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
Sarah“You don’t remember me?” he asks, adjusting the strap of a brown leather bag hung around his shoulders.“I don’t,” I reply, looking out for an empty seat around. But he stops me and blocks my view.“You are as good as alone now. If you know what’s god for you, don’t try to play smart.”I see a weapon in his pocket as he pulls out something from his bag. “Do you know this person? Apologies, that’s not even a question. Where is he?”It is a picture of Shawn, and another face. I know this person is definitely someone from my past. Although it’s hard to tell if he’s from the enemy’s side.“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never seen these faces.”He claps his hands and begins to laugh deeply, drawing attention from otuer passengers.“Isn't she funny guys?” he turns to them and back to me. His grin condensing immediately into a frown. “Good joke, Maria Giovanni. Now answer the question.”He pulls in closer to me, his pistol now in his hands as he runs the muzzle over my
MarcoMy request didn’t stop them from putting me in the cell for the night. My first night ever in a cell. One of the prison guard approach the barred gate. “You have a guest.” He cuffs my wrists and leads me back to the interrogation room. It's most likely the lawyer I requested for. Taking my seat, I expect the man to turn around to face his new client at least. “You must be the laweyer,” I say, with raised eyebrows. “Way more than that, Marco,”He knows my name. He turns around and immediately it dawns on me. “what were you thinking? That you could just walk away and rat me out to cheap cops?”“That was my only way out.”He laughs, taking out a tobacco stick, puffing the smoke to my face. “You really don’t know who I am up until now, do you?” he snaps his fingher and few cops walk in, including the fat man that interrogated me the previous night. I sit in awe watching as they saluted him.Even the cops knows Big Tom. “I want him transferred to the Russian police. He’s our
MarcoEveryone had their specific positions at the large hall. I was assigned to stay with Big Tom all night like some cheap body guard. Andrea hovered around him most of the time. Other times I caught him talking to some guests at the large garden.We arrive at a decorated hall. It is a chapel and a priest stands far ahead in front of empty pews. A man in black suits and dark shades stands by his side.Is Andrey planning a wedding or an actual coronation? I shoot Andrea a suspicious glance but he doesn't catch it. “Could that be him?” Andre asks Big tom as we approach the tall man in white shiny robe. “I don’t expect him to be here himself,” Big tom replies, suddenly halting and turning to me, puffing his tobacco-filled mouth to my face, “How about you go get yourself a drink.”I meet Andrea’s gaze only for him to gesture my compulsory exit, like father did whenever he had a bloody task.“Why do I have to leave?” I question, my gaze still resting on Andrea, instead of Big Tom. “Ma