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
MarcoMy first instinct is to pull out my gun. As I cock the riffle for an aim, a voice cries, “Death trap” It sounds familiar. She's holding her hands out towards me, striken with fear. I catch the face now close-up.“I didn't mean to startle you,” she says, helping me with the bag at the trunk.“That should be my line. Stop creeping in corners,” I reply, “I didn't think you'll choose to stay after all these years.”I turn back to Sarah as I scoop her in my arms, slamming the car door shut with my leg while I let Clara take in the luggages. It's a big surprise for me to meet her here. After all these years of service to my father, she still remains loyal. She has more grey hairs than I remember. Andrey loved her but I still have an unresolved score. It's a good thing she's here, anyway. At least, Sarah has company. Experienced company. I walk into the bungalow, as the glasses slides down for me to pass through after a quick scan of my face at the entrance.I'm sure Igor doesn't kno
MarcoRarely, there's hardly no one around. I'm surprised. I got down from the car, pulling into the entrance and finding it also desserted. Half information. Fuck.With the explosion I heard over the phone, it could mean anything.On the other hand, it could be another of Andrey's tricks. I hate the way I'm feeling. I dash into the main entrance, in search of a fucking soul. No guard. Too quiet to belong to a powerful Sidorov. Nights like this at the mansion should host a feast or a gun party.Maybe the old man has found a better way to live. What are the odds of that happening? It only makes me more convinced. Something isn't right. And I can smell Andrey's hand in this. I run up the flight of stairs, straight into the conference room. It's the only place I'm sure to find my father. They might be having a meeting. Probably about me. They must have seen how qualified I am for the position or maybe he convinced them. I don't care how they arrived at the right candidate as long as
Akim“A Russian, boss,” I speak into the phone as we reroute away from the lonely streets.“That's all you have to say? A Russian?” Luca questions over the phone, his temper about to get the better of him.“We lost him but I promise to dig deep.”“You know what to do” Immediately, his call drops.I hit my fist on the steering as I sneer at the window, driving back.I lost track of Marco. I was this close to reaching him.The only thing left of me is to ransack his apartment for more clue. For a man like my subject who deals in all sorts of drugs, I know there'll be something to pin him down with.I head back to his apartment, parking far away from the penthouse and make my way back into the apartment, in search of something.That's the only language my boss understands and our best way to recruit strong minds into our group. A blackmail or nothing. But I personally don't like the man and Luca seems to be particularly interested.Effortlessly, I break into the apartment.MarcoI'm done