MarcoHow the fuck did she get involved in this? I find it hard to wrap my head around the whole situation. Sarah the nurse? How did she transform into Sarah the crack dealer? And now an auction prize? Dammit. If I was fast enough, I would have found out first. It would have been easy to clear out the mess. But, now that the Master is actively involved, I'm sure as hell that I will be needing a greater force to get her out of this twist. The only person I can trust to win such a war is Igor Sidorov. Shit! I still have an unsettled beef with my father. How would I open up to tell father I'm working for one of his enemies. The same man he had to sell his daughter to for a peace offering.My father isn't stupid. He'll connect the dots and finally shut me up forever, just like he did mother and blamed it on cancer.He won't dare lay a finger on Sarah. I will save her before it becomes another complex problem like that of my sister."You saved the day, Bricks. You're catching on fast," I
SarahThe burning spotlight and the threatening faces glaring at me only adds to my unease as I stand at the centre, like a trapped prey. The luminescence exaggerating my nakedness with my head drooped. I can't bear to look up. Timid. Scared. Or broken. I can't define what I feel. Several warnings, No, threats have been made if I fail. The only way to escape this is to win the highest bid and hope that whoever buys me is less of a beast compared to the rest of the predators hunting me. If my father were still alive, I'm certain my life can't be as bad as its turning out to be. I could have ignored our differences and requested for his help. But now, I'm all I have. The prices don't stop skyrocketing, and it's seem more like a competition, than a bidding. Just as planned. The speaker blares as the announcer exclaims at every raise. “a thousand dollar,” a thick voice booms from the far end of the room. I'm tempted to look up. For the first time, I hear such a voice commands both respe
Sarah "We couldn't wait any longer. He was too stubborn," the biggest among the three men that welcomes us says to him. Apparently, he's the boss, like I expected.My new captor holds dearly on to me but my gaze is fixed on the morbid body lying at our feet. Without a remorse, he drags me along."Discard the mess and clean your tracks," he booms as we walk into the lobby of a large mansion. My breathing is tense. If only I could scream or run. Fuck! it's pointless. Our hurried footsteps echo loudly as he continues to pull me."What about Shanghai?" one of his guards call out from behind. He doesn't seem to stop walking fast as though there is something so important and we're late for it."Shanghai? What about him? Didn't he stop by?" he questions as we approach one of the flight of stairs that converge at the top, leading to the first floor. It's a massive place, the railings gleaming like molten gold, and floors so immaculate they seem to echo every step. The cream-colored walls pla
Marco"The damned money was supposed to be with me before noon," my voice slices through the salty sea breeze, my hair dancing restlessly across my brow. I command the top deck of the yacht that belongs to Andrey, anger etching deeper lines on my face."I've been occupied, " Andrey retorts casually. "Yeah, right. Occupying yourself with those skinny things. I really thought you had good taste," I sneer, my gaze a venomous arrow aimed at the bikini-clad girls lazing all over my brother. Andrey, ever the charming host, presses his lips to the cheeks of the women flanking him. "Ladies, care to continue our party inside?" he coos. The longer I watch him, the greater my fury.It's only the second day, a mere forty-eight hours, and still no word about Sarah. Sophia hasn't gotten any tangible details and it's all Andrey's fault. "Oh, little brother, you're back sooner than expected. Couldn't manage on your own, eh?""You've forgotten your promise, Andrey. Or should I seek our father's aid
SarahThe past forty-eight hours have been pure torment. From a plaything, bought to satiate every dark whim of my new captor, to a guinea pig, subjected to test the potency of various hard drugs. Potent enough to knock me senseless within minutes. I need no confirmation; I'm back to being an addict, perpetually yearning for the next experiment. But for some reasons, no one has come to check on me. I lie wasted on the oversized mattress. Naked. To quote the Don's cruel words, "Clothes are but an impediment."I sniff hard, a hysterical cry rising within me. I crave more of that substance. That tiny stash I managed to smuggle from the testing room is exhausted. Madness feels like an understatement.Yet, there's one crucial thing the drug does: it fuels my craving, making me long for it even more. It grants me temporary distraction from my unbearable reality. With every inhalation, I escape to a glorious paradise, free of those beasts around me. I surge from the bed, pounding my fists on
MarcoOver thirteen guests has ordered me for a refill like some cheap waiter and Betty hasn't gotten back to me. The waiters aren't allowed anywhere close to the main banquet. My instincts must be right. Don Joe sure knows how to clear his tracks. I've thought about involving the cops, but that could implicate both Sarah and I. Especially now that Sarah's true identity is oblivious.I drop the serving tray, seeking for every way possible to break the fortress blocking me from my treasure —Sarah. There are lots of guards around and their countenance is nothing close to friendly. They're all armed and would stop at nothing to kill an intruder on sight. Walking cautiously into the main hall, I attempt a wild move, strolling along to the guards. The music blares and the people converged into the heart of the event, making the hallways scanty. “I have a direct order from Don,” I step towards one of guards.“The Don requested you?” the guard questions, scrutinizing me. Other guards turn t
MarcoIt's not the most elegant of hospitals but that was the nearest place away from danger and Sarah needs urgent medical attention. “We really should be finding our way out of this place before they trace us down here,” Betty insists frantically, while I await, at least, a word from one of these nurses parading the lobby. “We are not having this conversation again. I already told you. We leave only when she is fine. Like I said, you don't have to stay. Hit the road already.” I resume my attention more on the ward door, wanting them so desperately to swing open with a glimmer of good news.“Wait what? You really think I came this far only to just let her go? And to who? To some random stranger who nearly got us killed back there. I mean what were you even thinking jumping out of the car like that—”The doctor walks out of the ward. I rush towards him, leaving Betty behind.“Which one of you is related to Miss. Mayhill?” the doctor questions.“i am–”“I am–”We both respond, leaving
MarcoStill on the run, I dial Betty’s number. After all, she’s the only familiar person in town that could pass for a partner in a strange land. Just when I think I've lost the cops chasing after me, two emerge abruptly from behind, as I continue down the busy road. A fragile package lays behind, one whose life hinges on me for both an escape and a survival. I wouldn't want my reckless driving contribute to her complications.“Hang in there, Sarah” I whisper to myself, finding the courage to dial Betty’s number as I proceed the wild chase. There’s just one cop car whirling behind me, matching the annoying siren above my head. I never imagined controlling an ambulance with an actual patient. A patient I'm so madly in love with. “Where the fuck are you!” Betty is the first to yell over the phone as she answers my call.“In a moving ambulance.”“oh great, you’re a patient now? I hope the bullet got into your skull—”“I’m fucking driving the ambulance!” I interrupt impatiently, “Thanks f