When Vincenzo returned, he didn't hesitate to check on Freya. However, Freya sat quietly by the edge of the bed, thinking and rethinking over the incident. She couldn't get it off her mind so easily.After losing her brother, Olsen, now some one is coming after her? For what? What wrong has she done to deserve this?But when Vincenzo showed up, Freya lifted her gaze to meet his. "Hey." He said,"Hey." He rushed to hug her, his embrace felt like home. A home she wasn't ready to lose. "Every thing is gonna be alright." He assured her."But why would some one want me dead?" She asked, her voice low and dull. "What wrong have I done to deserve this haunt?"Vincenzo didn't say any thing, and she wasn't expecting him to. All she wanted is to remain in his arms for long, to erase her fears. "We'll get to the bottom of this together. I promise."Freya decided within her not to leave the mansion again no matter how bored she feels. Leaving the mansion feels unsafe and unsecured. Again, she do
Kelly was so angry at the fact that Freya was still alive and that her plans to kill her failed. With rage and anger she began to destroy every thing before her. She would scream and she pushed every object to the ground.Every attempt she has made to see that Freya is dead always turns in vain. Her plans to get Vincenzo back were always unsuccessful and this only got her annoyed the most. The worst part of it is that she was ready to do whatever it takes without turning back, without acknowledging the consequences of her actions as long as Freya dies and she finally has Vincenzo all to herself.She took a deep breath thinking of another plan to come up. A plan she believes would work out perfectly well this time. But then she knew that since the first attempt to kill Freya had taught Freya a lesson, Freya would decide to stay in doors until every thing was over.She sat on the couch, her brain mentally busy on what to do. There came a knock on the door, bringing her to reality. "Who
Kelly watched as Danielle walked back to her room. She too went to the kitchen to get the broom and dustpan to get the broken glasses packed. She sighed a relief breath, Danielle would have found out about her plans.She was just a little close, but then Kelly did her best to cover up. Though the expression on Danielle's face couldn't be explained whether or not she still suspected her, she was sure she had saved herself for the moment.Meanwhile, while she returned back to the sitting room to get the glasses cleared up, a plan popped into her mind. It was a crazy one but worth it. The idea of having some one in Vincenzo's mansion keep an eye on Freya was the best option she would have thought about at the initial time.But the question is... Who?Myra wasn't the best option since she was the closest thing to Freya, so finding another person would be better. So she thought hard, so hard for one she would trust.However, Danielle had a double mind Kelly's words not to have a plan in mi
"You." Freya pointed. "I know you, I've seen you before.""Yes. Well, I'd say, we met on a not so good day. But it's alright, I ain't here to judge any one, like I said earlier, I just wanna talk "Freya calmed down to listen to her. "What do you wanna talk about?" She asked. "I'm listening.""I know the past held a sad road between you and Kelly, but nevertheless, I'm not here to talk about that either. But I believe both of you are definitely not in close terms.""You're right, we aren't in close terms because she made it like that. I don't know why she hates me so much. Some times I want to believe it's because Vincenzo's interest in her changed, but then, this hatred for me has been there since the day he brought me out of the cell.""Don't you think she hates you because of your brother?""But I am not my brother. Whatever it is Olsen did to them has nothing to do with me. And you know, I'm the one who is supposed to hate her since she is the girlfriend to my brother's once enemy
Freya sat in her plush armchair, her mind swirling with numerous. Danielle's words echoed in her head, and she just couldn't get it off her mind. It suffocated her. It still sounded like a death alarm to her ears. She was wondering whether or not she should tell Vincenzo about this, or she should just keep it all to himself to spare him the pain and confusion?As she contemplated her thoughts, the door to her room swung open, and Myra, walked in. Immediately, she noticed the troubled expression etched on Freya's face. Concern welled up within her, and she wasted no time in asking what was weighing so heavily on her friend's mind."Myra, I don't know what to do," Freya began, her voice barely a whisper. "Danielle approached me earlier, revealing some thing about Kelly's plans. It's... it's grave, Myra, and I'm torn on whether or not to tell Vincenzo about it.""First of all, if you don't mind me asking. Who is Danielle?" Myra asked as she has no idea who Danielle is."She's Kelly's fr
Though Freya has been grateful to have Vincenzo spend the week with her, she still feels unrest about Kelly out there effortlessly thinking of a way to ruin her life. She knew with Vincenzo by her side, life may seem a little safer, but some how risky too as Vincenzo is able to turn out a victim in her evil plans.Vincenzo, knowing what type of person Freya is, knew his stay wasn't satisfying to Freya as she is even more worried and scared. He thought of a way to end things as soon as possible.He decided to send a mole to keep an eye on Kelly, find out every thing about her. Her in and out, who she meets, who she calls, who she spends her time with. Vincenzo wasn't ready to take a break until justice was found.He didn't want to take a quick action to put Kelly in jail since there was not much evidence of her actions, so he wanted more evidence to sue her to court.All these he did behind Freya's back. He wanted to surprise her with the after effect, knowing fully well that he'll br
After an hour of locking herself in the room, she decided to take a shower. She got a phone call from her worker, informing her that he was ready for her order. Kelly asked him to wait as she has some thing new to tell him, some thing she couldn't say over the phone as she wasn't sure if Danielle and Carol were listening.She rushed to her bath, changing into new clothes. She walked past the two girls who were still sitting in the same position when she walked in.They didn't say a word to her, neither did she. As Kelly made her way to the exit door, she opened it and banged it behind her as she left.But when she was almost leaving for the roadside, sounds of sirens filled the air. At first she didn't bother about the sound, she thought they were heading for a crime scene within the area, but to her greatest surprise, they stopped before her."Excuse me, ma'am, do you live here?" A police officer asked."Yes, why?" She asked back."We're looking for a lady by name Kelly Wilsman." He
"Enzo, I came up with this idea and I have seen that it is good for both me and myself. Well, to cut the whole story short, I have decided to become a gangster just like you."Vincenzo looked fixedly at her, refusing to believe his ears. "You don't mean what you just said, do you?" He questioned."Of course, I'm dead serious about this. I want to do the things you do." She said, dead serious in her words."We do a lot of things, Freya. Not just things, we do so many sinful things and I don't want you getting involved in any of it.""Sinful things like what?" She asked, pretending not to know any."We kill, we take hard drugs of any kind. We go to nightclubs, we chase after women, we break hearts, and we do the very thing I have on my back. Tattoos.""Can't I be a gangster without any of those? Besides, I've got you, I ain't doing the heartbreaking part.""I don't want you taking hard drugs, they aren't good for your health." He insisted."What about you?""Not either. But your system
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