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
MarcoThe blaring sirens. The hands behind those wheels. All seems like a wild dream, as I we drive far away from the scene. “We were lucky to find your look alike. I still don't understand how you managed to get on the papers,” Andrey says. And surprisingly, he doesn't make it a big deal. I'm quiet at the backseat, with Nina. Embarrassing. Fucking embarrassing to be saved by someone like him.One way or another, he'll make me pay. Nothing's ever free. Nina is resting on my laps while I stare vaguely at the windows , seeing my faded reflection and the moving trees. He's still talking. Maybe scolding. Or gloating. But the thought of being saved by my brother only makes me certain how much work I need to do on myself and what task lay ahead of me as a payback for his favor. I've to grow out of all of their shadows. And be a self-made boss. I can't keep depending on them for help.The car, as well as its surroundings, is quiet now. We are way past the cops.“They'll still find me.
SarahThere is soft music playing. And for a moment I could feel my mother. Right here, beside me, singing, while I sleep. It feels like a dream but I can sense the crazy reflection of light and the piercing heat of the sun against the sheets and on my arm.“Mother…” I whisper. It feels like home. The peaceful home I knew. Where nothing mattered, masked in the comfort of my mother's arms.I smile weakly and try to reach for her embrace when I hear a clank of metals.Immediately, the music stops. My hands. My legs, wouldn't move further. I flick my eyelids open, attempting to see what has held me down.To my amazement, all my four limbs are chained down to the small bed in a large room.It doesn't look familiar. In horror, I begin to force the metals, panting heavily but instead the pain in my arm increase. There's a bandage around my head and a sling around my shoulder extending to a part of my hand covered in bandages.Gradually, I recollect all that happened the night before.Who