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
MarcoIn the thick haze I make my way inside the collapsing structure, choking from the outrageous smoke. My legs suddenly develop a mind of its own as I run into the wreckage not minding the flames ahead.“Sarah!”My voice is quenched by the raging flame and it feels like a arrow hit me when I step on something big. It's a body.In dread I pull it out, my heart breaking with every pull. The burn is a lot, but not enough to disfigure the facial features as I recognize who it is.Clara.What if Sarah is in there too?How did they find them here?As the walls of the house continue to crumble, the flames going up and darkening the bright clouds immediately, I escape, before I get trapped. I stare again at the wreck from a distance and something in me tells me Sarah isn't there. She can't be. Getting back in my car, I zoom off back to my captive in a druken speed. I needed an outlet for my rage and Luca is my best bet. I see blood footprints from the ground floor up until the last flo
Sarah“I never thought I'd see you again, you know? It took you this long to finally show yourself.”Her weapon is still hanging in the air directed at me as I step back inside slowly, hitting the sofa behind and forcing me to sit.“What... What happened? ” I asked. Of all the things that happened that day at the wedding, I Know Betty was confirmed dead.Shawn confirmed it too.But she's right here before me, pointing a gun at defenseless me.“What happened that I'm about to blow your head off or what happened that I'm alive?”She asks, scanning the tiny apartment and then resuming focus on me.“Anyways, I didn't come all the way here to have stupid girl chat. I came to strike a deal, as always, my dear Maria.”She takes a seat opposite me with a mischievous smile. “A deal?” I ask, surprised.“You heard correctly. To cut it short. I don't want to go to jail and I'm sure neither do you. There's a major case on ground and I believe there's someone capable of solving that in a matter of
MarcoWas it just Sarah's voice I heard?Did she just tell me her location? A few hours flight and I have the opportunity to see her. To keep her. To claim her.How did she manage to contact me? Andrey watches me with the corner of his eyes as I join back into the meeting, adjusting my belt as though i went to use the restroom. The board have been considering recruiting more soldiers to our number. As tradition, it is important that both sons of the late Sidorov be present. After the meeting, one of us will be next in line.For some reasons, I'm not as covetous as I was of my father's position. But now that I see how power-hungry Andrey could get, for my freedom, it has to be me. Or a total stranger. “Is everything all right?” one of the capos asks me as I resume my seat.I nod a positive response but in all honesty, I'm also seeking for an excuse to be out of here.I return Andrey's look as his phone beeps in front of him.I just sent him a text, “I have to go. Let's wrap up.”He
SarahThe moment I heard my neighbors yell, it gave me a clue that Marco was here.Betty has a plan. Now, I also have a better plan.I turn on the light.He has a look of surprise. A rough shave. The innocent eyes that contradicts his nature and history.“Marco...” I hear myself whisper as though I can't believe my eyes.Another physical meeting and I'm reminded of how much I felt for this beast.He walks up to me, forcing me to raise my head to meet his eyes.His large palms are placed on my cheeks as he leans me to the pillar close to the kitchen deck.A single touch and I find myself craving for him.“Where have you been? What happened?” he questions with a firm look, but his touch says otherwise.Subtle and gentle, brushing the stray strands of hair to the back of my ear. His presence is so manly, distracting me from my initial plan.Betty is somewhere out there waiting for a signal from me.My personal detectives are on their way to a address I'm about to lure Marco to.But these
SarahI feel bad for what I'm about to do but there's little to no choice left. It's my last chance to finally get rid of these shadows that hunts me.One after the other. My little way of finally finding redemption from every association of the Mafia world.Luca, Don Joe. Shawn... Everyone of them.And Now Marco. I've to start from somewhere, now that I know that the Sidorovs are a big part of all my father faced when he was alive. I pretend to be weak as I feel his beards caress my face when he places a kiss on my forehead.My heart beats faster as we approach the address.The apartment is fake and it was the plan of my boss.I didn't tell him how I intend to bring his target, but he assured me of a promotion after I sent evidence of Marco's presence in my area. No one has to know i knew him all along.“I think we're almost there,” he whispers above me. He's probably speaking to the driver or himself. I steal a fast look before he resumes his gaze on me. I'm pretending to have fa
The AmericansSarah“Stop the car!” I order the taxi driver as we arrive at a deserted path.He steps on the break abruptly, his hands shivering as I step out of the taxi. I try to search for some dollar notes for him but he speeds off in the shortest notice.I pocket the pistol and head north. A train station is somewhere close by. Jogging my way down there would take nothing less than thirty minutes.My phone rings in my pocket as I scan the area.It's an unknown caller.I take another quick glance of my surrounding. The distant sound of the taxi engine fades as I run along. They might have laid ambush on the main streets. This is the shortest and safest path to the train station.The phone rings again. I take a pause, leaning on the pole of a streetlight to catch my breath.I pick the call and wait for the caller to speak. “Do you want a reward or not? I expected to find you at home.”“Betty?” I question in surprise.“Yea. We have who we wanted. You deserve a reward.”“You caught