“Ding!” The sound of my phone snapped me from my sleep. My eyes slowly stretched open. My body was aching and it intensified as I wad myself out of bed. I turned towards the other side of the bed and checked to see if Antonio was in bed but then he wasn’t. I gasped and picked up the phone that had chimed. I unlocked my phone with my eyes still rotund and craving for more sleep. It was a message from Bianca. I smiled! Hey Orgy, I miss you and I hope you are fine? I hope you reached Italy safely and plus I hope the devil hasn’t devoured you yet. Please stay safe Orgy and call me when you are free. пока!I smiled all through while reading the text. The name Orgy was a silly name only Bianca called me whenever we were alone. I heaved a sigh as memories of ourselves came to mind. How time flew, from just kids, now I was a married woman to the most feared Man in Italy. I stood up from the bed and moved towards the window. The room was void of pictures or artifacts. I pulled the shades a
“I really love the brassiere you wore yesterday,” Guila expressed and my eyes splintered. I spun to her with narrowed eyes. She whiffed a smile and winked at me. I was even more stupefied as I wondered where she had seen my bra. “Huh? What are you talking about?” I quizzed. She said nothing but smiled and headed away from the mysterious door. I gave the door a last stare before I followed behind Guila with varied thoughts in my head.“I love the bra that you wore yesterday, that’s what I’m saying. The purple bra” she reiterated while walking.“How? How do you know the bra I wore yesterday?” I was even more dazed and shocked. I threw back at the white dress I wore yesterday. “I don’t understand how you know that because the dress I wore wasn’t even revealing and I am sure you wouldn’t have seen my bra from it so how do you know what I wore?” I persisted and held her hand, stopping her from striding. “Wait, you don’t know? You don’t remember?” She looked at me surprised. I was more b
I quickly leaped up from the bed and wrapped my nightgown more tightly to my body. Antonio’s hand was on his belly while his white shirt was drenched with blood. “О Боже! (Oh God!)” I exclaimed and rushed to him with fear. His eyes were dark and scary still. “What happened?” I held his hand while he sat on the table that carried some room lights. He groaned and looked at me dearly. His eyes deepened but his only reaction was continuous groans. “I’m fine” he finally spoke and pulled off his suit jacket. I quickly rushed to the drawer where he had pulled out the first aid kit the last time. I brought it back to him. “Please come sit on the bed,” I said.“No, I'm fine, don’t worry about me. Go to bed” he declined and applied more pressure on the wound. I couldn’t have a clear sight of the injury because firstly it was covered in blood and he also pressed on it. “Please, just sit on the bed” I insisted and folded my hands. Seeing him bleed freaked me out. As much as I had seen a lot
“Can I take Olga with me?” Guila said and my eyes flared out of their sockets. I gaped at Guila in wonder. She darted at me while my lips broke scarcely. I wasn’t expecting that from her. Antonio’s gaze ran over me. He pierced deep into my soul with his orbs. He blinked and looked at Guila who had her hands folded and begging with her eyes. “Hell no! What is wrong with you Guila!? Olga is meant to be a housewife. She didn’t come to Italy to go on city tours.” Kira chipped in. The sound of the “housewife” made my body itch in irritation. Everyone was anxious apart from Antonio who remained undisturbed. “Come on Kira, can you stop saying that? Olga just came to the city and it’s not bad if she views the city.” Guila interjected and wagged her head. Voices became rigid and loud, but still, Antonio said nothing but just left his right hand in his pocket as everything unfolded. “Shut up Guila! How dare you raise your voice at me!? Olga is meant to only live for this household and not g
My heart throbbed rapidly like never before. My hands held Dima who was somewhat unconscious. Guila trembled behind me while I sat on the floor with Dima sheathed in my bosom. The attacker, who was dressed in a leather jacket and wore a mask, advanced towards us with his gun pointed at me while others ran away in fear. “Oh my goodness,”Guila cried behind me. I couldn’t help but let tears flow as I saw death right in front of me. Sweat mixed with tears marred my quivering face. “Please, please don’t kill us! Please!” Guila mewled from behind with hands tucked together. The attacker stared at us lethally with his gun pointed at us. I unhurriedly locked my eyes and pulled taut my clutch on Dima. It was my time to leave the world. I had detested the world but when it was time to leave, my heart just couldn’t allow it. I felt a cold sensation in my stomach. A wad of saliva hung in my throat and lips clamped firmly with each other. My story was to come to an end and it sure made me have
I was in the car with Antonio and I was seated on the front seat and opposite him while he drove. After slight persuasion, he consented to take me with him to interrogate one of the attackers that was caught.We were in the car in total silence. My eyes were bent scarcely while I enjoyed luminous light from the moon and stars that illuminated the sky. I didn’t know when last I took a night drive and doing it then was a wonderful feeling. The last time I did, it was when I tried running away from home but was caught. It was a terrible experience. Breathing the night air was fantastic. I sealed my eyes and relaxed my head on the rim of the seat. Whenever I closed my eyes, Dima’s face always made me shudder back to life. Antonio was all serious and driving fast like he owned the map of the road. I peeped at him for a second and turned back away. I wanted to appreciate him for saving my life but my ego wouldn’t let me. My lips shook but I didn’t allow myself to say a word. “Why did yo
Silence. That was the only thing heard while I lay on the bed beside Antonio. I goggled at the roof in the obscure darkness. I couldn’t sleep as much as I tried to. I didn’t have the guts to. After everything that happened, it was impossible for me to sleep. The love of my life was shot right in front of me. I saw a bullet puncture a man’s head in front of me. I also saw a man’s belly and intestines eaten by rats. Everything jammed together in my head and I couldn’t help but ponder on all of them. Antonio slept calmly as though nothing happened. I looked at him sleep with his left hand placed on his chest as he faced the roof too. I sat up and kicked back on the bed frame. I missed Dima and couldn’t wait to see him in the morning because Antonio had promised to take me to him in the morning. We had finished with the Chinese interrogation late in the night. I felt really uncomfortable. We also saw a dragon mark on the neck of the Chinese spy. Truly he was from the Triad I stood up fr
“Speak now! Why have you been following us!?” Antonio roared and pressed his elbow on the neck of the Asian man who stared in fear. “Following you? I have not been following you. I do not even know you. This is the first time I am seeing you” The Asian man struggled to speak. I stood by the side a little embarrassed as people stared at the scene.“Then why have you been pacing this ward since I came here? speak!” Antonio growled and pointed his face in the face of the Asian man who had fear written all over him. “That is because I am looking for my wife. I brought her for her antenatal but I couldn’t see her anymore.” He said trying to push himself away from Antonio but Antonio was too much of a size for Him to overpower“Let go of My husband” A voice came from behind. I turned and saw a woman up the duff hurrying towards the scene. I stared and watched in awe because it wasn’t making sense to me. “That is my wife” the Asian man pointed towards the woman who stood behind Antonio t
A mere seven days had passed since the tumultuous saga that had left our lives in disarray. Amidst the chaos, Antonio, always the thoughtful one, proposed a change of scenery. He suggested a brief respite in the picturesque paradise of Fiji, a mere three-day escape from our troubled world. As I reclined on a comfortable chaise lounge, the ethereal spectacle of the sun setting over the horizon unfolded before me. Its golden hues cast dancing reflections upon the tranquil waters, offering a soothing balm to my troubled soul. After the storm, a modicum of serenity was what we all craved, and Antonio, in his infinite wisdom, provided just that.In the quietude of that moment, my mind wandered to Guila. How had she managed to orchestrate her enigmatic partnership with the enigmatic Triad at such a tender age? It was a riddle that confounded not only me but also Dima. The intricacies of her dealings with Dima, a man shrouded in mystery himself, left me in a perpetual state of bewilderment. C
“Guila!” I called out, my voice trembling with disbelief and shock, as I found myself utterly stunned by the sight before me. It was undeniably Guila standing there, right in front of my eyes, and my heart seemed to skip countless beats in response.The deafening symphony of gunfire came to an abrupt halt as Antonio, equally dumbfounded and bewildered as I, urgently signaled his men to cease fire. Even the formidable Triad members, their weapons still raised, appeared momentarily paralyzed by the unexpected turn of events.“Guila,” Antonio’s voice quivered with a mixture of astonishment and confusion as he spoke her name. He took a tentative step forward, his eyes never leaving his long-lost sister, as though drawn by an invisible force compelling him to confront this surreal moment. “How on earth is this possible? What in the name of all that’s holy is happening here?” His voice carried a perplexed urgency, echoing the sentiment shared by everyone present.“Brother,” Guila responded,
Antonio and I embarked on a journey in the car, a journey filled with uncertainty and foreboding, as we headed toward the precise location where Marino had cryptically hinted that Dima could be found. It was a venture that had begun with resistance; Antonio, initially reluctant to have me accompany him, had attempted to disinvest me from joining this perilous pursuit. My determination, however, proved unyielding, and through persuasive persistence, I managed to sway his opinion, compelling him to change his mind.As we settled into the car’s cozy interior and initiated our drive, I couldn’t help but be swept away by the world outside. The night sky was a canvas adorned with countless stars, each one a brilliant beacon in the vast cosmic tapestry. Their collective radiance illuminated the heavens, casting a mesmerizing glow that both captivated and comforted me. The soft, soothing breeze that gently caressed my face seemed to be a harbinger of the journey’s challenges, promising both s
“Why, Dima? Why did you have to do this?” My voice wavered as I found myself sitting amidst the luxurious grandeur of the room’s intricate decor. It was the same night, and I perched beside the bed, my legs drawn up and my arms wrapped around them, seeking solace in their embrace.The world had lost its coherence, leaving me awash in a sea of bewildering emotions. Tears flowed freely, mingling with my thoughts as I tried to decipher the enigma that was Dima’s inexplicable actions. I reached for my phone, an electronic lifeline that, to my dismay, remained stubbornly out of touch with his. How could someone I had known intimately for so long suddenly transform into a perplexing enigma? It was as though our shared history had been a mere illusion, evaporating into the ether.With each drawn breath came heavy sighs, laden with the weight of unanswered questions. “I need answers, Dima!” I declared, springing abruptly from my position on the floor. The stark contrast between my emotional t
“No, this simply cannot be true,” I whispered, my mind struggling to reconcile the impossible scene unfolding before my very eyes. It felt as though I had been thrust into a nightmarish tableau, and my eyes brimmed with disbelief. My hand shook uncontrollably, desperately clutching onto something solid for support, as if the ground itself threatened to give way beneath me.The word “No” escaped my quivering lips like a mantra, an involuntary chant in the face of this heart-wrenching revelation. I shook my head repeatedly, as though by sheer force of will, I could erase the undeniable truth that lay before me. But it was futile; there was no escaping it—it was Dima, unmistakably and undeniably Dima, and no one else.Antonio’s voice, surprisingly gentle in the midst of the emotional tempest, cut through the deafening silence. “I hope you believe me now,” he said, his eyes holding steady on mine. Slowly, I turned to him, my fingers gently releasing their grip on the phone that had brought
“I’ve got a lot swirling around in my head right now, and I’m not really sure where to start,” Jane confessed, her voice quivering slightly. Her visible unease hinted at the weight she’d been carrying in her heart. Tyler’s focus was increasingly drawn in by the intensity of the situation. His gaze grew more resolute as he studied her, his eyes fixed intently upon her.“I’m here to lend an ear,” Tyler offered sincerely, his eagerness to hear Jane’s thoughts palpable. “By the way, it’s quite noisy here. If you’d prefer, we could continue this conversation in my car,” he suggested, providing an alternative option for a quieter and more private setting.Amidst the cacophony of the surroundings, Jane’s apprehension seemed to blend with the ambient noise, making it even more essential for them to find a more serene environment to discuss matters. Tyler’s compassionate offer held a touch of understanding, recognizing the need for a space where Jane could freely share her thoughts without the
Gazing at Antonio, I found myself lost in a sea of contemplation, grappling with the complexity of his words. A jittery feeling coursed through me, like the flutter of a thousand butterflies taking flight within my chest. My lips quivered as if they held unspoken truths, but the words remained elusive, dancing just beyond my reach. I was enveloped in a peculiar silence, a silence that spoke volumes of the emotions that churned within me.In that suspended moment, I was confronted with the realization that my response held the power to shape the delicate equilibrium of our connection. My thoughts raced like wild stallions, each one vying for attention, each emotion vying for expression. It was as if the crossroads Tyler had led me to was a convergence of paths, a convergence of emotions, leaving me standing at the intersection of introspection and vulnerability.And so, as I looked into his eyes, my gaze a mirror reflecting the depth of my emotions, I understood that this question wasn
The words hung in the air like an impenetrable fog, each syllable carrying a weight that seemed to press down on my chest. "No way," I repeated, my voice a shaky whisper that struggled to find footing amidst the tumultuous emotions that surged within me. The revelation felt like a seismic shift, an earthquake that shattered the reality I had known.My eyes remained wide, as if by sheer force of will I could unmask the truth behind this perplexing revelation. The disbelief was etched across my features, my brow furrowed as my mind grappled with the incongruity of it all. "Dima? Killed Guila?" I muttered, as if saying the words aloud would somehow bring clarity to the chaos in my thoughts.Antonio's calm demeanor juxtaposed starkly with my inner turmoil. His gaze held mine with unwavering serenity, as though he had anticipated my shock and turmoil all along. There was a depth to his eyes, a well of understanding that transcended the words he was about to say. My own emotions were a mael
The sensation of his lips against mine was electric, a powerful current that surged through my veins. It felt as though he had dismantled all the barriers that had previously stood between us during moments of intimacy. This kiss was a revelation, a testament to the transformation that had taken hold of him. As our lips melded, it was like I was kissing an entirely different person—a person who had shed his armor to expose his true self.His hand found its way to the nape of my neck, pulling me in deeper as the kiss intensified. Our lips moved with a fervor that echoed the depth of our emotions, and our tongues danced in a tantalizing exchange. Soft moans and whispered grunts escaped from us, lost in the rhythm of our passionate embrace. With every brush of our lips, every mingling of our breaths, I felt a tantalizing sensation that was entirely new. It was as though I was kissing him for the first time, a revelation that defied our history and redefined the boundaries of our connecti