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
Vincenzo had been away for the past three days, he had gone to meet his father to discuss an important matter with him. However things didn't go as planned as Mr Polio wasn't in support with the idea of Vincenzo getting married to Freya.To Vincenzo, he had only played a role in talking to his father because he felt it was something he needed to do. An act of respect, not like he didn't have his own right, nor his freedom of speech and choice.His father yelled at his voice, urging Vincenzo never to have Freya into their family or he'll hate what he does next."I won't have to repeat myself again. If you have to marry that bitch, then consider yourself an outcast to this family. You will no longer be my son." He finalized."Gone are those days father when your words do scare me, but now I don't feel touched by your words. Freya is mine and will always be mine whether you like it or not, I will marry her. And mind you, I don't care if you disown me as your son, it will never change any
"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
"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?"
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