Please shower me with gems.
Afanasiia closed the door of the closet and moved to her sister’s room. Without knocking she entered the room and shouted, “Yeka! What are you doing? We are late for dinner, let’s go!” “Get out! I am talking to my friends,” nine-year-old Yekaterina shouted at Afanasiia and threw a pillow at her which Afanasiia caught easily with just one hand. Afanasiia said nothing. She just raised one of her eyebrows and stared at Yekaterina. She understood that she had no choice but to listen to her sister. She never understood why everyone was scared of Afanasiia. She never saw her raising her voice at anyone. She never saw her scolding anyone. Yet everyone would walk on eggshells around her. She just knew her sister would travel around the world for some “business”. What she worked on, Yekaterina had no knowledge of that. Even if she asked, Afanasiia would say that after she grows up, she would tell her everything. She just knew that her father and sister worked together, and they had their own
The second hand of the clock kept ticking and ticking and Stephan grew nervous and nervous. He was given one job, one job and he was not sure if he would succeed. He kept gulping and gulping and staring at his wristwatch. He knew it was his day to die, either Tikhon would kill him or Afanasiia. Tikhon, Afanasiia, and Stephan were on the patio enjoying a nutty, earthy cigar and delicious vodka. Afanasiia was only 19 years old, yet she was treated as an adult in that house. She had a say in everything, every decision. She was not only skilful, but she was also extremely intelligent. Everyone knew she was going to be the next Supreme Boss after Tikhon would retire. They were on the patio away from all the women of the house as they had to discuss the terms and conditions of the new contract the Heeler received. Frenwan Cosca wanted to kill the son of a politician to show the politician what SMS was capable of. To control the father, they were going after the son. While they were going
Afanasiia stood before her closet and placed the blood-soaked silver heels in their place. He kept staring at the heels for a long time. The content face of Samiul kept haunting her. He was at peace while dying but her heart was in chaos. Her father made her kill the love of her life. He never thought she could fall in love with anyone. But Samiul was special. He was kind, smart and treated Afanasiia as a girl and not a killer even after she told him everything. Why she told him everything, why she trusted him, she had no idea. Maybe it was love. She still remembered how one day she was tasked to take care of the consignment. There were no vigilantes wrong against SMS then. Only a few policemen were blackmailing SMS to get the products across the borders. All were taking the fat out of the milk for themselves. So, Tikhon sent Afanasiia to teach them a lesson. She reached the ports after the men and women were already loaded in the trucks. She sat in the driver’s seat and started the
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
One year later….Michelangelo snaked his hand under Renata’s waist and pulled her closer to himself. She moaned a little in her sleep but adjusted herself as the small spoon. He kissed on her neck and sighed happily.His love was sleeping close to him and there were no enemies around except the two alarm clocks, one boy and a girl, who could wake up at any time disturbing Renata’s beauty sleep. She needed that sleep to look good tomorrow. After one whole year of proposing, Renata finally said yes to him and they were going to be married tomorrow. He could not sleep due to excitement. He again looked at Renata. She had gained weight because of childbirth and her full figure made her look even prettier. If she was hot before, she was irresistible now.He lowered the string of her spaghetti top and started planting wet kisses all over her neck and shoulder. Renata groaned a little and tried to move away from him but he pulled her even closer and wrapped his arms around her tightly.“Mic
The big court was full of people. The head of coscas, Tikhon, Consiglieres, the enforcers, the footmen, everyone was present there waiting for their hearing. Tikhon was sitting beside his lawyer in his seat with his head down. After the death of Aurora, he spoke the bare minimum. He just opened his mouth to answer whatever was being asked to him. It was like he was broken from the inside. The woman he loved the most was dead. His vast empire had crumbled down. All the people working for him were under arrest. His wife, his daughter hated him. No one was with him, no one cared about him anymore. He was a broken shell of a man. The judge arrived and everyone stood up. The girls and Michelangelo were sitting in the back behind the Aagua State Attorney (ASA). Interpol had done its job and handed everything to the local government. After Aagua would be done punishing, Tikhon and the head of Coscas would go back to Siago to face charges there too. Aagua state attorney stood up first and g
The precinct was filled with people from SMS. There was no place inside the prison for their holding. Tikhon was still screaming for Aurora but she was dead. Nika was taken to the hospital and Aurora to the morgue. Yekaterina was not officially arrested yet she never left Renata’s side. She clung to her as if her life depended on it. Interpol people were reviewing all the evidence collected and matching names with everyone present there. The whole precinct was echoing with sounds like ‘I didn’t do anything’, ‘I am innocent’, ‘I never laid hands on anyone’, ‘I was just the bodyguard’, ‘let me go’, etc. “You need to sit down. I have to go to prison, Yeka,” said Renata. “You are not under arrest, you cannot come inside.” “But where should I go? I have no one left,” sobbed Yekaterina. “You have your mother. Prestige! Can you take her to the hospital? Yeka! You need to be with her. If you need anything say Renata Zyanya have sent you,” ordered Renata. “Who?” asked Yekaterina. “Renata
Aurora was not ready for what Renata was saying. What did she mean by she was four steps ahead? With one move Aurora was sure that she would make Renata bend her knees before her then why was she smiling and not afraid? Did she stop loving her sister? Did she not care about her? Was her hatred of her father so great that she was ready to sacrifice her sister? Aurora looked to her side where Renata was staring. What was she doing? Why was she looking at Yekaterina? “Bring her to me,” snapped Aurora and signalled Aurelie. Aurora looked at Renata and spewed poison, “You are against auction ring. Then see what I will do to your sister in the auction ring. I will sell her again and again to different people for one night each. She will be branded odal over and over again till we run out of the skin to brand her. I will turn your sister into a whore, a prostitute. She will live to pleasure men and women. Your sister will beg for death, but I will not allow her to die. She will be my whore,
“Fanasi! What…?” Vicktor was shocked to his core.“She killed Samiul, Vicktor, she killed him. She told everything to Tikhon. She told him how I wanted to shut down the auction ring. But it was the greatest source of her income. How could she let that go? She is behind everything, Tikhon is just her puppet, smitten by her. You think Tikhon hit her, abused her, no, he never laid a hand on her. Everything was a ruse.“You are such a great actress. Aren’t you? You made everyone believe that you were the victim, but everyone else was the victim. I hated Nika for torturing you, but you endured all because you had to get sympathy from everyone. The first odal!” Renata scoffed. “You sold yourself to show everyone how good the auction ring business was. He bought you because you asked him to.“You even let him brand you. You are the one who started this kidnapping, this torture, this buying and selling, this abuse-culture. How sadist are you? Just to get some money you are okay to sell young
Renata was shocked to the core. She could not believe what was happening. Tikhon was coming close to her. But it was not the way she hoped for. She had her mother in his grip. She was ready to kill his first odal just to get Renata. So many guns were pointed at her and her team. How was she going to get out of this situation? Tikhon was almost in her face. He grabbed her neck and brought her face closer to himself. His eyes were dripping fear but his hands were not afraid of her. He knew she loved her mother and would do anything to save her. “I am going to kill you. I will burn the skin off you and then chop you into pieces. This time you will stay dead. No one is taking SMS away from me. SMS will live,” he kept gritting his teeth. His saliva kept flying on Renata’s face. She never even flinched. “No, please,” Aurora begged. “Oh, but I forgot, you are pregnant. You daughter of a whore, you are pregnant. Are you sure your kid is Michel’s? or are you trying to trap him just like yo
The day was extremely bright that day. The day of the coronation arrived. Renata was locked in her house as she knew she was going to get her father. He was going to lose. Michelangelo had planned everything, and she was ready for it. But was she really ready to destroy her father and his empire? Her mind was occupied with Yeka and her mother, Aurora. She knew that Tikhon knew that she was coming, and he would definitely use them as a shield. Although she had a plan in motion, she was not sure if she would succeed. Something was going to be wrong she had an intuition. “Are you ready?” Sameeksha knocked at the door. Renata opened the door and exhaled loudly. “Woah! You don’t look good,” said Sameeksha. Renata raised one finger and ran to the bathroom. Whatever she ate last night, she puked everything. Sameeksha ran to the bathroom after her and kept caressing her back. Renata sat down on the bathroom floor after puking her guts. “Oh!” Renata groaned. “Feeling okay, now?” asked Same
Renata’s plan to irk them was working. Her plan to teach everyone a lesson was working.“You bastard! You daughter of an odal. You dare do this to us,” snapped all three at her and stood up. Vikentiy raised his gun at her.Renata lowered her eyes and took a deep sigh. She then raised her head to look at him and with fire in her eyes stood up. She walked up to him and put her head on the barrel of his gun.“Do it! Let’s see how much courage you have,” taunted Renata. “If you kill me, my people might give you your kids back.”“Ren!” shouted Hazel and a few of Renata’s team members stood up in shock.Renata raised her finger to shut her up. Everyone sat back down. Looking at her fierce eyes Vikentiy backed down. He lowered his gun and went down to his knees. “Please, not my daughter. She did nothing to you. Please let her go! She is just a kid.”Renata grabbed a chuck of his hair and yanked it hard, making him look at her. She lowered her face to look directly into his eyes and snapped,
Renata had to work fast. Even though she knew the abductees were safe in her place she didn’t want to give Tikhon a chance to rescue them. Well, no one knew where she was except her team and now Michelangelo. His plan was on point. On the day of the coronation, he would smuggle everyone inside the hall and then they could attack Tikhon as the security around him would be minimal. All eyes would be on Michelangelo that day, but Renata’s eyes would be on Tikhon. She knew her mother would be there, and he might use her. But Tikhon loved Aurora the most in his life, maybe he might not put her in harm’s way. The only person she was concerned about was, Yekaterina, her half-sister. She sent her people to keep an eye on her, but Yekaterina was surrounded by Tikhon’s people. It would be difficult to get her out. Her people had scheduled the meeting with Octavius, Zhaohui and Vikentiy. The meeting was fixed in a public place. A big table was reserved at a famous restaurant, and everyone was s