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
MarcoIt's Sarah. At my door step. Her eyes are swollen and filled with tears. “You’re dangerous Marco maybe more dangerous than my father,” she's talking. All I do is stare like a dummy, listening to her.“...But those were the things I fell for. I can't stay away, Marco. The few minutes I spent out there all alone made me realize that it's you. It has always been you. And for me, this is how it begins. Whatever you are, I want it. All of it.”She ends her statement sharply, pulling me by my collars unexpectedly and sucking at my lips aggressively.I’m too drunk for my weight because I can't pull away. I don’t want to. Whatever I said back at the parking lot, I take them all back. I want her too. I want to be her Don, if that’s what happiness is for her. I want to be everything she wants. I can fulfill all her dreams of a perfect partner. That's not true, but I can try. She’s pulled the strings and I’m ready to be the Marco that’s more than enough for Sarah. One that’s good enough.
Marco“What happened on that day?” I ask, after feeding her with a few spoons.“I was kidnapped,” she replies while swallowing the content in her mouth. “Who was the girl wearing the gown if it wasn't you?”She begins to cough. I help with a glass of water, but my mind is on those details. I need answers. It wouldn't let me sleep especially after i became sober. “I have a vague memory of what happened that day.”I clean off food stain sticking to the corner of her lips before i take my seat again. “I hope you understand my reasons for these questions. The only way I can protect you is by knowing all of your enemies.”I'm about to ask another question when I hear a phone vibration. It's not mine.“You have a call.”Sarah rushes up, heading towards the cellphone on a stool in the sitting room.“Who was it? ” I ask since she didn't pick the call.“A wrong number. How about we suspend this chat and have—”“It's important I know everything, Sarah. We don't have much time to spend here,”