happened, but no. He still felt the same way.He stood, his dark eyes piercing into hers. She felt frightened under his gaze. She was about to come closer to him when he paused her with his hand. "I don't need your concern, Kelly, just stay the fuck outta my way.""Enzo, what's going on?" She asked, trying to act concerned. "What's gone over you?" She perceived the smell of alcohol. "
Vincenzo's fists clenched tightly as he stood over Olsen, his face contorted with anger and fury. Sweat glistened on his forehead, evidence of the intense fight that had taken place between them. The room was filled with tension, each breath weighed down with anticipation.With a swift and forceful kick, Vincenzo delivered a blow straight to Olsen's stomach, causing him to crumple to the ground in pain. The impact knocked the wind out of Olsen, leaving him gasping for air. Vincenzo wasted no time and signaled his men to seize Olsen, ensuring he wouldn't be able to escape.As Olsen struggled to regain his composure, Vincenzo circled him like a predator closing in on its prey. He wore a menacing smirk on his face, relishing in the sight of Olsen's critical state. Without a moment's hesitation, Vincenzo unleashed a flurry of powerful punches, striking Olsen's face repeatedly. Each blow landed with a sickening thud, causing blood to trickle from Olsen's mouth, staining the ground beneath
Vincenzo's grief was immeasurable. The loss of his best friend, Olsen, had shattered him to the core. No amount of consolation from Kelly, his girlfriend, or Mr. Polio, his father, could shake him off from the overwhelming pain that engulfed him. "You should be happy, Enzo, that you have finally killed him and not feel remorseful over his death." Kelly said, but Vincenzo didn't spare her a glance."You don't know what it means to lose a friend who was like a brother to you, to you? You don't know what it feels to avenge the death of a brother, yet lose another at the same time. Even though Olsen did the wrong thing, it doesn't change the fact that he means the world to me." He looked at Kelly, she could see the pain and sadness in his wet stained eyes."I understand how you feel, Enzo.""No you don't. No one does." He takes his gaze off her, indirectly seeking for his privacy.Kelly let him be, knowing that there was no amount of convincing she would give him to change his mind. He h
(One Month Later...)For two months Vincenzo has been keeping an eye on Freya, he's been studying her every move. But when he noticed the Black Spiders were coming after him, he decided to have a word with Freya.Since Olsen was a very good friend of the leader of the Black Spider group, Freya is the only one who can talk to them, make them understand that he didn't kill Olsen.It was evening, and she was walking back home from work when a hand grabbed her to a dark corner. She almost screamed her lungs out but the figure closed her mouth with his hand.Terrified, Freya's heart began to beat heavily as she stared at the masked face before her. He took off the mask, and what burned inside of her was anger. Her fear faded immediately she stared at the familiar face before her.He lets go of her. "You monster." She cursed. "What do you want from me? To kidnap me just like you did before? Huh?""I'm not here to do that.""Then what? What do you want from me? You already killed Olsen, once
Kelly felt what it was like to be alone since Vincenzo's mind had drifted from her ever since Olsen died. He's been thinking of one thing or the other outside of her. She had hoped Olsen's Death and Freya leaving the mansion was the best way to get Vincenzo all to herself, but it only turned out that it was the best way to get her off his life.She hasn't felt this lonely for months now, so she went to her friend's place to find solace. Carol, always being the emotional one, comforted her, assuring her that every thing would get back to normal.Danielle on the other hand did her best to assure her since they were friends, but deep inside her, she knew all these would happen. She had patiently waited for this day to come. "I thought if all these happened, Vincenzo would realize who I am, but it's as if he has totally forgotten about me." She cried bitterly. "Even though Freya isn't here, he's been thinking about her.""Hey, Kelly, you have to calm down. Don't let this bring you down,
Vincenzo stood before Moscow, the feared leader of the Black Spider, he wasn't scared. Even with the terrifying appearance of Moscow, Vincenzo stood before him like he was staring at his father. The dimly lit room was filled with an air of tension as Moscow's piercing gaze bore into him. Olsen, his long-time friend, had been killed, and now Vincenzo found himself in the crosshairs of suspicion and accusation."Why did you kill Olsen?" Moscow's voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade, his tone laced with anger and grief. The weight of the question hung heavily in the room, and Vincenzo knew he had to tread carefully."Moscow, I didn't kill Olsen," Vincenzo said, his voice steady. "He took his own life. After all, that was what he wanted."Moscow's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. It was clear that the notion of suicide was hard for him to believe. Olsen had been a trusted ally, a brother in arms. The idea that he had succumbed to his own demons was a bitter pill to swallow."
Freya had been up since 3 am, tiredness heavy in her eyes as she attempted to soothe her crying twins. No matter what she tried, it seemed impossible to lure them back to sleep. She had already breastfed them, changed their diapers, and rocked them for what felt like hours. Yet, the unfading cries continued. It had been nearly a week of sleepless nights, and her patience was wearing thin. She was bothered their cries would wake the neighbors, or cause the maids and servants from sleeping.The clock on the wall taunted her as the minutes dragged on. The twins, Vicente and Olsen, were only a few months old, and Freya's motherly instincts were struggling to keep up with their demands. She whispered soothing words to them, tears of tiredness welling up in her eyes. She was sleep-deprived and emotionally drained, and it felt like there was no end in sight.Thankfully, Vincenzo had always been a rock of support through these trying times. He woke up with her every night, offering a shoul
"Vincenzo?" "Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Vincenzo asked.Freya sits next to Vincenzo, while holding her big tummy. He is rubbing Vincenzo's back, because he knows his back pain is killing him but still refuses to stay at home. "Can't sleep baby? Are you alright?” Vincenzo asked, worrying because Freya's face shows pain. "I don’t know but my tummy is hard rock. Feel it....bmammm...” Freya is holding a grunt. Vincenzo placed her hand on the baby tummy as Freya said. It is hard rock and it's not normal. Vincenzo is watching her sternly, aware of the situation, and he's getting ready to jump on any situation. "Get me a wheelchair now!” Vincenzo said to Myra through the intercom. After a few seconds, she barged right in with the requested chair. Damon signaled Myra to help him to pick up Freya on the chair. They rushed him to the hospital. —"Mr. Ferdinando, please follow me.’ A nurse came out, asking him to follow her. Vincenzo just did as told and soon he found himself in
Freya walked down the aisle like a stately queen, arm in arm with Pablo. Her hair was arranged into an elaborate style on top of her head, and her pink ballroom dress swished almost silently on the carpet aisle. It was a glorious day for a wedding. The trees were a perfect green and sparkled with leftover dew from that morning. A perfect June day. A song ran through her mind, making her smile. For they say when you’re married in June, you will always, always, always be a bride! She watched the young bride sprinkling the last pink rose petals on the aisle, then sitting down. She then looked at her bridesmaids dressed in flowing, scarlet, knee-length dresses. They were all there smiling… Her eyes met with Myra, who was putting on the brightest smile. She was her chief bridesmaid. “Congratulations.” She mouthed.“Thank you.” Freya mouthed back, her cheeks burning with a smile.The priest then started with the matrimonial vows as she stood face to face with Vincenzo, he was appearin
"Congratulations, Miss Bred, you're two weeks pregnant."The words kept resounding in her head. Happiness filled her inside, she couldn't wait until Vincenzo returned. She had wanted to phone him to tell him the good news, but then she wanted it to be an official announcement.When she returned home, she asked for Myra who was pretty busy in the laundry room. However, she sent a maid to call her."Tell her to meet me in my room." I said,Just as she walked into her room, changing her clothes, Myra offered a knock on the door."Please, come in." She permitted.Myra entered. "You sent for me." She said, "Yes, please. I have something interesting to show you. You'll love it, trust me."Myra was already curious to know what this interesting thing would be. "Okay. I'm waiting."Freya took her bag from where she had kept it, she opened it and brought out the white folded paper, handing it to Myra who at first, gave her a curious look."I hope I am safe?""Of course, you are." Freya smiled.
Freya had woken up earlier than usual. She was ready for the day's training. She looked at Vincenzo who was still asleep on the bed, his back facing her.For the first time, she took her time to admire the Lion tattoo on his back, they were fucking beautiful.After a long while of admiration, she went to the bathroom for a shower. Before she was out, Vincenzo was up. He looked at her, his eyes halfway open from sleep."Where are you going?" He asked, yawning."Do I have to remind you where I am going?" She asked back as she pulled her trouser up to her waist."Oh." His eyes closed. "I'll talk to the driver to take you to the warehouse then.""You seem tired, how was work yesterday?" She asked, her hands hung on her waist."Just the usual. I'll be fine." He assured her.She was done dressing, now ready to go. "I'll give you a call when I reach the warehouse." He nodded his head. "Just take your time and relax, you can skip work today.""I have an important meeting with a colleague, I c
"I might not make it here on time, so I'll talk to Stephen to take you home after the training. But just in case I make it on time, I'll pick you up myself.""Okay. Just take your time and do whatever you want to do. I'll be fine.""You be a good girl, okay? Pay attention, I know it's gonna seem a bit difficult but trust me, you'll live it when you learn it.""I know. Thanks for accepting me as a part of your group, I will make you proud. I promise." She promised."Take care of yourself.""You too." They shared a kiss before she left, waving goodbye at him. He did the same before zooming off for work.When Freya arrived at the business warehouse, her heart pounded in excitement. It feels more like a dream come true, a moment she's been waiting for a long time ago. She knew that this training session would be different, more intense and probably be the best she'd ever had. Since Vincenzo has promised to introduce her to the world of firearms, a skill she knew she needed to master to s
They drove to the warehouse, and Freya couldn't wait any longer to see what the Mafia warehouse looked like.She walked beside Vincenzo as they walked into the warehouse and he was holding her hands like he was scared she'd lost. The guards which guarded the entrance bowed their heads as they walked passed.When they got in, Freya's eyes glared around as she admired the inside with the numerous people in it. Some were busy counting monies, some were carrying wrapped goods in both sacks and cartons."What's in that thing they are carrying?" Curious, she asked, eager to know.He smiled, and he was taking time to reply. "What do you think?" He asked back."I don't know." She shrugged. "That's why I'm asking.""That's cocaine." He finally said. "We sell them for more income.""That's where the dollars come from?" She asked, referring to those men that were counting money. "Yeah. That's why I told you, there are lots of dirty things in this game, I don't wanna stain your innocence.""Who
"So, are you gonna tell me what you discussed with your dad?" Freya asked, her head resting on Vincenzo's chest."Well," he started, rubbing her hair gently, his eyes staring up at the ceiling. "It didn't go well, I'd say. But at least, it doesn't matter."Freya pulled away to look at his face, her eyebrow raised as she stared at him. With a questioning look on her face, Vincenzo knew she did want an answer to her question."Okay, fine. I'll tell you." He agreed and she leaned her head back on his chest, waiting to hear what he's got to say. "He didn't want us to get married, he feels you don't deserve to join the Ferdinando family."Freya felt a feeling of rejection as he said that. A tear rolled from the corner of her eyes, but she held it back from falling. "Freya?" He called, he wanted to be sure she was listening. "Are you listening?""Yeah. Sure, I am. I heard what you said." She did her best not to sound sour even though that's what she feels at the moment."Are you alright?"
"Vincenzo..." She was about to speak when he places his first finger on her lips.“Shhhh.” he whipped off his shirt, leaving just his singlet on, then walked to Freya. Reaching out, he put his other hand on Freya's knee. He leaned in, kissing her on the face, mouth, and neck, slowly making his way down her already trembling body. His hand climbed up the side of Freya's leg, until his fingers rested at the top of her panties. Then they slowly started fumbling down her thighs. Freya closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Every inch that Vincenzo went down made Freya's heart chump a little harder. Vincenzo's hands had succeeded in pulling off her panties. Freya let Rufus's lyrics wash over her mind. The song had never made more sense to her. If the world were coming to an apocalyptic, catadysmic end, this is exactly where she'd want to be: with Vincenzo. She opened her eyes and found him looking down at her. She knew the question being asked. Was she ready? Did he want Vincenzo to