MarcoOne week.One whole week and my father hasn't made any promising conclusion. Waiting on him might cost me more time. I refuse to involve myself in whatever game they are playing. I've a bigger task; taking down the most notorious Drug Lord in America. My spies have given me enough information on Don Joe. The other two men, my father and Big Tom, will have to wait patiently. I need the rank to be able to take down Big Tom successfully. My few years of service under him has given me enough strategies that would work to take him down, and that can't happen without skilled help. The only place I can get such help is taking over my father's position. And now that it looks farfetched, I will have to come back for my title. For now, I need to leave for Vegas.Don Joe should be easy. He's a one man army. A lone wolf. That makes him a easy target for men like me. “another of your nightly travels?” Andrey taunts immediately I step out of my room with my bag packed. “Stay out of my way
MarcoMy mind is begining to play tricks on me, as I shake myself out of the hallucination. Few moments ago, it felt like I saw her. I held her in my arms. My hallucinations is beginning to get the better of me.Sarah is dead and I'm here to hunt down one of her killers. I need to accept this soon enough. I need to move on.But, damn! Sarah. She didn't deserve any of it.I give up on trying to look for the lady that looked so much like her, heading back to the club house, only to find out that my prize had left. The other men were out there but Don Joe himself is missing. Fuck. I was careless again.I dash out of the building in search of his car. I can see the clean SUV parked at a corner. The same car he came in. Definitely, he's still around. Somewhere. Someone like Don Joe can never be seen on busy streets all alone.He probably just went into the restroom. Just before I turn around, a sharp drift comes from within. The same car is speeding off the premise. Something must be up a
ShawnThe plate carshes to the floor without realizing as I call on my guards.“Who let her out!” I yell, storming into every room. “How did you let her escape your watch!”“She left with Benzo few minutes before you left boss,” one of them responds and for a moment I pause, reconsidering the new information.“Benzo? He'll never do that without my permission. Find him!” I yell, dashing out of the house to the parking lot. There's a missing black car among the fleets. That's definitely the one Maria took along. As I rush back in to grab a car key, I find a body.In horror, I rush over to it only to find one of my skilled hitman unconscious, lying on the grass. The same Benzo. “Benzo!” I call out to him, immediately carrying his heavy body back in. He still has a pulse.My guards surround his body, while I dial other numbers including Betty's.Her number isn't reachable but I send a voice message, “If anything as tiny as a scratch is found on Maria, you would live to regret ever knowing
MarcoThe room is stuffy and confined but I've to stay quiet as I pace around, my ears active as ever, waiting for the cops to leave. I check the time at intervals. I'm sure they are here to investigate a drug case. Man never gets old with his drug dealings. If only these damned cops know I'm about to do them a favor they wouldn't be in my way. I walk down to the window. It seems like a dusty room that hasn't been habited for a while as I glance at the grounds. A loud thud bring my attention back to the door. Someone is attempting to break in since I locked it from inside. Shit. I'm fucked.“Those doors are expensive. Tell your men to be gentle,” Don Joe warns. My mind is divided. I have the time to jump out the window and escape but I can't leave without fulfilling my mission. I've to hide. But where? “Get us the key to the room or we'll be forced to bring it down,” I heard one say while I scamper around for a good hiding spot.“No one uses the room. I'm sure the lock is bad as a r
Elvis “We had him right with us all along and we didn't realize!” I slam my fist on my office desk in my apartment after going through the case file of the late Mr. Joseph. I got a lead about some drug activities that brought me to America. Thinking that I was about to pounce on another notorious drug Lord enough to earn me fame. I had intentions of going under cover to carry out more investigation about the mysteriously rich "Mr. Joseph"And now, he's dead. Not just that, but it happened right before my very eyes.I remember my co-workers back home. How I had been so sure that I would catch him.At least I'm so close to rounding off the criminals from Betty. That seems to be my only chance at proving a point and reducing the ridicules awaiting me in Russia. Aside for that, my boss has warned me about another failed attempt. In his words,“Your salary for the next one year would be used to make up for the losses if you fail.”The American police have taken up the case of the deceas
MarcoIt's impossible. It's fucking impossible. This fucker named Betty is trying to mess with me. How the fuck did she get my line? How did she find me here?I don't feel easy. I met Betty two hours ago at the airport. She had bloodstains all over her. It's obvious she made some efforts to take them off and she looked helpless. On a normal ground I wouldn't give a second thought before ignoring her but those words, they ring in my head like the strike of tambourines in an empty hall.“Sarah is alive! She's in trouble as we speak here in America!” Those were her goddamn words immediately she crossed me at the airport.I tried to call her back, I tried to reach her. To confirm what I heard but she wouldn't pick up. Sarah is long dead. I don't need to be reminded anymore. I saw her on that day. The gruesome picture of her painful death has been my driving force all along. Where did Betty get that information from? If Sarah were alive, she would never be here. The same country she was s
MarcoWe managed to escape the police. Betty set us up again. She made me hurt Sarah. It’s hard enough for me to believe all these while I’ve been nursing Sarah’s death, she had been alive. Somewhere. In danger and most certainly because of me or that fucker called Betty. In a foreign land, it didn't take me up to a day to reveal what I am. But how Betty found out about the murder is something I might never find out, except I force it out of her. All her hidden intentions are begging to come to light. I found a closed store by the street, empty enough to house two potential prisoners for the night. After a quick scan at the road behind, I plunge in. There's a good spot away from the large glasses that could easily reveal our presence. I lay Sarah up on a few stack of small teddies in the store, waiting for her to make the slightest move and then we can make a run for it. Carrying her wouldn't be a smart move. She had a cut on her arm. I stopped the bleeding with a portion of my shi
SarahIt’s strange. The same man that once captured me turned out to be my saviour yet again. A private jet flew us back to Russia and now we are parked in front of a familiar skyscraper. There’s an awkward silence first. It feels like both of us have a lot to say. Like old friends reuniting again, in spite of our toxic history. There is something about this man sitting next to me. Something dark but alluring enough to make me feel comfortable. Enough to make me stay without thinking of an escape. “How long have…”Marco hesitates. I know exactly what he wants to say but I can't give him the details of everything that happened since we parted ways. “Why…why didn’t you tell me?”“Tell you what?” I ask, taking off the seat belt as Marco stares vaguely into the windscreen, or maybe he's watching someone ahead. I can't say. “That…You…That you were fine. Alive.”“No one cared to find me until now,” I reply, without looking at him as I notice his gaze shifted back on me. “You…you were la
Marco"How many times do i have to repeat this? I'm not Betty," she responded in a frenzied whisper as Ricco's voice overshadowed every other sound in the room. There's another task. Never an end to his missions, but thankfully, amongst all the people he called out, I don't fall in the list.Celebrating the temporary freedom, I watch as Betty gets up from me to join the selected crew.I don't pay much attention on the instructions. It's none of my business.Big Tom is addressing them but Betty and i exchange eye contact. I need to find the truth from her and the only way to do that is to exploit her witnesses.It's not my fault that she provided me one on a platter of gold.After a brief discussion with Ricco about the delivery of new sets of ammunition, i head out of the mansion, in search of Betty.I find her standing by her car, about to get in."Elizabeth Maguire," i announce, few metres away from her. I watch her reaction as she stiffen. Definitely Betty. One doubt crossed. N
SHAWNThe fucker is standing right next to her. I hate to see her cry but she deserves to be punished. Everything I've ever done has been for her, yet she chose to trust this fucker over me. Brought my very son to him. I try not to think about how many times he's had to touch her. My Maria.She can't belong to anyone else and she knows this.The anger grows rapidly inside of me as the doctor halts in front of her."Please, don't do this," Maria pleads. She's managed to crawl to the door. Her cry stings my heart as the fucker attempts to land a kiss on her.That's when I reach my limit. The guts he has. All I wanted was to scare her, to make fear me, respect and just follow me.I'm more than enough for her. That has to sink in her tiny sexy brains.Three close shots. He goes limp, and falls right by her side.She screams, shutting her eyes in terror."You've forgotten who I am so soon," I say, approaching her and kicking the body away from her.Now that I've details about the doctor
SarahHis grip over my mouth is so hard. All my attempt to get away proves futile. My heart beats even faster as he pulls me out of bed.My back is against his chest but as we walk past the large mirror in the room, he halts.His gaze rests on my reflection. "Maria, i dont like that look on your face. Everything I've ever done has been for your own good."All i do is shut my eyes, hoping this is a dream. A lucid dream Michel assured me that Shawn was a forgotten past.I didn't bother to ask how he knew but i believed stupidly.Shawn leans towards my ears, his grip tighten against my mouth."I've something to show you. Please, Maria, please, dont do anything stupid."He grabs the sheets on the bed to cover my naked body up."Do you miss me? There's no doubt. You do. But i'm mad at you. Maybe I'll be able to forgive you afterwards. Just maybe..."He pulls me towards the door. The tears trickle down my cheeks over his palm."I hate to see you cry," he continues as he unlocks the door,
Sarah"I got a call..." Michael begins, resting both palms on my shoulders, like he's about to give a long speech.His reaction makes me uneasy. At least I made sure no one noticed when i left. "Remember i mentioned something about my sister living in the same neighborhood with you."I nod in agreeement. "There was a fire."I pretend to be shocked, but i am. How did he find out so quickly. "Is your sister okay-.." i ask."Yes. But," he hesitates but continues, "The fire started at your place.""My house is on fire?" I force the tears to leave my eyes.Michael pulls me into a hug making it easier for me to fake it as I cry aloud against his soft fabric."This is now your home, Sarah. I'll also replace everything that was lost in the fire," Michael adds. I pull away from him, thankfully my face is wet enough."You don't have to. Maybe this is a sign for a fresh start indeed," i blurt out. "I don't want to look back anymore.""I agree, Sarah. The police have begun investiagtion on th
SarahI knew the doctor to be comfortable, but i would never have guessed that he could own such a massive place. There are a few staff around, as they help us unpack the few luggages we brought. A bag for Carlo and one for me. "It's massive," i whisper under my breath as i pat Carlo on my shoulder. He's still fast asleep."I have something to show you," the doctor says, guiding me away from the lobby with bright chandeliers at the centre, towards the flight of stairs ahead. We arrive at the first floor. The first door to our right leads to a room. "Are you ready?" he asks. I nod, gaping around like some lost stranger. I've lived in luxury all my life but with the doctor, it's different.I'm not a prisoner.As he opens the door i find a beautiful nursery all set up.My palm clasp over my mouth, stopping me from exaggerating my emotions, careful not to wake Carlos.The emotions rush in as i step in. It's blue-themed. A typical baby-boy room."I'll call in a nanny to take care of hi
MarcoThe old woman doesn't seem to buy my story. Her look spells suspicion.I retain the smile on my face, closing the gap between us while I continue,"I'm surprized Elizabeth never mentioned it. She told me she'll be here also.""I'm going to call the cops on you. Stay away," she yells making her way back in."Grandma," the little boy comes running out, stopping the woman in her tracks.He's holding a picture frame, extending it to the woman. The boy for one is certainly smart.The woman takes a glance at the picture, and back at me.I catch a faint view of it. A picture of Andrey. For some reasons, he looks almost like me. It's part of the reasons i don't believe Ricco and his lies.Andrea and I have always shared a striking resemblance."Do you believe me now?" i say to the woman, squatting in front of the boy and ruffling his hair."What's your name big man?" The boy doesn't smile. Not a word escaped his mouth. Just the surprise written all over him."Your story had better b
Shawn For a doctor, he sure is a hard man. I barely escaped him. Not without a severe hit on my arm and a bruised knee. For one, i acquired the vehicle, in on piece, however broken my bone feels right now.I've to lay low. Get these fuckers off my track for now or i just might be a cheap prey for them. I'm heading north, with no direction as i try to set up the GPS of the car.They will try to find the village now that I've exposed one of the hideouts.Even though it will be no use to them. There's no way they can crack the vault without the clues in my possession.Still, i'm living nothing to chance. Not the inheritance I worked for. Not ever. I drift into a sharp corner, viewing the rare view mirror for any sign of my enemies. It looks all clear. I keep driving, searching around the car for notes. I'm dead broke, for a man entrusted with such wealth.I find a dollar bill and make a brief stop at a grocery store.Before i get out of the car, I clean off the blood stains on my
ElvisA tall man in clean suits and black shades draw my attention. Immediately I turn around he says,"Come with me."I follow behind closely. Soon, we arrive in front of a black limousine parked by the corner of the road. He opens the door for me as I step into the unknown.There's a woman sitting opposite me in the luxurious car.She has a white hat on and every other clothing on her matches her hat, except the red scarf around her neck and the dark shades. The white hat covers a good portion of her face, making me catch only a faint view of her nose and a deep-red lipsticks, matching the scarf around her neck.The whiff of her flowery scent subdues my sense of smell for a minute."We've been expecting you, Mr. Elvis Griffin," she says. "Let's say, we have a better offer for you, that'll make you reject the one your boss offered.""Who are you?" I ask, my voice frantic, the air in the vehicle suddenly feels more tense."You don't need to shout. Besides, if i had ill intentions tow
MarcoShe attempts to keep driving, threatening to knock me down but I stand my ground. I move no muscle.She can't hit me. I know that for sure.Besides, it's a weak attempt. The frustration is evident in her expression as she storms out of the car."what the actual fuck are you? Get out of my way," she yells. Instead i fold my arms, staring at her with a cold smile."Really? That's how you treat an old friend?" I tease."I dont know what you're talking about," she replies, turning off her headhlights. The dim lights in the garage is the only light source we have now. She walks up to me, still looking flustered.But she can't fool me.“Quit the pretence, Betty.”“Look, I don't know who you're and why you were hired. But it's best we stick to our roles here. And who the hell is Betty?”"What I don't understand is why you brought Sarah into all of these.”“There's definitely a mix up somewhere. I'm not who you think I am. Now get lost before I knock you down," she breaths, yelling fr