Elena lay sprawled on the bed as she watched Imani paint.“You know, there’s so much to do with so little time.”“Don’t fret, Imani, you have done so much already. Your pieces are really beautiful,” Elena encouraged her. “I promise you’re going to sell…in fact…” she raised her hand. “I’ll be your first buyer.”Imani spun around. “Are you for real? You’re going to come?”“You bet I will. If I don’t show up, it is definitely not going to happen. Why would you think for a second that I wouldn’t show up?”Imani sat down on a stool. “It is just since we got back home, we have never hung out, not as much as we used to, the past year.”Elena scooted closer and took her hand in hers, “Imani, I am sorry if I have been distant. My father has been unsettled since I got back, and as much as I understand it, I hate that it has come between us.”Imani leaned forward. “I get it, Elena, I do, and I am here if you need anything.”Elena gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “You bet I will, and get the th
Romano sipped a glass of whisky before speaking, "What is the status of things?”A tall, muscular man stood to his feet, dressed in a fine Italian suit. He was in his mid-twenties, with short brown hair. “Our shipments arrived at the docks…” he announced, “As usual, we encountered no difficulties in clearing the goods. Lorenzo and Faustino have picked up the goods from the docks and they will be dispatched by midnight at the latest.”“Luca Moretti,” Romano called out, a grin plastered on his face. “Good work.” He shifted his gaze to the big, burly man. “Colombano? my money?”“A hundred grand has been sent to the clubs. Zanetti picked it up this afternoon, and it should be squeaky clean before the end of the week.”“So it was good business, huh?” Romano asked in a cheerful voice. “Yes,” they answered in unison.“Anything else?”Orlando cleared his throat. Ricci rolled his eyes. Luca scoffed.“Orlando.”He leaned closer to Romano and whispered inaudibly in his ears. A sly smile played
Orlando tapped his fingers along the steering wheel in a rhythmic pattern. He was parked on one side of the road, overlooking the tall apartment building. Watching the people go inside and out, as time passed, fewer people showed up at the entrance.He was all too familiar with this routine. After all, he had been Romano’s errand boy for only a few years. Romano, in a rare act of kindness, had picked him off the streets and offered him shelter and food, more than he had been offered all his life.At first, he had done all of Romano’s dirty work. Even then, they might not have agreed with him, but he did it anyway. He owed it to Romano for practically saving his life. So, on most nights, he was sitting in a car outside an apartment building, or he was taking a smoke, inconspicuously blending into the sea of people. Other times, he was sipping a coffee in the park, or reading a book. It did not matter what he was doing; his hawk-like eyes were always trained on his prize. He was observ
“Did you see the look on his face, Imani?” Elena threw her head backwards and burst into laughter, “It was hilarious…” Her voice trailed off when she spotted him.Even Imani had stopped giggling. She leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “You should see the look on your face right now.”“Hello, Elena,” Luca stood to his feet, a pleasant smile on his face.Mr. Richardson turned around. “Hello, girls,” his voice was solemn.“What are you…” Imani lightly nudged her from behind. “It is really nice to see you,” she said and began playing with her fingers.The room became awkwardly silent until Richardson broke it. “Come and have dinner with us, girls.”“Thank you very much, Mr. Richardson, but I think I will have to decline,” Imani responded with a polite smile.“Why is that?” he asked.Elena turned to look at her pleadingly. “I have dinner plans of my own with my boyfriend…”“Wow, I had no…” Elena interrupted.Imani waved her phone in her hands. “And he just called.”Elena rolled her e
Elena noisily descended the stairs. She was clad in a tank top, and her hair was tied atop her head in a messy bun. She spotted her father at the dining table, a cup of coffee in her hands as he typed away on his laptop.He looked up at her when he heard her walk in. Their eyes met; she spun around and stomped up the stairs. “Are you going to continue ignoring me, Elena?” He queried.“As long as it takes!” she yelled back.He heaved a deep sigh. Elena stopped in her tracks and turned around and walked down the staircase.Richardson took a long sip of his coffee before speaking. “I am glad you’re joining me.”She let out a huge sigh before plopping down on a chair far away from him. He pushed his laptop to the side and focused his attention on her, “I am all ears, Elena.”She sighed. “I just want to have a quiet breakfast, dad.”“Tell me, you cannot be that upset about this, are you? If he really cares…”She massaged her temples and let out short spurts of air. “Why do you always have
Camila hummed Elena’s favorite tune as she rearranged the picture frames. Elena would play it for her almost every time as a child. It was a habit of hers to reminisce about all the memories she had shared with this family. What else could an old woman do except think about all her experiences? If she was honest with herself, there was almost nothing to do around. There were a lot of other maids who cleaned and cooked meals. Doing this was helpful, however, it helped her not to worry about anything. It took her mind off her worries, and it was much needed as she was slowly losing her mind every passing day, wondering where Mr. Richardson was… She picked up a picture frame and smiled at it. It was one with Elena in it, posing with a guitar in her hand. She was a...The doors to the mansion pulled open with a very strong force, startling Camila and causing her to let go of the frame in her hand, shattering it into many pieces. She gasped in fright when she saw the m
The last few hours had passed by in a blur. Elena was almost tempted to think it had not happened at all. It did not help that she had passed out for most of it.She struggled to open her eyes as she slowly adjusted to the bright lighting in the room. She had a banging headache that wouldn’t go away. She could hardly collect any sensible thought, let alone explain why she was here and what she was doing here.She sat up with a start. Her eager eyes scanned the unfamiliar room. She stared at the unfamiliar silk sheets. As comfy as they were, this was not her bed, or any bed she had been on for that matter. She stared at the large television opposite her. Silent images showed up on the screen. She stared at her clothes. She still had on the boring t-shirt and grey sweatpants she had put on that morning. She ran her fingers desperately through her head. “What is happening?” She muttered to herself.She leaned toward the side cupboard and began to search for her ph
“No”There was a sudden stillness that filled the room. It was such a simple word yet it meant a lot. Someone had dared challenged Romano’s authority, in open. When Luca heard the word, he was shocked. Even more so when he heard who it came from. He looked up at him, then back at Elena. What in the devil’s name was going on here?Romano was halfway towards his seat when he heard the word. He did not have to turn around to know who it came from. He could feel the sparks flying around the tense room. He was livid with anger and that was putting it lightly. Someone had openly challenged his decision, that someone was Orlando. Regardless of who it was he couldn’t let it go, not when he had done it in front of anyone. His reputation was on the line...Elena spun around to stare at the man who had led her to this dungeon. The man who had plucked her from the safety of her home and had handed her on a platter to this blood-hungry men who wouldn’t hesitate to kill her. For a moment there, she
They walked around the store picking out a few items from the shelf; the basket was half full. When they got to the snack bar, he went wild. He threw in every snack he could lay his hand on, from sour to too sweet. She stopped protesting a long time ago because it was futile. He picked out a random jean short, two big t-shirts. Then he went to the underwear section; he stared at the underwear on display on the mannequin and then back at her. At that point, she was convinced there couldn’t be any day more embarrassing than today was. Her face was flushed; she avoided eye contact. He glanced at her and then back at the mannequin. He grabbed a few of them and then pulled her toward the bathroom. He whispered to Andre and handed him the rest of the other items. Andre nodded and walked away, and then they were finally alone.“Thank you,” she said to him as she extended a hand to take the items she needed from him, but he was still holding on. She glanced at the sign that said la
Elena jumped up in fright as the doors flung open. Orlando rushed in, worry etched on his features. His eyes scanned her body repeatedly.“Are you okay?” he asked as he closed the distance between them.She was taken aback, she merely nodded.He didn’t look convinced as he took in her appearance again. “What is the matter? The security guy at your door came to me…” He trailed off.“I…” She began playing with her fingers and avoided his gaze. “I…, I got my period,” she blurted out and averted her gaze. Her cheeks burned from embarrassment.It took him a moment to understand what she meant. He let out an inaudible sigh. The urgency with which the man had relayed the message, even interrupting a private meeting he was having with Don Russo, had caused him to panic. Well, he couldn’t blame him, he had put him in a chokehold over an open window, twenty stories high and threatened him to make sure Elena had what she needed at all times.
“I heard the tale of your epic failure…” Romano poured two glasses of whisky. “I am surprised you got out of that situation without Orlando having your head.” Sebastian took the glass from him. “I hope it stays that way,” his tone was threatening. Romano raised his hands in surrender. “I won’t say a word. What happened with the men you sent?” “I took care of it,” he exhaled and leaned backward on his chair. “I regret sending out the men to his home.” Romano took a sip from his glass. “You couldn’t help it, Sebastian. You need the art as much as I do, maybe even more. You have never been the type to overlook things like this…” “It wasn’t about the art.” Romano chuckled. “Pray tell then, what was it about?” His jaw ticked as he glared at him. “I wanted to show him he was reckless…” Romano shook his head. “Don’t sweat it, Sebastian. You’re not convincing anybody.” He
When she walked into her room that morning, she did not know what she was expecting to see, but she definitely was not expecting her room to be redecorated into a mini art station. The space near the tall glass windows overlooking the garden had a lot of items. There were canvas pieces of different sizes, arranged side by side. In a large cup holder, there were a variety of different brushes, including small detail brushes and flat brushes. There was a stool and a chair. A small apron was neatly folded and laid out on the stool. There were different buckets and palettes of paint; it was hard to identify which was which in one glance. There was a stack of sketchbooks and pencils on the tables and lots of other things she did not even realize she needed.Her hands went over her mouth as her lips curved into a wide smile. She chuckled lightly. It reminded her of old times. The first time her father went shopping for art supplies on her behalf. He had gotten all these random th
Orlando rubbed his eyes as he descended the stairs. Sebastian was in the living room, talking to two men. They tipped their heads at him and walked away carrying large duffel bags. “Sebastian, I told you I was going to handle this.”“The same way you handled the threat on Elena’s family,” Sebastian scoffed. “I don’t consider it handling when you divert all the troubles to your direction.”“What else would you have me do? They wouldn’t relent.”Sebastian shrugged. “I don’t know, anything else that’s not suicidal!” he snapped.Orlando sighed and plopped down on the chair.“Why do you even care so much?” Sebastian asked as he walked up to him. “Walk me through your thought process with this? What is your end game? What are you hoping to get out of this? What does this get you in the end?”He genuinely thought hard about those questions but he had no ready sensible answer to give Sebastian. “I don’t know…”“You’re going to g
Elena leaned back and burst into loud laughter. It didn't matter that they had been talking for hours, they never ran out of things to say. Camilla sat with them for a while until she began to doze off on the couch.She watched with a big smile on her face as Imani tried to help her to her room. She had protested, and after so much back and forth, Imani agreed to let her rest on the couch as long as she was comfortable. At first, Camilla was actively contributing to their conversation, then it turned to one-word replies, and later on, she was just staring at them. It didn't matter that she had assured her that it was okay to fall asleep.Camilla battled with sleep, it was like she wanted to watch over her, with a fear that as soon as she shut her eyes, she would go away. Elena had given up on trying to convince her to sleep. It didn't take long afterward she fell asleep on the couch. Imani moved away a bit but not too far away from Camilla. They were catc
Orlando opened his drawer and pulled out his burner. He dialed a number and put the phone in between his ear and shoulders as it rang. He continued rummaging through the drawers and pulled out a black latex gloves, putting them on.As soon as the line clicked. He spoke into the receiver. “Sebastian…”“What is it Orlando?” Sebastian asked, his voice tinged with seriousness. He knew Orlando wouldn’t call him on this line unless there was an emergency. “So I might need you to speed up the delivery of my shipment.”Sebastian was on alert. “Why is that?”Orlando exhaled and massaged his temples. “I don’t have much time. Can you just..."“If you’re not going to divulge, I will enlist the help of the family.”“Okay fine” Orlando cut him off. “My house was attacked and I just need…”“Wait…what?”Orlando resumed massaging his temples. “Yes. I will be needing a lot of the shipment.”
He rushed into the house, brandishing a gun in front of him, and pulled her behind him. He inputted the security code at the entrance. As the door opened up, he saw Merrill at the entrance. She rushed towards him, tears gushing out of her eyes. “They attacked the security men at the entrance, there was a lot of gunfire…” He pulled her into a hug. Merrill buried her head in his chest and began sobbing. They stayed that way for a while. Elena was terrified. She was with him when the call came in. The house had been shot up. The thought terrified her; those gunshots had been for her. They had come after her. One of the security guards walked in. He was a tall, burly man with bloodstains on his face and clothes. “What happened?” “They somehow managed to breach through the gates unnoticed,” the large man explained. “They came in a black van with no license plates. They took the men at the gates unaware…” “Any casualties?” Orlando cut in. “Three of our men were shot, Blake, Gun
Orlando was anything but calm as soon as he walked out of the door. He paced from one end to the other, then halted. He loosened his tie. Despite the strong air conditioning, he felt sweaty. He hated this feeling, the vulnerability he felt, why did he care so much. It was just a light interrogation, nothing could go wrong, nothing could go wrong, he chanted in his head, yet his fears wouldn’t go away. He decided to occupy himself.He went down to the lounge, soft sultry music playing in the background. The place reeked of booze and sex.The light was dim, but he could make out the few people dancing on the dance floor. He walked up to the bartender, who left the other guests he was attending to and handed him a drink. He murmured his thanks, took a sip of his drink as he took in the length and breadth of the room. There were silhouettes of people in the background going at it. It was wild, maybe this was what he needed. One wild night to purge himself of whatever it was