Sarah I stare at the navigation screen, then the voice adds,“Stay right where you're. I'll come get you.” A beep follows immediately after and I'm left with a black screen and the thumping of my heart, waiting in silence. I take another peep out. The walkways have become more deserted. Few street men walking in groups, staggering around with bottles of strong drink in their hands. I suck in another breath with my eyes closed, hating the temporary darkness my memory has thrown me into. Just as I fling my eyes open , I see a the headlight of a coming vehicle , far ahead, but bright enough to cause me to squint. That should be him. My brother. I rush out of the vehicle, running toward the coming vehicle. The car parks abruptly just beside me as I stop running waiting to see my brother or a face that might revive my memory of my family. A man come running out of the vehicle, leaving his car engine on. But I notice the anger in his eyes, the bloodstains on his padded sho
MarcoHer sudden reaction doesn't bother me as much as her state of health. She's getting worse by the minute and I don't have a way to bring her back to her memory, back to the sweet innocent Sarah.“Why not? Since when did I grant you the privilege of taking decisions for me?” I ask, knowing that it's a waste of my time exchanging words with such crazy. “They'll kill you if they find us,” she adds. The fear is evident in her eyes but I know exactly what she needs.The drugs have started to take effect. I expect her to be calmer. It could be that the drugs don't work anymore for her. It's a good thing I know just the right alternative.I walk out of her room while still engaging her in the discussion,“... And who are these people, if I may ask?”I'm running out on sedatives, as I open the cupboards in the kitchen. I decide to draw out the last bottle I have. As far as I'm concerned, Sarah is not just a threat to me but herself. The more she stays unconscious, the better for her and
Marco“One step ahead. How does that make you feel?” a voice booms from the other end of the line. He was so swift in receiving the call, one might think he had been waiting all night for my call.He sounds familiar, like one of the attackers from the previous visit.“I don't know what time zone you're on, but it's not yet seven AM over here. I've been keeping my end of the deal, so we have no business.”“Just a reminder, Sidorov. We don't play games,” he replies. I could tell the anger in his voice but I'm just as irritated.“The only one playing games here would be you. Bloody brother? Who the fuck believes such cheap lies? She might be crazy but not stupid enough to ever believe she had a brother ready to swoop in and save her. Cheesy, don't you agree?”“Maybe if you hadn't shoved out your ugly face, Maria would be with me. I don't trust you one bit.”“But your boss does, and you need my protection. In a matter of hours, you'll come crawling for a place in my gang. Let this be the l
MarcoLarge , fancy chandeliers, suddenly find their way up the ceiling of the antique mosque, and radiant colourful lights making it seem just like a chapel ground, the typical white wedding.I sent Sophia to make a scan of the area immediately we tracked their location. There's a long roll of red carpet at the center with chairs covered in two rows of blue and white linen, filing both sides of the once–empty mosque. Beautiful flowers, lavished all around in elongated ceramic vases along the carpeted floor. A continuous row of dishes, and fine wines. A grand wedding indeed. It's Impossible to tell how hastily the decorations were planned. It looks just perfect. Normal. And Happy. Such words shouldn't be used to describe such a wedding. To the commoners and bystanders, it's an unnecessary lavish wedding of a philanthropist and a tycoon, but to the other world, it's a fancily decorated war zone, and as groom, it’s nothing close to innocent, or whatever picture the society have of me.
Marco Did she just confess her feelings? My face suddenly goes limp, as our gaze meet intensely. She doesn't just stop there, she's still talking,“Why do you think I saved you? I couldn't watch you die because of what I feel Marco,” her free hand reaches for my face, caressing my beards.I stagger away from her immediately. Maybe I've had too many drinks. Sarah is crazy. She’s lost her memory. She doesn't mean what she's saying. She mustn't.“You... You tried to run away. I can't believe any more of your crazy words. I'll go get your meds...”“I don't need meds, Marco. I'm not crazy. I...” she pauses, peeling her gaze off me and staring at her pink fingers.She wants to say something, probably another crazy proclamation,“... I remember everything. Including the night at my apartment. Our little moment... Ever since you walked into that hospital, I couldn't help but notice you. I fell every minute for you, Marco.”“Sarah. Stop talking... You're lying...”“i would gain nothing from ly
MarcoI'm getting really restless. What could be taking so long? The crowd is beginning to murmur.The rivals are not even here yet. Or maybe they chose to hide away until after the wedding. Just as I'm about to leave the podium, I see a woman standing at the entrance, clothed in white with a flower bouquet in her hands, and a veil over her face. The same dress Sophia had picked. The congregation awards a standing ovation as she walks in.I couldn't hide the smile on my face as she approaches the altar.“Right about time,” I heard the priest say but I didn't take my eyes off the prize. SARAH.She looks elegant in the dress. I admired the dress at the boutique but I never imagined it would fit so perfectly on her. And her breast. They look fuller than ever.I can imagine how hot our honeymoon would be. I haven't made any plans yet but that's not a problem. I've the resources. More than enough, now.She takes her position in front of me as the audience takes their seat. The hall is qui
Sarah “Do you think this is a good idea?” I ask as we drive back to my father's mansion. We arrived Russia the early hours of the morning.“Trust me, Maria. No one would ever find out. Betty or whatever you called her, got what she deserved. She deceived you and tried to steal from you,” Shawn replies.He might be right on that one. I never really trusted Betty but I didn't have much options to choose from. It pricks me how I deceived Marco. As much as I wanted to stay back and be with him, I had to be sure it was the right thing.According to Shawn, he's the son of a dangerous mafia family. That's the last thing I want to get into after all I've encountered. I just want a peaceful existence, far away from the chaos. I never thought I would need my father's wealth, especially when I know it's the reason for my many enemies, but It's the only resource I've left. And Shawn, who was my father's right hand man, knows exactly where the treasure lies.“Why did you risk everything to save m
MarcoI've had a week to myself. No guards. No missions. No Andrey. No relations. It's not enough time for me to get over Sarah's death but I needed the space. Waking up this morning, I feel refreshed, still very much miserable. Andrey hasn't been home. I'm surprised. I wanted him to be around to hear the big announcement I have for everyone. An announcement I never imagined I would make.But with what happened to Sarah, with all that she suffered before her death, it's only right for me to step up and act.Father warned me about stepping foot back there. All I wanted was Sarah's body. She deserves a befitting burial. But I guess father is right. The government must be working round the clock to capture the culprit. And with my name on the invite, my father's warnings are valid. Forcing myself out of gloom and grief, unlike the past few days, I feel nothing. Just cold blood revenge against everyone involved in this. Including my father. There's no way he's innocent. He was so quick t