ALMA’S POVZaverio didn’t give me a minute to catch my breath ever since we returned from Von’s home. He doted on me like a mother hen, following me everywhere and effectively cutting off the frequent visit of Damien.I was not complaining, but I needed my space from the man who had suddenly noticed me for the first time. It was beautiful to have his attention, but the intense pressure burned through my veins.What did he want? Was he going after me to relieve himself? I wouldn’t be shocked by that tactic, I was in a horny zone as well; easy pickings if he tried a little.I was ready to be attended to by the only man I had ever loved, but I didn’t want to seem easy. Zaverio was used to having his way, never needing to lift a finger when it came to women, myself included.“Did I see Damien in here?” Zaverio poked his head into the kitchen, looking around. “Are you okay?”“Respectfully, I need you to give me some space.” I glared at him, taking my eyes off the onions I was chopping; whi
ALMA’S POVVon whistled when I stepped out, struggling with the picnic basket. “If I wasn’t married to a woman who would shoot me between the eyes if I ever looked at another woman, I would have escorted you wherever you were going.”I laughed at his good natured joke, letting him take the basket off my hands. “I have a feeling your wife will live up to the hype of shooting you. I am not going anywhere fancy, as if I could.” I swallowed the bitter ball of reality. “Zaverio said he wants us to eat watching the stars.”“Somehow I can’t imagine my friend saying something like that.” Von peeped into the basket. “I’ll ask if I’m invited on this little excursion, you both can do whatever and forget I’m there.”My face heated at his insinuation. “Nothing like that is going to be happening, we are going to eat and head back.”“Is that why you wore this pretty dress?” Von eyed my yellow sundress. “Isn’t it too fancy to sit in the dirt and eat apples?”“I’m not going to let you get in my head,
ZAVERIO’S POV“You look like you sucked on a lemon.” Von flexed his fingers in his dark latex gloves, “I didn’t force you to come, you should have stayed home with your woman.”I released a grunt, looking out into the night. “Alvaro is our man; it also boosts the morale of my men when I walk into battle with them. It’s a tricky situation, but I don’t think we can get out of it without bloodshed.”“No one likes killing cops, but anyone who worked with Favelo is rotten. I’ll sleep better at night when they’re no longer walking on the same earth with me.”“How are we looking up there?” I asked, referring to the snipers we had placed in strategic positions facing the house we intended to burst into. I hoped it wasn’t a trap because this was the only lead we had.“Last time I checked in, they confirmed the position of the house and the guards outside. They have cops written all over their body and they are not being subtle about their hideout.”“I used to be feared.” I laughed, checking th
DAMIEN’S POVI wiped the sweat off my forehead, mentally counting the men that were on night shift. The numbers were light and I wondered about my luck. Zaverio and his dogs had left earlier not telling anyone where they were going.I wanted to kit up with them, and to also get closer to Zaverio, gain his trust and maybe kill him in in his sleep. I didn’t run with the eagerness of the others because this was a golden chance.My target was Alma, and with Zaverio guarding her like a dog every day, it had been hard to get close to her. The bitch had started keeping her distance after our last conversation.No one knew the connection between Alma and Zaverio, but I watched them exchange loved up glances, and one time I caught them kissing in the kitchen. My stomach roiled and I realized she was not a victim, she was his ally.My plan was to appeal to her with the route of escaping this hell hole, but the little birdy was comfortable in her cage. That was sad because I had every intention
TIA’S POVMy hands and legs ached, but there was nothing I could do about it because I was handcuffed to a chair. The room was bright and a cup of water had been placed in front of me hours ago, a taunting line that stung.If they were expecting me to beg, we were going to wait here for a long time. I licked my dry lips and swallowed, looking away from the tempting bottle in front of me. I was never going to break; Zaverio was going to come for me.The door opened, and a woman walked in. She took one look at me and sighed. “Jesus Christ, Damien. Did they not teach you how to handle pregnant victims?”“Unfortunately, we weren’t taught and she’s not a victim.” Damien walked in behind her, staring at me in disgust. “I want this meeting to be brief so please don’t waste our time and tell us what we want to know.”“I don’t have anything to say to you.” I shivered under his harsh gaze, “Can I get a lawyer? I need to talk to someone.”“Then you can talk to me.” The woman smiled warmly, unloc
ZAVERIO’S POVIt had been three days. Three days since my home base was invaded by a rat, and three days since Alma was taken. My fingers tightened around the gun I was holding in my lap as I watched Gored spit out another tooth.Von flexed his hands, looking back at me. “Is that enough boss?” Nothing was ever going to be enough for traitors. I waved my hand and stood, walking slowly to the man who was now missing one eye. “I thought we had a great agreement Gored. You said you wanted out, and I gave you a clean way out. No one will ever take that risk but I did because of your sick mother, so why did you betray me?”Gored kept his eye level with mine, “I didn’t have a choice, I would never betray you if they didn’t have something on me.”“Why didn’t you come to me?” I squatted, tapping his kneecaps with my gun. “If the feds were sniffing up the wrong alley, why didn’t you try to reach me?”“They broke into my home one night and dragged me out in front of my mother. There was this gu
ALMA’S POVThe familiar three grey wall and a steel bar door was what I had called home for the past one month, judging by the lines I had drawn on the walls. I struck a line over six lines marking another week.My bladder protested weakly pulling me out of my cavewoman thoughts and I threw my leg over the bed, and pushed myself up, holding my bump. I walked the three steps to my in house toilet and sat.The worst part about my new home was how fast my dignity was shattered. I had tried to save some, but eventually I bowed to the intense pressure in this hell hole. I hadn’t seen Gio or Damien since the last time we spoke.The guard who brought food for me every day ignored me every time I asked about them or to make a phone call. Maybe Zaverio didn’t know where I was, and if I helped even in the smallest capacity, I knew he was going to come for me.“You look mighty comfortable on that disgusting toilet.” Damien’s chirpy voice broke through my thoughts, grinding my happy moments to du
ALMA’S POV“Just like that?” I eyed the woman sitting across from me, not buying the bullshit she was selling to me. “You are telling me I can walk out the door if I want to.”Gio crossed her long legs, and leaned into her chair. “I am telling you that you’re a free woman. I do apologize for our poor accommodation.”“You locked me up for a month without access to a lawyer; you should be apologizing for more than your shitty accommodation.” “It could have been worse; you could have had a roommate. Do you know how many pregnant women survive in prison?” Gio smacked her lips when she took a sip of her hot coffee. “Our evidence is weak, if the state was to take you to court, all the evidence would be inadmissible.”“You knew all of this and kept me against my will, why? Did you think I was going to break and beg for a plea deal or something?”Gio nodded unapologetically. “Or something? Agent Damien assured me you had something we all wanted, if we kept you for a while then maybe you woul
ALMA’S POV“The men I sent to the house didn’t see anything out of the ordinary and the shop is empty and untouched. Martha wasn’t snatched from your home or the shop, so I’ll have to dig deeper and ask some people a few questions.”I nodded, half listening to what my mother was saying. I was riddled with guilt over the fact that Martha was missing, she could be anywhere with anyone who wanted to hurt me or use me to get to my mother.The endless circle of looking over my shoulders even when I hadn’t left the house was exhausting to say the least. If I had somehow dragged Martha into my family’s mess, I would never forgive myself.“You don’t have to get too worried about it, Alma. I can’t promise that nothing will happen to her because we don’t know who has her, but I can promise to bring her back safely when we find out who does.”“What if she’s dead and we’re running in circles chasing our tail.” That question hung heavily in my mind; I lost sleep thinking of Martha drowning or gett
GIO’S POVI watched the way her fingers tightened around the steering wheel and I feared she would rip it off. Her question hung in the air like a harsh noise, and I opened my mouth to answer several times but the words died in my throat.“Is this a new way to throw someone off, you send them to get breakfast and then go on a date with someone else?” Rose flexed her fingers again. “Why didn’t you tell me?”“I was going to tell you and it wasn’t a date.” The words didn’t sound believable to my own ears. “It’s not what you think I promise, I would never try to get rid of you like that.”“You’re saying what you’re saying but I saw something else, I waited outside that fucking restaurant for hours Gio with my phone in my hand, you couldn’t even shoot me a sympathy text?”I closed my eyes, “I was going to text you I swear, I calculated the time it would take you- Look, I didn’t want to you to get home and panic when you couldn’t find me but I didn’t want to be rude.”Rose nodded. “Right, y
GIO’S POVRose and I were passing a bowl of popcorn while we watched a re-run of Grey’s Anatomy in the living room. We had been holed up in this space for almost three days; it would be obvious to anyone who walked in that we were in our honeymoon phase.I smelt like her and she smelt like sin. Rose was right when she said I was the initiator in this relationship. I had never doubted my stamina but with Rose, I knew that was a battle I was never going to win.She was always ready when I reached for her, and she fucked me so good, it made me crave more like a sex junkie. Rose had turned me into a sex addict and it wasn’t even up to a week.“Do you think they are going to wrap up this series one day?” Rose asked around a mouth filled with popcorn.“Do you know when the world is going to end? If you do then maybe when the world is ending, because Grey’s Anatomy is going to be here until all the current actors die and they recruit new ones.”Rose chuckled. “I love popcorn and your legs pi
GIO’S POVI uncrossed and crossed my leg for the fifth time, trying to focus on the file I was supposed to be reading. My subordinates were going to dish their case out to me and I needed to be updated, it wouldn’t help me make up my mind, but it would paint a picture for me.I had twenty minutes to drag my brain from the high Rose had kept me in all morning to the present. Like the kiss, we didn’t talk about the fact that we had had sex. When I walked out of my bedroom, dressed for the hour, she was back to being my bodyguard.The heat lingered in her eyes but they didn’t reach mine, not when we were in a space that clearly defined our positions. I was her boss and she was my employee- not directly but if she looked at me the way she did this morning, I wouldn’t mind if she took me on my table.I bit my finger hard, it did the job of centering my focus. Why was I thinking of Rose’s fingers and the way they felt inside me, how they moved and how full I-“Miss Gio.”The file in my hand
GIO’S POVI heard the light footsteps of Rose walking past my door to the kitchen, then the telltale sound of water filling the coffee pot, she never drank coffee the way I do, but she always put a pot on for me to drink away.I hadn’t slept a wink but I didn’t feel tired. I was confused about our current situation. Was the kiss a figment of my imagination? I touched my lips and pulled my hand back when they tingled. Was that normal?What were supposed to do now that it had happened? Maybe it was a spur of the moment thing and she had forgotten about it. Energized by that thought, I jumped out of bed with a light spring in my step.I was going to go out there and behave normally; there was no need to make anything awkward she had probably just kissed me in passing or something, pushing the painful squeeze in my chest away I opened my door and stopped short.Rose was sitting at the dining table, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Her hair was wet which meant she had taken a shower and
ALMA’S POVMy mother pushed the food in her plate around, more focused on the file she was reading. I didn’t want to interrupt so I kept my movements silent; eyeing her in case she needed space.We hadn’t spoken much since her checkup with the doctor. Big Mac had tried to make me more at home in my mother’s huge house. I used the excess time on my hands to explore the many rooms that were unoccupied.Big Mac kept Zara entertained when I was busy keeping myself from losing my mind. He didn’t communicate much with me about anything, and I didn’t mind much since we didn’t have a lot to talk about.My main worry was with Martha, she hadn’t answered any of my calls since I left with Big Mac after my mother was shot. I was too worried to function properly. What if something had happened to her? I shook my head, printing the details of that day into focus.Martha hadn’t been in the house when my mother arrived, she had convinced me to let her check the store, it had been closed indefinitely
ZAVERIO’S POV“The next shipment is scheduled to fall next week.” Von said, tapping on the screen of the tab in his hands. He wasn’t a man used to advanced gadgets, but he had to get used to them seeing as our whole organization was leaving the paper trail era.“What about Ambrose? Did he like the guns we shipped to him the other day? If he did then he needs to finish paying for them.” I threw the tennis ball in my hand into the air and caught it. “Alvaro said he was going to drop by today, I have no idea what he wants to discuss, do you?”Von shook his head, “Our little bird is also back in her nest.” He was referring to Gio who had been incognito for some days. We tracked her to a rundown bar but kept our distance, leaving the overall surveillance to her bodyguard who acknowledged our presence but didn’t give room for any slip-ins. Rose was impressive, and if she decided to join the dark side, I would hire her.“We will find out what happened when she is ready to come back in, we ca
GIO’S POVMy phone vibrated on the bedside table in the shitty hotel I had found to hole myself into. I ignored it like I had for three days, staring at the ceiling until my eyes felt raw. It was my morning routine before I proceeded to drown myself in alcohol at night.I didn’t know how far I had walked after I left Rose but when I came to my senses, it was raining, I was soaked and as the universe pointed out, in front of a seedy hotel with lights that blinked haphazardly. I didn’t think twice about walking in, the girl manning the register took one look at my suit and sneered.“We don’t give rooms to cops.” She looked like she was ready to spit in my face.I blinked, looked down at my corporate attire. “I am not a cop, I work well with numbers.”She rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She snatched a key from the few on the rack and threw it at me. “Keep the noise to a minimum, don’t expect any breakfast in bed and be gone in the morning.”Her eyes bore a hole in my back as I walked away.
GIO’S POVI avoided eye contact with everyone I walked past, hiding my shame in my eyes. If they looked hard enough, they would know what I had done, who I had chosen and whose blood was going to be on my hands.The pounding headache was the retribution I needed, it was a result to the restless night I had had. The five files Emily had given to me held information of a few powerful people in the world.Their deaths would shake the core of what they were heading, and that was the reason Emily was asking me to take my pick from the litter. Norma’s face had haunted my dreams, making it extremely hard to sleep.She may not have ratted me out to Emily and Rose had said she would keep my other business in strict confidence but I couldn’t trust her. I couldn’t trust anyone, not even myself.File one, Norma- Prime minister of Spain, married and divorced three times before she was elected, finally, she got married to her childhood sweetheart and they were the couple of the year. She and her on