LAURA'S POV“Is he dead?” Kora rushed to my side, checking if the man was truly lifeless. “Oh my God! Oh my goodness!” I gasped, tears streaming down my face.“Babe, the guy is dead,” she whispered, and I stood frozen in place, more tears falling. She quickly typed on her phone, and it wasn’t long before Bryan arrived with the police.“Mine,” he called softly, and I broke down, sobbing as he pulled me into his arms, rubbing my back to soothe me.“I’m here, everything’s under control. Trust me, baby,” he repeated over and over again as I cried.I felt traumatized and didn’t know how to process what had just happened. The police asked us a few questions before letting us go, also taking Bryan’s car for further investigation.“Sweetheart,” he began, noticing how tightly I clung to his hand as he drove us home. “You know you need to talk to me, right? Laura, I’m worried.” He glanced over as I wiped away more tears.“He was murdered because of me, Bryan,” I whispered, but he shook his hea
LAURA'S POV"Let's break up. I can't do this anymore," I declared, watching as he stared at me like I had completely lost it."Laura, you know what happened to me when Mia left. I can't... bear to lose you too," he responded in a soft voice, and my heart ached for him, but I have to do this, I have to take this step."Bryan, we shouldn't have gotten into this relationship in the first place. I'm so sorry," I added softly, and he pulled me closer."Is it because of Sylvia? You're leaving me because she's in the picture now?" His voice trembled, and I felt tears rolled down my cheeks."Mia died because of your involvement with the likes of Sylvia and the mafia!" I snapped, anger surging through me as he looked at me in disbelief. I knew I had crossed a line with those words, and he turned away."Leave," he muttered, barely audible, as he struggled to keep his anger in check."Get out!" he suddenly roared, and I cried harder.At that moment, I knew I had made a huge mistake by bringing u
BRYAN'S POV"I'm pregnant," Sylvia repeated, and I stared at her, completely speechless. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. The fact that she seemed so relaxed about this was giving me a mini heart attack."Sylvia, you can't be pregnant," I uttered in total confusion, and she looked at me as if I'd lost it."Bryan, are you serious right now? I just told you I'm carrying your baby, I'm carrying our baby and all you can say is I can't be pregnant? What do you mean I can't be pregnant?" she shouted, her voice rising in anger."I..." I started but trailed off, and she let out a bitter chuckle."Don't mess with me, Bryan. You can't get me pregnant and then act like I'm accusing you of something you didn’t do!" she exclaimed, tge frustration was clear in her voice."Sylvia, I was drunk. You know I'm still trying to heal from what happened between me and Laura," I muttered quietly, keeping my tone calm."Laura, Laura, Laura! Is that all you ever think about? What's wrong with yo
BRYAN'S POVA YEAR AND A FEW MONTHS LATER.“The goods have already arrived, and I’m certain David understands what’s expected of him,” Trenton commented, placing the files on my desk. He sat across from me, dressed in a shiny black three piece suit that fit him perfectly. He leaned back in his chair, trying to figure out my thoughts. After the whole incident with Laura, I gave up fighting Blake and threw myself into the business. The mafia isn’t just about bloodshed, guns, and crime. It’s a place where only the ruthless and selfish thrive. The weak are taken advantage of, and the rich grow richer, while the poor get poorer. “The shipment for Blake in Venice didn’t go as planned. We lost five soldiers,” Oscar reported, and I rubbed my face in frustration. Blake is using Premium Trust to cover up his dirty dealings. “Again? What went wrong this time, Oscar?” I burst out angrily, lighting a cigarette. The smell filled the room as Oscar ran a hand through his hair. “Trent and I
LAURA'S POV“Red Rose! Red Rose! Red Rose!” the crowd chanted as I faced off against my opponent in the ring. Sweat dripped from my face, soaking my shirt. I wiped the blood from the corner of my lip and threw a punch, sending the girl stumbling. Seizing the moment, I attacked again, hitting her with all my strength. She groaned in pain as she fell on the floor, the crowd roaring in excitement. Just before I could throw another blow, someone pulled me away. “That’s enough,” a male voice commanded as he dragged me back. “Control yourself, Laura!” he hissed, but I shot him an angry glare. “Get out of the ring,” he ordered, and I took a deep breath before stepping out. We left the underground fighting arena as the crowd continued to cheer. “Laurette…” he started, and I turned around. “It’s Laura. I hope I don’t have to repeat myself. Be more careful jumping into the ring during my fights,” I warned him strictly, my voice laced with anger. He rubbed his neck awkwardly. “
BRYAN'S POV"Good morning, son," Mom greeted me as she strolled into my room, carrying a tray in her hands, smiling warmly in my direction. She had come by because Sylvia and I would be getting married in a few months."Mom..." I responded, surprised. She chuckled, setting the tray down on the table."I know you're going to try and skip breakfast like always," she teased, placing her hands firmly on her waist."I have to go out of the city for business," I explained, but she just chuckled again, unconcerned."That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t eat, son. Health comes before wealth son," she reminded me, stepping closer to help knot my tie."You’re pushing yourself too hard. We talked about this just last month," she scolded lightly, as she narrowed her eyes with concern. I sighed softly."I’ve been taking better care of myself lately," Iuttered, and she shook her head immediately."Skipping meals isn’t taking care of yourself. That’s a terrible habit," she pointed out, gesturing toward the
BRYAN'S POV"The Godfather informed me that you would be coming over, so I made reservations to welcome you," one of our trusted men residing in the territory announced immediately as I walked in."I've been here for a day now, Dan. What's up with things around here? We already lost some of our men lately, and the shipments didn't go as planned," I asked, as we walked in together."Boss, the business hasn't been in good shape. The attack on our factory last night was something else. Our men narrowly escaped." He began."Whoever is heading the attacks on the business must be very dangerous and out to ruin you," he explained, as he led me towards the sitting room."Boss," the men bowed when they saw me.It was a sign of respect they gave to every member of the mafia business, something I had learned to get used to."We need to talk more about this issue and devise a means to get on with the business, and protect the workers as well.""Copy that, Boss," he replied and shook hands with me
BRYAN'S POVI stared at Trenton and Oscar as they explained everything that happened in my absence, how they managed to get my ex and bring her back into the city, not just into the city but into my mansion."Do you even hear yourself right now, Trenton?" I burst out angrily."Bryan, I know you're pissed off right now. Sylvia might have heard from the servants around that she lives in your mansion, but we both know things are going south, especially with Godfather trying to sabotage you from the inside," Oscar explained, and I took deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves."Sylvia and I will be getting married soon. How do you even expect her to come to terms with this reality?""Are you guys for real right now?" I yelled angrily, and they just rubbed their necks nervously."Calm down and think of this as a way to end this game. You know she's useful," Trenton argued, and an uncomfortable silence filled the room.My ride back to the estate was a quiet one, my thoughts were filled with t