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
SarahShawn!That's the first things that blares in my head.He knows about this. I have no doubts.“Hello. Are you there?” the voice at the other end brings me back to the present as I try to steady my reaction. “Yes. I'll get back to you shortly,” i reply, turning off the phone. I'm walking around, biting my phone, brushing into my hair. It suddenly feels like a tight room with no air. Who do I contact? I'll be in big trouble if Shawn speaks. Or if the feds find Marco and in the process stumble on that evidence.All what my father have done in the past will be paid, By me. They sure don't know me as Maria but it wouldn't be long till my secret is revealed if I don't act now. I take out my phone, about to dial the first name that pops up in my head when the door swings open.“You were taking so long,” she says almost stopping half way into her words.“Did something happen?” she asks looking worried, then I realize I had an horrific look on.“No. Everything is fine,” I say with a
MarcoBig Tom bangs his fist, causing the glass table to crack. As if that didn't hurt enough, he sweeps everything on the table to the floor, catching the revolver close to him before it falls off. He aims at me. “What the fuck were you up to? All the times we tried to bring down the Snakes, you've always been a fucking blood. A motherfucking Sidorov.”He shoots at the ceiling. Still consumed in his rage.I didn't flinch. I've seen this day a long time ago. The very first day I sold out my loyalty to Big Tom.I knew this day will eventually come.It was the only way I could get back Nina. “And your sister? You've been related all along!”“Keep her out of this. We had a deal, ” I say as calm as I can.Nina doesn't deserve all of this.She knows nothing and I hate that she's suffering so much for a family that has caused her only pain.“A deal you broke a long time ago. Was Igor a part of this!” he yells back. I can see his hands quivering as he paces around. At any moment, he can do