Freya jerked up, glaring around the room. How the fuck did she end up here? She doesn't remember what happened the previous night, and her head hurts from too much drinking at the bar. She remembered she had a duty to do, so she stepped out of bed, not minding what she was putting on. She was so preoccupied to think about it, she was more concerned about reaching Vincenzo's room as soon as possible. She had forgotten to knock on the door, so she pushed it open, meeting Vincenzo standing before her."Freya?" He called her name in a surprised manner, but then he recalls the incident last night, a frown played on his face. "I'll be back in less than twenty minutes, you've got a lot of questions to answer when I get back."Freya stood confused, she couldn't get what he was saying and why he had said that. Why does she need to answer questions? Did something happen?"Yes, sir." She muttered the words.He walked past her but then stopped. "Take a shower too, you smell like alcohol." He lef
Kelly is still not happy at how things have been going for the last two days since Freya went missing. The fact that she was able to survive the torture with the men was some thing that left her surprised. She can't stop from recalling how she watched him carry her in his arms, as if that isn't enough, he covered her with his jacket. That was his best jacket ever and he had her put it on.She was thinking of a way to terminate her, requesting for fruits won't work out this time. Vincenzo won't let her leave the mansion, so it would be the wrong timing for her."Fuck!" She cursed. "I hate you, Freya! You don't deserve to be here!""What happened this time?" Vincenzo said the moment he walked in. He had overheard her yelling and he wanted to know what went wrong."Nothing." She eyed him, storming out of the room. She was halfway to the door when Vincenzo said, "A friend of mine invited me to his party, you're invited too.""I'll think about it." She bangs the door.Vincenzo didn't both
Freya couldn't sleep. She held her necklace in her hand, staring at Olsen's picture. It was a gift given to her by Olsen on her 21st birthday. He had bought two, one had his picture while the other had hers."You once told me I was the best thing that ever happened to you, but now I am beginning to wonder if those words were only pranks. You have decided to let me face this ugly fate you created, stuck in a world of hate and envy, what good am I to benefit here?"She reflected her experiences from day one till now, none could be accounted to be a good memory worth thinking about. "My life has been a rough one, all thanks to you." She was about to sleep when she heard the sound of a stopping car. She went towards the window to take a look, it was Vincenzo and Kelly. They had returned home, drunk and waisted. She ignored them, returning back to bed to get a good night's sleep.******Morning came faster than expected. The maids were all up, ready for the day's job. Freya went to arrang
"Yes, ma'am." Freya shivered as she stared at the ground."Where the fuck have you been all these while?" She questioned."I... I..." She stuttered, not knowing what to say. "You what?" She looked at Myra. "And what kept you so long to bring her to me?"Myra too buried her gaze to the ground, not wanting to expose where Freya had been all these while. "I am talking to a human being and not some moron!" She barked. "Where have you two been? I know you had an idea where she's been but you refused to tell me, pretending not to know any thing!""I had no idea." Myra said, but Kelly didn't believe her.She had already stood up from the couch, ready to spank her hand on her when Freya admitted where she had been. "I was in the garden, and Myra had no idea about it."Myra threw at her an angry glare, but Freya thought speaking out was the best thing to do and save her from Kelly's spank."She told me you've been looking for me. She did warn me why I had to stay in the garden while you neede
Kelly has been acting quiet since the incident happened. After Myra had advised Freya on what to do, she found no reason to be scared of Vincenzo's actions tonight. She was bravely ready to defend herself when he tried to play hot headed at her.It was so late in the night, that it was around ten minutes past ten when Vincenzo returned from his mission. He was stressed out and tired at the same time, hoping to get to his room and take a long nap.But when he got there, he met Kelly awake, looking sour. Troubled, he decided to ask her what the problem was but she refused to talk to him. She was acting stubborn, but after a long persuasion, she finally spoke up."Isn't that bastard of a girl you brought to our house. She's been acting tough all day. I needed help with some thing and I've been calling her for almost an hour. All she did was stalk around the mansion, searching for a means to escape. Luckily I caught her, and I tried to warn her not to do any thing stupid, all she did was
This time around, Vincenzo was determined to make her suffer for her rudeness. He cared less about her and didn't mind if she had eaten or not. This was what Kelly wanted after all, to see that she suffers, to see that she is in every way far away from Enzo.The following day, Kelly was determined to carry out her dirty plans with Mr Polio since Vincenzo was out and would probably be returning late at night. Since he never went to the cell to check on Freya, he probably won't know she isn't in the mansion again.They had sent guards on masks to take her out of the cell to an unknown warehouse where she'd stay for the time being before Mr Polio is ready to leave the state. But unknown to them, Olsen has a spy who has been living among them, reporting every information about them.He reported Kelly's plan to Olsen who seized the opportunity to carry out his own plan, adopting Freya from them and taking her to his home. After all is settled with, he'll come back for the Ferdinando family
Olsen stood at the sit-out of his room, staring out of nowhere. He hated himself for so many reasons, for letting the one person that matters a lot in his heart down. His blood. His only world. He knows he hasn't been a good brother lately, but yet, she was every thing to him.Her position in his heart was some thing even his girlfriend couldn't take over.Daniel walked into his room after several knocks that went unanswered. He didn't see him in his room so he decided to check on him at the sit-out."She was every thing to me, but I took her for granted." He said, regrets stained in his voice. "I should have been there for her. I shouldn't have rested until I had her. I let him take her, I let him torture her. Now, she sees me as the real monster.""I understand, Olsen, and it's not your fault.""No, Dani, it's my fault. I caused all these. If I hadn't killed Danto, none of these would have happened to her. I don't regret killing the bastard, I regret not keeping her safe after the i
Olsen was having a brief meeting with his men in his office. Freya had asked a maid for directions to where his office is. She stood before the door, inhaling heavily before she could face him. Nervousness was her problem at the moment, she imagined Olsen's eyes on her, anger stained with hatred for what she had done the previous night.Regardless of it, she has to apologize to him.She knocked on the door, and some one opened it. On seeing her, he went to inform Olsen that she was at the door. "Let her in." He said desperately.The guard went to open the door. "You can come in." She stood from the door, looking at Olsen who was likewise staring back at her. He was surprised to see her as he wasn't expecting her at the moment. Nevertheless, he was happy. "We're done for today. Leave us alone." He dismissed his men, his eyes not leaving hers.Daniel was the last to leave the room. He nodded at her before leaving the room for the both siblings. "I wasn't...""I just..."They paused. "Yo
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