(Lorenzo) I laid in my bed, a hand behind my head as I stared at the ceiling. I was thinking about what happened at that apartment some days ago. Benjamin Myers. It couldn't be him. Ben was dead, I watched him die so how was he alive. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Everything was spiralling out of control. I haven't even figured out the first problem and now I had another issue on my plate. That psycho who called wasn't Ben. It couldn't be him, someone had used his name to get to me. But what about the phone call. The voice sounded so clear, It couldn't have been some recording. My mind flashbacked to some years ago when I had killed Tolrez and had just started the McLaren Mafia. I was on a killing spree then, the slightest sign of betrayal and I'd have the person dead. Ben was my best friend and Margot's boyfriend. He was my first right hand man. Things were so good then. He handled a large faction of the Mafia, we were an unstoppable duo. We were both ruthless and cunn
(Mariana)I was getting discharged today. The nurse came up to my room. I stared out the window, depressed. I couldn’t believe I was going back to the hostel, after everything. All my chances to escape have been a bust. It was like the world was just against me.“Hey Mariana” she said. I murmured a reply not bothering shifting from my position. “It’s time to take your last doze.”I don’t answer or pay attention to her. She came closer and tapped my shoulder. “Mariana. Are you listening to me?”“Of course I can hear you. I’m not deaf.” I snapped at her.The nurse looked taken aback by my outburst. She exhaled deeply and sat at the side of my bed. “I understand that you’re frustrated. That feeling of helplessness is a fucked up feeling.”“It sure is” I muttered and combed my hair to the back with my fingers.“I’m sorry I couldn’t help you” The nurse said quietly. “ But they threatened to hurt me.”“It’s fine. It’s what they do. He holds power everywhere.” I rested my back on my pillow
(Lorenzo)I paced about my office, frustrated. Why was it hard to have one decent conversation with Mariana? It always ended up with us screaming our heads off at each other. We both had short tempers and once we were angry we just said anything to each other. I brought her over to my house to talk to her, make some form of negotiations with her concerning her not wanting to go back to the club but she didn’t want to listen me, she didn’t even give me a chance. I groaned in frustration pacing around my office. Everything has just been upside down lately and it has been really hard to focus with everything that has been going on. I’m still figuring out a way to get who is helping BM. I still don’t believe it’s Benjamin but that doesn’t mean I would underestimate him either. Giovanni barged into my office as usual.“Tell me something good” I told him.“We have another lead on the bombing.” He replied.“What is it?” He handed me a paper filled with information of a man.“Jeremy suthers
(Mariana)I arrived at the club two days ago and I was welcomed by Janet and Samantha. “Mariana!” Samantha and Janet squealed once I entered my room. They both hopped off the bed and jumped on me, squeezing me tight.“I missed you all too but don’t choke me to death.” I said when their hugs became to tight. They squeezed me harder before letting me go.“I’m so happy you are okay” Janet said.“Me too. We were so scared when we you weren’t back from the hospital for close to two weeks.” Samantha said “I was worried about you too Sam. Did you get hurt?”“Nothing serious. Just a few scratches here and there.”“The bomb blast didn’t reach the hostel either so we were bitge okay but you were so close to it. Thank God you’re okay.”“Yeah me too.” Physically I was okay but I was dying inside. I couldn’t stay here and I couldn’t escape either. I had practically lost all hope at the hospital. The club looked as good as new. Almost like nothing happened here. Samantha said Lorenzo made the wo
(Lorenzo)I was on my way to the club when I received a call. "Speak"I said"Boss we have the girl. She waiting in your private lounge." "Okay, I'm on my way." I said and cut the call. I've been meaning to talk to Mariana since our last argument. I needed to be more calm and reasonable when it came to her but it was easier said than done. All my emotions gets riled up when I'm around her, it's so hard to control it.I pulled up in front of the club and stepped out. Images of the explosion flashed in my head, the rubbles, Giovanni, Marianna. I needed to find the culprit fast. I headed to the private VIP suite which was located at the back of the club. I met the guard at the front of the door. He immediately opened the door for me and I headed straight for my private suite quickly avoiding any form of acquaintances because I wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. I walked into the room and was met with a sight of a sleeping Mariana. She sat on the couch with her hands crossed at the fro
(Mariana)"Is everything okay?" I asked Lorenzo when he was dressing up quickly. After the phone call he received, he looked worried."Something important came up. I have to leave immediately." He said. I just stood there as he rushed around the room picking up pieces of his clothing and putting them on. Once he was done he headed for the door, forgetting I was in the room. But then stopped halfway and turned around to look at me."I'm sorry I have to leave so suddenly," he said, his face apologetic. "Something really came up and I have to get there quickly.""It's fine" I said. I tried to hide my disappointment but I'm sure he saw it on my face. He moved closer to me and covered my face in his palm. He tilted my head fowards and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Don't be upset. I promise we'll continue our conversation immediately I get back. I won't take long." "It's okay" I said, my voice sounding false even in my own ears. " I understand."He looked at me for a moment,as if he wan
(Lorenzo)I arrived at the hospital not too long after Giovanni's call. As I walked through the doors, the familiar smell of antiseptic and floor cleaner hit me. I hated the smell of hospitals, it always made me nauseous. I made my way to the reception desk, my heart pounding in my chest. The receptionist looked up at me."Good morning. How can I help you?" She asked"I'm here to see Margot Garcia." I said"Um hold on. Let me check which room she's in." She went through the paper Infront of her." Mrs Garcia is in room 45. It's just down the hall."" Okay. Thank you." I replied and rushed down the hall. I pushed the door of the room and inside was both Giovanni and Declan. Margot was sitted on her bed, eating while Giovanni faced the window and Declan sat on a chair beside her. I slowly let out a breath of relief. She was okay."You're here" She said and waved at me. "Took you long enough." All the fear I felt slowly turned to anger"Margot! What the hell!" I yelled."Well hello to you
(Marianna)I was seated in the bathroom with my eyes closed as I tried to steady my breathing. My entire body was shaking in fear and disbelief. My mind raced with questions I couldn't get the answers for. Why was Margot keeping tabs on me? Does this mean I wasn't just randomly taken? Does this mean I was targeted and kidnapped? and most of all how did she get her hands on that picture? That picture was a past I had let go of a long time ago, a past that had gone up in flames so how did she get it? Why was she with it? Only one name popped up in my head Lorenzo. He was the only one who could have ordered Margot to do this, she couldn't have done it on her own. But why? I could feel my heart pounding so hard like it was going to pop out of my chest. If it's true and Lorenzo did send Margot the that means he knew everything, that means he knew who I really was and yet….A knock on the door jolted me out of my thoughts."Is anyone in there?" Someone called from the other side of the door
(Lorenzo)It’s been two months. Two whole months of peace. The best two months of my fucking life. I had never felt peace the way I’ve felt in the past months.I lay on the bed cuddling with her. Our legs entwined as she runs her hand across my chest.“I want to tell you something babe.” She sits up and moves a bit further from me. Missing her touch immediately, I scoot over, closer to her and she moves away. This sends signals to me immediately. “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Did I do something wrong?” Fear grips me as I wonder what I could have done wrong to hurt her. Instead of making assumptions in my head and overthinking, I allow her to feel comfortable enough to say whatever it is. Resolving that I will try my very best to make her happy again. “I’ve been keeping something from you for a while now. I’ve been so scared to open up and if I had told you before leaving, I’m pretty sure I’d have regretted it. But now I’ve been thinking and I feel like I’m in trouble and I hav
(Lorenzo) I watch as she enters the car and leaves. There goes the one person I ever hoped to love. There’s nothing else I can do but watch her slip away from me as the car takes her further than my eyes could see. I’ve been successful at many things, but given my profession, it is no surprise that I’ve failed at love. The thought of entering my car and chasing after her rushes through my mind but I dismiss it immediately. She has to go. Staying would get her killed and I cannot bear to see that. Instead, I decide to drive to the club and get me a drink. Nothing helps better than a bottle of bourbon down my throat while wallowing in self pity. I dare Gio to come yammering about how this is going to lead to our ruin. I enter my car and begin the long drowning drive to the club, all the while trying not to dwell on the scent of her on the passenger sit. This is going to be a long year. I might as well change my car, having it sprayed won’t do me any good. I’d still look at the pass
(Mariana)"Are you all set?" Lorenzo and I are standing in front of a mall where he spent all the time shopping clothes and various other accessories for me like shoes and jewelries and all those stuff.In my hand, I hold the suitcase that has all the clothes we bought and in his hands, he carries two shopping bags where the rest of the things are contained."I'm ready." I reply."Okay. I've also sent some money into your account as well. Only a quarter of it, the sum of your salary.""For working only a day in your club?" I cover my mouth as if it helps to reduce my chuckle."It wasn’t for free, was it?" He smiles, joining in on the amusement."Thank you." I say and hug him. "I didn't think I'll say this, but I'll miss you." I feel his hands circle around me and there's so much tenderness in the way his hand rests around my waist and back."I'll miss you, too." Then, he stops a taxi for me and I get in, waving him goodbye. His eyes are watery with tears but I think I've imagined it a
(Mariana)"Lorenzo, why are you back?"Lorenzo walks towards me like every others and checks for my temperature. "I heard you were sick and I couldn't wait any longer." He confesses, his voice edged with worry.His statement marvels me. "Was your business trip not that important that you will return the same day instead of in three days?"You're more important to me, Mariana. Than anything else in this world right now, and I can't seem to ignore that fact."My cheeks redden and I gather all the strength in me not to smile, but it's futile and I simply hide my face by looking down at my laps as a result of feeling bashful. "I don't understand." My voice is low and my cheeks are hot. "I thought you said you don't want a wife.""But I want you, Mariana." He answers, fast and sits down next to me to glide fingers through my hair, massaging gently and tracing tender lines.An electrifying jolt runs through my skin uncontrollably in response and I lean into him, resting my head on his shoul
(Lorenzo) “Gio, call the boys. Gather as much as you can. They have to be with Mariana 24/7. She’s in danger as long as she’s with me and until I find the fucker who’s responsible for this, I need to know that she’s safe.” “ I warned you, this was bound to happen sooner or later. You know how these things end up. You should have let her go when she had the chance to escape. She would have died today, and what would you have done? Wage war on whoever did this? What then? Does that bring her back? Then you’d wallow in self pity, your rivals will see your point of weakness and take us all down.” “What the fuck Gio! You think I don’t know that? Yes I know it’s all my fault and she’s in there terrified and possibly traumatized because of me. I knew she was not meant for this life but still I’ve been selfish about it. Hell I found the fucker who killed her parents and I’m still hiding it because I cannot let her go! So I don’t need you to tell me things I already know. Instead, you can
(Mariana)I wake up to find myself crying on the bed and curled up in a way that felt as though I could fit inside a little box. I'm hugging my knees to my chest and I'm thinking about last night. Everything is forcing me to demolish my love for Lorenzo.Can I not love someone in peace? And why did it have to be him? Fine, he had a good reason not to want a wife and child, but it was beginning to get clear that he had feelings for me, also because why the hell was he going through such lengths for me? The talk about him willing to marry me, discreetly?I shake my head to myself. No, no, no, it didn't change the fact that his life was a risk to mine. I could have been shot alongside with him last night and that could have been the worst part. It could have been at my stomach and I would have been bleeding seriously. I would have lost the baby in the most horrible way possible. And what not next? My death.I would have died last night. I still can't shake the feeling off. The feeling of
(Lorenzo) I watch as she storms into the house not bothering to spare me another glance. I messed up, I knew that but then I wondered why she brought it up. If only she knew the story of my childhood she’d understand. But I cannot tell her that, not yet, I needed to tell her everything and show her everything about my world before that so she can understand why I cannot let it go. The silence in the car threatened to swallow me up, half of me wished she’d come back but that was a very unlikely. There had to be something I could do to make it up to her, there’s no way I’m letting her go to bed in a bad mood. The problem is I don’t even know how to deal with girls and their emotions, this meant seeking help from the last person I wanted to call. I picked up the phone and dialed Giovanni’s number. He picked up almost immediately.“Boss.”“Gio…hey, man.”“What’s the matter? You sound really dull.”“Uh I got into a fight with Mariana. And I’m thinking of making it up to her. What do you
(Mariana)"You can do this Mariana."I keep motivating myself for work, but Giovanni just has to ruin everything."... and Princess, it's nice to see you didn't chicken out." His voice rings in my head as I leave him and Lorenzo behind to get on with their usual business.I know what he's trying to do. He wants me to be scared and lose courage. And I know it's not going to be easy for him to readily accept me as a Margot replacement, never minding that she had eventually betrayed them, but I'm determined not to give him want he wants.The thought of Margot watching me from the afterlife baffles me because it sends a shiver up my spine. She would definitely consider it an insult. It's even worse when I get to the office because now it looks neater that I've ever met it and more empty than I've ever seen it.Margot's things are gone. God knows where they were taken. There are still some files left on the table and I assume they are files connected to the club itself. I approach the chai
(Lorenzo)I drive Mariana back to the club and ensure that she is settled in her new office, she had a determined and fierce look throughout the drive, a facade to lead me to believe she was not nervous about the job. I decided not to make things worse by pressing the issue by asking her questions.It hurt how much she wanted to hate me. Sometimes I believed she really did. I understand my ways were not what she approved. I’d explain to her I had no choice growing up, that I was born into this life but I knew better. It would only anger her more and I am already on thin ice. Seeing her sleep so peacefully this morning melted me. I had always thought I would never fall in love with anyone.The kind of life I led did not require weak points like wives and children. I was not a loved child and the marriage between my parents was proof enough to know that being married with kids was cruelty to them as they would become targets all their lives. I had always guarded my heart against it, I h