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
MarcoIt took me an hour to get to the destination. Before I could open the door, two men approach me. I'm at that point where nothing scares me.Whatever these strangers are up to can never be anything compared to what I've to lose.Arrogantly, I follow them, glaring at one who tried to hold me, “Get your hands off me.”There's a small bar ahead. It's empty. And dark. One step inside and I'm almost choking from the smell. I can smell coke, tobacco and a mix of cheap cigarettes.“You came. Of course you did,” a voice responds from the shadows.“Akim...come over”A man pops out. I recognize the face as a lamp is turned on. “i just knew you were familiar. I know you from somewhere,” he continues, taking pauses and sniffing at white powder on the bar counter.“We've nothing in common. Why the fuck did you break into my apartment?” I demand.It's the last job I did for The Boss. I remember all these faces, especially the one carrying a briefcase.“Of course we do. It's high time we settl
SARAH I struggle to find my voice, as I reply,“I’m okay—”“Not you. I’m talking about Carlos. He has a fever.”He heads for the door without waiting for my response and for a moment it feels like I’m living a dream. Has he forgiven me?He drives hurriedly to the hospital, as we both sit in awkward silence as I rock Carlos.In no time the doctor attends to him. I’m worried about Marco’s sudden appearance but more about my son’s condition.I've been home with him all day and I didn't notice. He might think of me to be a careless mother.I jump out of my seat as the doctor walks out with a numb expression.“Mr. Sidorov, I’m afraid your son might be needing blood,”“What happened to him!” I squeak, unable to contain my emotions with the news.“There's no time to go over the details but this is critical.“I’m his mother,” I say with a breaking voice as Marco meets my gaze briefly. I take a nervous gulp as I walk behind the nurse.The thoughts of Carlos overshadows my thoughts, but ther
SHAWN“What is she doing here?” I say under my breath while groaning in pain from the second kick.The cops are here.This is certainly not ending well. Coughing sporadically, I grab my chest, crawling my way towards the scene.“Maria, get back,” I yell, but she's not looking in my direction. She doesn't see me.Her gaze is fixed on a man. A man I remember vividly. A man I hated. A man Giovannin tried to kill. Or we all thought was dead.“Sarah? How did you get into all these?” the man says, walking slowly towards Ricco and Maria, who grabs my woman tight on the throat and threatens,“Seems to me that you underestimate me.”He sends a shot in the air, and resumes the weapon on her temple.He’s hurting my little boy. I can see the grip on his waist.I try to save her, but I’m losing so much blood.And Maria, she still doesn't see me.Jealousy courses through me like a wildfire. With the last of my strength, I escape my captor’s grip and run to the centre of the battle.“Let her go!”
MarcoThe words escaped my lips before I can catch them.Our baby. The dream of seeing her again had been long dead.And now, she's not only right before me, she's holding on to a version of me.I don't need to ask questions. The resemblance is unmistakable.I feel my world breaking as I force my limbs away from her.My Sarah.It's too surreal to believe, yet I'm going to fight this battle to the end.I turn around abruptly, ordering Sophia without meeting her gaze,“Inform the rest about the new development. At all times, keep an eye on her.”I hear the vehicle zooming off behind me but I don't look back. It'll require more effort to pull away from her ensnaring stare.There's a man just ahead of us and a parked van by the road side.“Where's our man?”“We lost him,” I say, heading straight for the back seat of the cop’s car.“That was not the plan—”“Our lives will be in more danger if we waste precious time. The governor is behind all these,” I reply the detective.“And who is th
Marco“They are here,” I hear Luca say beside me. “Who let the damn cat out?...who!”His voice reverberates the area while I struggle to get back on my feet.There's danger. Evidently. And the room is quiet. The blaring siren from outside foretells nothing good.It's either the cops have found us or Sophia didn't do a good job in concealing our movements from Ricco.“We don't have much time to debate. We have to leave—”“Who made you the boss?” Luca interrupts Padre as I regain balance on both legs. He successfully hijacked the attention from me.All I can think about is the woman that captured my heart years ago. And still does.Sarah. She's here.My environment fades off for a moment, playing back memories from the past.A loud cry snaps me out of my reverie, “Marco, Run!”Before I make the first move, the whole crowd scampers off fleeing away with their weapons, including the voice that yelled at me.I sight Padre’s back view fleeing with the rest.The concentrated smell of gaso
SarahI can feel every one of my pores seeping out sweat as I try to reach Shawn who is backing me. We are both tied to a wooden chair, hands to the back.“What in the world are you up to?” I whisper to him, yet my gaze is fixed on the men surrounding us.This was not the plan.“It’s the only way to put an end to this madness,” Shawn responds, clearly unbothered.“Carlos is all alone with some stranger—”“He’s my son too” Shawn yells back, a drop of sweat hanging on his nose as he spins over the chair to face me.“You either do as I say or you get us all killed…including Carlos. We can afford to make mistakes now—” Shawn stops abruptly.He stares at me for more than a second as we both look to the direction of the sudden noise.“They’re here,” he whispers rather to himself, adjusting his position while clutching the weapon in his hands, enough to stay hidden.My heartbeat thumps loudly as I watch the shadow flicker behind the dusty windows ahead.All I can think of is my son laying s
Marco My grip tightens on the steering wheel, my mind becoming as reckless as my speed.Sarah. The same old Sarah.If this Shawn really has her, then there's no going back.But...what if it's a prank?I've been here a couple times to believe such stories.The thoughts of Sarah clouds my mind.“Give me the phone,” I demand, my other arm outstretched.My heart's thumping faster all of a sudden.It can't be the stranger in my back seat. Certainly not the cars chasing close behind.It must be her.Again. Sophia hesitates at my request, but something in my expression makes her give in. I glance down at the message glaring back at me:“Turn around, or you’ll lose more than the game. I've what you need, MARCO”I clench my jaw, my knuckles turning white. “He’s bluffing,” I say, though I don’t fully believe my words. My heart pounds harder by the minute. Sarah has always been a delicate piece. Somehow she mixes up with every part of my business and makes it hard to execute ruthless decisio
Marco Before I can respond, Sophia’s already packing up her equipment, saving files, closing out of secure databases. “I’ll reroute everything to a mobile setup. With that, I can operate from the road.”“Good. I'll be in the car. Meet me in five,” I say, heading toward the door. I glance back at her. “Sophia—thanks.”She gives a sharp nod, though I catch a glimpse of worry on her face. We've been here before.History is about to repeat itself. “Just don’t get yourself killed. I’d hate to do this without you,” she finally chokes.We’re in the car and halfway across the city before either of us speaks again. I steal a glance at Sophia, her eyes focused, fingers tapping on a tablet as she keeps an eye on Ricco’s movements. Every minute counts. Every second. If Ricco’s man gets to Padre first, we lose the one card we have against him.Not just him, including the corrupt officials funding their activities.Padre is the only key, we can't affor to lose it.As we approach the penitentiary,
MarcoAs I turn to leave the lab, Sophia grabs my arm, her grip surprisingly firm for someone half my size.“Marco, please listen to me. This isn’t about Padre alone. Ricco’s reach is deeper than we think, and getting tangled up with Padre could ruin everything. They’re tied to powerful groups, and they don’t tolerate outside interference.”Her words sink in, but there’s no going back now. I give her a straight look, pulling my arm free from her grip. For one, she knows she can't stop me.“If this information leads us to unraveling Ricco’s entire operation, then it’s worth the risk.”She sighs, adjusting her glasses and muttering something under her breath. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”I slip out of the lab, heading into the cool evening air. A quick drive brings me to the outskirts of the city, near the penitentiary. It’s set behind high towering steel fences and walls.At the entrance, I flash a badge I’d 'gotten through a past job, posing as an attorney. The guard bare
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