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,”
MarcoThere isn't much to be done. Big Tom didn't even notice my absence. Man has been into some troubles only him can solve. All I need to do is deliver this truck to the address and check up on my little sister before I get back to Sarah.I don't like that she's all alone back there. Who knows if someone knows about her location. What if they break in?All these thoughts only make me want to rush out of here and get back to her as quick as possible. If she really wants to stay then I can't say no. I could enroll her into one of Andrey's training centers, but I have to be there with her. The only girl amidst potential hitmen isn't the kind of safety I wished for her.I halt in front of a large brown gate. I've no idea of what's in the truck as usual. Big Tom and whoever the receiver is must have had a conversation. I'm only the middle man. Two armed men approach me, looking up to face me. “ID?” They demand.What ID are they requesting.“From Big Tom,” I reply, without turning off th
AkimThe surrounding is lonely and the bright lights from the reception ahead cast a reflection on the lonely van parked carelessly outside. I open the trunk door of the van, a pipe hanging at the corner of my mouth. I jump down from the truck, scanning the area with a look of contempt. Two others follow behind. “We've arrived at his place. He sure has some history, to afford a place like this. Leave it to me, Luca,” I speak into a device as two other men follow behind. “Good. Get whatever you need. Clean your tracks and keep him alive,” my boss says at the other end of the phone and then it beeps.I replace the phone in my breast pocket, while one of my men approache me,“What's the update from boss? A clean kill?”“Sucker. I wouldn't need you two if that was the plan,” I reply with gritting teeth. “He wants him alive…it wouldn't be for long,” I mutter to myself before turning back to the others, ”Keep watch outside.”I walk into the revolving door, hiding my weapon under my coat, p