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Afanasiia left the products and the truck in the club and went out. She didn’t even ask for a car. She had no idea where she was going. She just knew she had to get away from all that. She never knew how people were suffering while being transported for auctions. A little girl died and so many were malnourished. It was the doing of her father. And now those people were going to be sold and abused and harassed by rich people. Not even animals were being treated like that. She had no idea where she was walking to, bare-footed. She always wore heels, nothing else. Heels were her identity. Heels were her weapons. But now she was wearing nothing. She kept walking and walking. The face of that little girl kept flashing before her eyes. Before she knew she was inside a police precinct. She didn’t know how she reached there or why was she there. She had to tell everyone what she did. She let a little girl die. Why? To protect her father. Why was she protecting her father when he was the one
Vicktor sighed deeply and walked as slowly as he could inside the Kuznetsova bungalow. He could remember how Afanasiia would jump in his lap when she was a kid, eat with him, train with him. She spent her childhood with him. She was like his daughter, yet he had to kill her. He never forgave himself for that. It was after Afanasiia’s death that he stopped working for Tikhon. Rarely he would talk to him, when absolutely necessary. Tikhon too knew that Vicktor was angry at him for making him kill Afanasiia. He wanted out of Ceanba Cosca and Tikhon granted that. He was shifted to Fina Cosca after her death. “Vicktor!! After so many years! It seems you forgot about us,” Nika welcomed him. “What are you saying, Ma’am? How could I forget about you guys? We meet every auction, don’t we?” asked Vicktor. “Meeting in a professional setting and personal settings are different. You used to live with us and then you completely separated yourself from us,” taunted Nika. “Now, I work for another
Michelangelo wanted to run after Renata, but he knew she was angry and hurt. She shut her door and he knew she must be crying but how to console her, he had no idea. He was her villain, her tormentor. He pushed her into the mafia. He brought her into this world, this world of sex and violence. “I am sorry that I hit you,” Michelangelo hung his head low and apologised to Severino. “You could have hit me back, but you endured all. You knew I was wrong, and you both were right. Please forgive me.” “It’s okay, Michel! I know you are possessive of her. And in your anger, you never listen to anyone. I knew when your anger would subside, you would come back to your senses,” replied Severino and patted Michelangelo’s shoulder. “You forgave me, when will she forgive me?” said Michelangelo. “She will too, she just needs time. You have to show her you are not the idiot Michel that you have been a few past days,” said Severino. “But first I have to shift my anger to other people. Narciso lied
Fuming in anger, Renata was pacing up and down in her room. Severino tried to make her eat something, but she was not opening her door. The flashes of what happened last night kept creeping into her brain.How Stephan ran his hands over her arms, how he pulled her closer and kissed her neck and breast, how he kept tearing away at her clothes, how he put his hands over her thighs, how Michelangelo barged in, how he just shot him between the eyes, everything was fresh in her mind.Now she knew why Michelangelo kept calling her a liar, a betrayer. He thought she slept with other men. How could he think like that? Didn’t he trust her? He trusted the word of his brother, that asshole, who kidnapped her and threw her to wolves?What photographs was he talking about? What was in those photographs? How could he trust some photographs? Well, if it would have been her, she too would have trusted her eyes. But photos can be photoshopped, did he check the authenticity before hating her?He turned
Severino had his mouth open and kept babbling vowels after vowels. Nothing coherent came out of his mouth. He could not believe what he was seeing. That was impossible. It was forbidden. With his expression, Michelangelo knew that Renata would too be surprised. He just wanted to see her smile.“Follow me!” said Michelangelo and started walking towards Renata’s room.“Me?” Severino was shocked and confused.“Not you, them,” said Michelangelo and walked forward. He knocked at her door and said, “Ren! Please open the door. A few people want to meet you.”“Go away!!” shouted Renata in anger.“You guys talk to her. She will only reply to you,” said Michelangelo to the guests.“Ren!”Renata’s eyes widened with shock. She knew that voice. How come that voice was reaching her ears? How was the owner of the voice talking to her in the presence of Mi
Severino requested the girls to have something to eat and all the girls forced Renata to eat something. But she had a condition, she didn’t want to see Michelangelo’s face. Severino conveyed that message, and the girls happily came out of the room.She thought she might not see Michelangelo and after so many days spent her time wither family. But Michelangelo was standing in the dining room. And as per her request, he hid his face with a cloth napkin. So, he was standing there and his face was hidden. He was not showing his face to her.Renata closed her eyes in annoyance and hung her head low. She didn’t want to laugh but her friends were laughing.Michelangelo said sorry to her. He went and brought her friends for her. When she said she didn’t want to look at his face, he hid his face. Was Michelangelo trying to change? Was he trying to repent? She smiled at his antics but controlled herself.“Sev! I said I don’t want
“After that, as Michel said he never touched me, he stopped going to his office. He started wasting his time and money on prostitutes. He started bringing them here. Sometimes, one, sometimes two, sometimes more. The noises… uff. It was unbearable,” continued Renata. “At first, I pitied myself, cried my eyes out about you and Michel. I couldn’t talk to you guys, and I kept seeing him having sex with God knows who. I hated him for what he did to me, but the heart wants what the heart wants. I still like him,” Renata gave a pitiful smile. “One day he came with three girls, and I was ready. I was ready to ask him to act like a human being and not a douchebag. For the first time, I entered his room. He screamed at me and asked what I was doing in her room, and I was ready. I shouted at him. He asked me what I wanted, and I said to talk. “He tried to break me down and said that slaves don’t talk, and you all know how sassy I can be when I want to. But he was not ready to talk, he was as
“Then Severino took care of me. The servants were called back, and I was asked to just rest. Severino was the real companion at that time. He was my true friend. He calmed me down, he helped me, he was the one who told me that you were here, Sam,” said Renata. “Michel tried to hide but he cared for me. He made sure that I ate something, but I could not look at him. I was scared of him. It was so easy for him to kill. How can a human being kill so easily? He stopped entering my room as he didn’t want to give me another shock. But Sev told me that Michel took care of me after I fainted. He changed my clothes, wiped the blood and everything. “After that night I started getting nightmares. I could not bear to look at Michel. I would shiver every time I would see him. To make it easy for me, he started going out, I don’t know where, maybe his office of that god awful club, Sevendale. “One day he came back early when I was having my lunch. I don’t know how but I froze. My feet didn’t reme