The stare of horror on their faces showed how scary my screams and dripping palms were. We all stood there looking at each other, my body trembling with hatred and disbelief. I couldn’t comprehend all that I had just watched. A head banging headache swept me off my feet as my chest rose and fell.Before I knew it, I was on the floor with dim eyes. My body couldn’t bear the weight of oppression from my emotions. I had broken down once again.“Let’s help her up! Irena!” Auntie’s scream barely kept me awake before I passed out finally.I woke up to the fluid being passed in my body and saw the same doctor that treated Rocco during the first gunshot standing close to the door and discussing with the men. I couldn’t hear what they were discussing, and I wasn’t even in the right frame of mind to eavesdrop.“We will talk more about it when she wakes up,” was another line I heard before I slept off again.I woke up to see everyone having dinner, and they all rushed to my side when they saw me
I just realized that we haven’t really discussed Auntie and who exactly she was. She got introduced to me by my mother, and I grew up relying on her when we moved to the town. She helped me so much and brought me to stay with her when my mother got arrested for murder.We didn’t have any situation or opportunity to talk deeper about her, and I had always felt too comfortable to be bothered by all that. All Auntie did in her entire life was cook. She would cook even on days when she was sick to the bones.There was a time she collapsed while cooking because she was doing it nonstop. The funniest thing was that there was no customer to eat all that she had cooked because it was midnight. I came out to have a glass of water and saw her cooking aggressively before she passed out.“You should have just taken it slow. Why were you cooking this hard?” I scolded her as I attended to her in her room“I have to prepare it for them. If not, they might stay hungry the entire year,” she groaned in
Palermo was quite cool and calm that Monday morning as everyone rushed to their workplace. The wet streets and roads added to its beauty and it smelled like goodness since it had been a while the gangs fought each other. Ever since Rocco Lorenzo took over the throne from his father, Bruno Lorenzo, all the gangs that caused trouble had been cleared off without a trace.Rocco doesn’t appear anyhow or anywhere and he was much respected because he is known for being a man of his word. Every other gangs outside Palermo knew their boundaries and would never trespass but there was one gang that shared Palermo with him, the Vamp Mafia group.The group calls themselves the tiger of Italy and it was being head by Lord Marcello who was another psychopath. He had been on the other side of Palermo where he protected his territory until Rocco took over. Being the owner of the biggest vineyard, he had so much pride and abused so many people. Most of his workers were lying under the green grass as ma
“Bene, come desideri (Well, as you wish)” Rocco shrugged and wiped the spit off with his handkerchiefMarcello yelled for his men to protect him but nobody made a move. His second order got everyone of them running but not to his side, to his surprise. They all rushed to Rocco’s back and aimed at him.Not believing his eyes, he kept stuttering “What.. what the hell?” Before anyone could blink, Lord Marcello had been apprehended by his own men while Rocco stood there with a smirk dancing on his lips.With a snap of his finger, he was tied to a chair. Everyone ignored all his threats and shouts because no one could step in, it was Rocco Lorenzo and no one dared to breathe.“Your thirty seconds is up. You just got a new wristwatch, how come you can’t keep to time?” Rocco mocked and clacked his tongueLord Marcello kept screaming and threatening that he would pay for it but Rocco was not moved. He walked closer to him and roamed the gun around his cheeks and mouth while Lord Marcello tre
My eyes flew open at the sound of a loud cough and it was met with the slight darkness of the room. Every windows and doors were shut at my command and the only light illuminating the room was a red light coming from the far end of the room.I turned to see someone on my bed coughing and adjusting herself before diving into another round of heaving snoring. She was sounding like an over-packed truck and that got me mad big time. My hand connected to the mini apple shaped table beside my bed and it produced a bang loud enough to shake the building.The lady flew up fearfully as she scanned her environment to make sure a war had not broken out.“What are you?” I growled deeply and she sat there looking at me with the blanket around her heaving chest“Did I just ask a statue a question? Am I not talking to a human? Cat got your tongue!?” questions flew out of my mouth endlessly while she shook at my voiceShe managed to find her voice but couldn’t respond audibly. “You… I… got here… last
|Irena|The tiny street was filled with loud noises coming from the metals clashing against each other as people roared to the sound which was being supported by drums. Tents filled everywhere with different sellable under each one.The festival of new season was being celebrated and every attendee painted some facial artwork on their faces to identify with the festival. Ranging from clothes, accessories, ancient crafts to everything one ever wanted, they were all available at slash prices.“Get your fortune read! Don’t you want to know what life has in store for you? oh ye weak humans! Let the gods guide your path” my tiny voice managed to ring through the loud noise.By the time I had screamed for more than five times, I finally had my first customer under my small red tent and I got down to business.“You have to be careful today. There will be a large tornado at your workplace but if you are in the right place, it will pass you by” The first customer seemed confused at the mentio
|Bojana|Rocco had always been like that. We fought over and over before we got to this close stage and nobody can ever understand us. We found ourselves at our lowest and ever since then, we worked our way up.In blood, sweat and tears.I had seen Rocco in almost all types of his emotions but one thing he never did was break down in front of me. There were times I heard him cry in his room but never in front of me even though I did that a lot on his shoulders.He never let anyone be in his bed till the following morning for their own sake because he would always wake up with a nasty temper. The dreams that wakes him up always prompted him to be violent so he detested having someone on the receiving end of his rage.I had warned the bed warmer not to ever sleep till morning by his side but I guess my warnings fell on deaf ears and she had seen for herself what the consequences of her disobedience was. As we walked along the long hallway, I could hear tiny sobs coming from her as she e
His steps were solid as he approached the tied men lined up in front of him on a chair. He walked around them in circles as he said his lines.“Did you think I wouldn’t find out because I was busy with other things? You must have forgotten I have eyes everywhere” he continued and stopped abruptly in front of them“Do you have something to say?” he suddenly asked the first person and before he could respond, the sound of bones cracking filled the air.The sound was followed by a roar of painful shout as the man’s arm dangled from his right shoulder. Rocco had broken his arm and disconnected it from his shoulder in the span of seconds and no one dared make a sound.He moved on to the next and stared at him for a brief second before he lodged a bullet in his thigh, adding to the existing scream in the room.“Bring me the table” he commanded and immediately, a mini table was brought to him.At his signal, the table was placed in front of the third man and his right hand was forcefully pla
I just realized that we haven’t really discussed Auntie and who exactly she was. She got introduced to me by my mother, and I grew up relying on her when we moved to the town. She helped me so much and brought me to stay with her when my mother got arrested for murder.We didn’t have any situation or opportunity to talk deeper about her, and I had always felt too comfortable to be bothered by all that. All Auntie did in her entire life was cook. She would cook even on days when she was sick to the bones.There was a time she collapsed while cooking because she was doing it nonstop. The funniest thing was that there was no customer to eat all that she had cooked because it was midnight. I came out to have a glass of water and saw her cooking aggressively before she passed out.“You should have just taken it slow. Why were you cooking this hard?” I scolded her as I attended to her in her room“I have to prepare it for them. If not, they might stay hungry the entire year,” she groaned in
The stare of horror on their faces showed how scary my screams and dripping palms were. We all stood there looking at each other, my body trembling with hatred and disbelief. I couldn’t comprehend all that I had just watched. A head banging headache swept me off my feet as my chest rose and fell.Before I knew it, I was on the floor with dim eyes. My body couldn’t bear the weight of oppression from my emotions. I had broken down once again.“Let’s help her up! Irena!” Auntie’s scream barely kept me awake before I passed out finally.I woke up to the fluid being passed in my body and saw the same doctor that treated Rocco during the first gunshot standing close to the door and discussing with the men. I couldn’t hear what they were discussing, and I wasn’t even in the right frame of mind to eavesdrop.“We will talk more about it when she wakes up,” was another line I heard before I slept off again.I woke up to see everyone having dinner, and they all rushed to my side when they saw me
|Irena|I realized they were trying to distract us as I cried in the morgue. My mother’s body was filled with several marks that had come from bullying and torturing. It was then it dawned on me that all those bruises I saw when I last visited her were from the maltreatment she had been facing in the correctional center.“What a foolish daughter I am. I didn’t even think deeply into what the bruises could mean. How did I end up believing that she only tripped and wounded herself?” several thoughts filled my mind as we headed to the center to get the rest of her thingRocco held me in his arms as Paul drove the car silently to the location. His soft but huge arms were rubbing my shoulder to keep me calm, but I had so much going on in my head even though my mouth was not moving.The guards at the center were taking longer than usual to attend to my request until Rocco stepped in. I had previously told him to wait for me in the car while I go alone to get her things but when I saw that t
“We have to move faster than their investigations. We have done a lot to keep this buried for years. They cannot just come to ruin all our hard work at this point,” one of the men sitting at a round table with sushi and several sashimi dishes glaring at them.“That’s why we have been taking them out one after the other. We cannot allow any loophole in this operation. One of our men is on the way to give us the report on the progress of the operation,” another responded, reaching for his cup for a drinkThe other men released a uniform groan as they released their ties, buttering their frustrations. They had all been unsettled ever since Irena found the files they had been searching for all year. They had turned the house upside down over and over but none of them could find where her mother kept it.“We already concluded that she didn’t have the file. I don’t understand how that bitch managed to hide the file till her daughter found it. We even had the inmates bully and beat her just
|Irena|I couldn’t believe all that I had just heard. My head tried to process it over and over but it felt like it would explode if I thought about it too much. What in the world happened to Rocco? How did he manage to stay calm in all of that? What was the reason behind him keeping quiet and holding back for so long? I had millions of questions running through my head but I couldn’t bring myself to ask him any.“You smart fool!” those were the only words that flew out of my mouth softly. I couldn’t begin to imagine the pain he had been enduringThe day I showed him the picture of my father, his father was also there. How did he not react? Why did he not explain to me and bore the hatred from me? I had hurt him with my words and actions but he never for once tried to bail himself out.“Why did you not tell me? Why did you not point it out that your father was also a victim of Bruno? How did you even manage to stay in that hell and pretend as if nothing was happening?” my tears flowed
It was around the fourth year of my stay in Italy. At that time, I had bonded with everyone in the villa and became a legal member of the family. My father had started taking me to meetings and made me handle some of his tasks because of how good I was.I couldn’t hide my extreme hatred and disgust at first. It was too hard to pretend. The person that killed my mother was the one I had been adoring, worshipping, and calling father all these while. No doubt, he was also the one that killed my father. He ruined me and my family and also had the nerve to play on my memory.“Is something wrong? You haven’t said anything much or even trained for days ever since you woke up. Are you mad at me for hitting your head on the pole?”Bojana couldn’t stop feeling bad because she thought my attitude changed due to the incident but after assuring her that the accident was not the issue and that I just needed some time to myself, she decided to let me be till I would come around by myself.It took me
Of course, he was happy at the proposal but he was also someone else’s slave so the uncertainty of his master releasing him was the biggest obstacle.“Thank you..” His eyes lit up with happiness; everyone could tell that the offer gladdened his heart so there was no way he could even turn down the offer or say he wasn’t pleased with it“Once again, thank you for the offer but.. I don’t know… I am” his stuttering got in the line of his statement as he hesitatedHe didn’t want to upset both his master and his new savior. Thankfully, the person he saved already knew what the problem was so he came to the rescue“What? Are you afraid of your master? Do you think he won’t let you go?” he asked and Kovac nodded immediatelyHe had just said what was bothering him and with the look of things, it seemed like the Savior already thought of it too and how he would handle it.The man’s huge hands brushed his hair slightly in adoration as his lips curled into a smile for the first time he had ever
He woke up to find the ship fighting for balance in the middle of the sea and after a slight interrogation from two people, he found out that the ship had been sailing for almost a full day and he had been out the whole time.Rushing to the other side of the ship, he tried checking everywhere to see if there would be any face he could recognize but no one seemed familiar until he ran into one of the men that came to Mateha’s house. If he had his memories intact, he would have bolted from the scene before the man saw him, but unfortunately, he got captured before he could even say a word and was locked in the storage for the rest of the day without any food or water.The second day, he was dragged out by one of the hefty men, with his face looking like an overgrown garden because of the multitude of beards attached to his chin. His head was long and high in the center, making everything about his visuals traumatizing.“You think you can go anywhere? We own you now! We are your boss!” h
They marched back into the town and were led by the boy in the hood who knew Marko’s house. Unknown to them, Andrej had told his wife that if he doesn’t come back within the hours of one and two in the morning, she should flee with her son, Kovac.“I think something must have happened; we need to escape right now,” she tapped Irena’s mom, who had dozed off while waiting with her.They didn’t waste any time and rushed up to pack after waking the kids. Thanks to Kovac’s mom, they were able to escape before Bruno’s men came to the house.“Find them! Don’t ever let them get away!” His voice trembled with every word that came out of them as he gulped down the alcohol from the bottle in his hand every minute.They searched for them but couldn’t find them until they had to withdraw at daybreak. Unknown to them, they were hiding at the grandma’s house till the coast was clear. Early at dawn, they rushed to the dock, Marko told them, and took the first boat to Kovac’s town, where they settled