Sarah“I’m done taking orders from you, Betty and you have to keep your voice down. You’re in a hospital for God sake,” I warn, with clenched teeth. If there was a better choice Betty would cease from being a part of my life.“The same hospital I lobbied for you to get? Are you forgetting so soon how I saved your ass from Luca? Have you forgotten our deal?” Betty demands, tightening her fist on my wrist.“And then what? Is that why you think I owe you? I’m beginning to think I would thrive better with Luca than having you around.”I snap my wrist from her grip, “Truth be told, I don't see who's the better devil between you two. At least I wouldn’t go about risking my life. I almost died.”The memory of the gunshots and limp bodies floods my mind. I had to pretend to Marco when he came to my rescue the other day. I couldn't defend myself the last night he drove me home. What of he'd found out my real purpose of being at the nightclub?“Almost. But you didn't…” Betty remarks, irking me e
Sarah I study the other occupants of the room, regretting my choice. They seem to be his bodyguards. Even if I manage to get the keys out of those pockets, chances of a smooth escape are slim.Dark shades, casual fitting wears, they are all dressed in black, except the man standing before me, now shirtless.His eyes are bloodshot, with a weak sparkle in them, as they peer down at my body. He seems amused by my compliance or maybe he's just a sex hungry pervert."Shawn must have said alot about me, I suppose. Or maybe your father did, " he says, serving himself a cup of wine as he unhooks his belt.My eyes brighten up. He knew my father. Of course. It's the only reason he's willing to help."Your father and I used to be very close until his premature demise. I guess it all happened for the better. I get to see you again. Ahh. That little girl, he cherished so much... Look how much you've grown."He knows me? The damned man knows me. He's probably one of the men my father had promised m
MarcoSome pain are easily forgotten until they're dug back up. The more I try to erase the thoughts of Sarah, the more messed up my day becomes.The innocent girl seems to be all that I need but the darkness around me is more than I can bare. It can never be safe for her.I adjust my leather jacket in front of the large mirror in my room. A clean shave and a new haircut. Anything to keep me hidden, to keep away from my rivals flocking about in search of me.Andrey promised my safety, but I can't bank on that. I've to pull some strings myself. It's a good thing I've a reputable image in public.I glance at my wrist watch. It's about evening. Sarah should be preparing to be at home. I've spent the last couple of days on her trail, keeping watch from a distance like a creep. She barely leaves the house after getting back from the hospital. I bury a cap over my head,wearing a dark shade as I step out.I need to another dose of her beauty, until I can control the thoughts of her.I pull o
Sarah I rush back in, my heart racing ceaselessly, as I take off my jacket. I slide gradually to the floor as the bleeding increases. The jacket I used to cover up my injury is stained. Thankfully, Marco didn't notice. A sharp pain shoots through my side, reminding me of the danger I only sparsely escaped. Was it a stray bullet, or a deliberate attempt to take me down? I would never know.I try to catch my breath, my mind racing with questions. Betty's sudden appearance and timely rescue offer some relief, but there's an unsettling feeling at the back of my mind as I notice that the bedroom door wide open. Someone was here or I'm just being paranoid. "Mind telling me who the bloody hell was that and why he came?" Betty questions, towering above me with a sneer. "My personal affairs stays personal. Either you help me stop this bleeding or you leave me the fuck alone," I yell back, taking up a scissors from the first aid kit.Betty scuffs, finally squatting to help me."All I'm doing
SarahThe best I can do is play cool and hide my anxiety, else I'll blow the whole thing off. I turn off the engine but my hands are still glued to the wheels,"I've a sick two-year old who wouldn't take his drugs till he sees his mama," I say, as convincing as possible. One of the cops takes a step closer, scanning the insides of the vehicle. “Your papers?”“All updated.” I reach for the car documents and after scanning through he signals to the other cop ahead. "What's in trunk?" "Just clothes for the weekend.” My hands are shaking as I avoid his gaze.Immediately the barricade is taken off. I strike the vehicle back to life and prepare to zoom off when another voice booms from the corner,“Just to be sure ma'am, we need to check the trunk. We don't need to waste your time. Open it up, I'll go check.”I'm stuck. I'm fucking stuck. I watch the man walk around the car, halting by the trunk.I smile nervously at the cop standing by my window as I unlock the trunk.“I really don't kno
SarahI try to lift myself off the floor but my body seems heavier than usual. Those injections must have been hard drugs. From the moment I stepped out of my car to the moment a gun was pointed at me, my heart has been working overtime.I don't know who they are. Although very tipsy, I can still hear their voices flying over my ears.All of my pleas have fallen on deaf ears. After all they got their package. I attempt another cry for mercy,"Please, let me go," propping myself up slightly to meet the gaze of the man standing next to me."Isn't she adorable, Pope?" one of them ask. I recognize the voice. He had tried to force a kiss on me before i lost control of my body to the drugs. Whether he eventually did steal the kiss or got even more, it's hard to tell. Evil monsters with weird names, that's what they are. I cannot but dread what is to become of me if I spend another minute here. The room I was kept in earlier, the harassment from these men. All of it reminds me a lot of Luca
MarcoHow the fuck did she get involved in this? I find it hard to wrap my head around the whole situation. Sarah the nurse? How did she transform into Sarah the crack dealer? And now an auction prize? Dammit. If I was fast enough, I would have found out first. It would have been easy to clear out the mess. But, now that the Master is actively involved, I'm sure as hell that I will be needing a greater force to get her out of this twist. The only person I can trust to win such a war is Igor Sidorov. Shit! I still have an unsettled beef with my father. How would I open up to tell father I'm working for one of his enemies. The same man he had to sell his daughter to for a peace offering.My father isn't stupid. He'll connect the dots and finally shut me up forever, just like he did mother and blamed it on cancer.He won't dare lay a finger on Sarah. I will save her before it becomes another complex problem like that of my sister."You saved the day, Bricks. You're catching on fast," I
SarahThe burning spotlight and the threatening faces glaring at me only adds to my unease as I stand at the centre, like a trapped prey. The luminescence exaggerating my nakedness with my head drooped. I can't bear to look up. Timid. Scared. Or broken. I can't define what I feel. Several warnings, No, threats have been made if I fail. The only way to escape this is to win the highest bid and hope that whoever buys me is less of a beast compared to the rest of the predators hunting me. If my father were still alive, I'm certain my life can't be as bad as its turning out to be. I could have ignored our differences and requested for his help. But now, I'm all I have. The prices don't stop skyrocketing, and it's seem more like a competition, than a bidding. Just as planned. The speaker blares as the announcer exclaims at every raise. “a thousand dollar,” a thick voice booms from the far end of the room. I'm tempted to look up. For the first time, I hear such a voice commands both respe
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
SHAWNThe fucker is standing right next to her. I hate to see her cry but she deserves to be punished. Everything I've ever done has been for her, yet she chose to trust this fucker over me. Brought my very son to him. I try not to think about how many times he's had to touch her. My Maria.She can't belong to anyone else and she knows this.The anger grows rapidly inside of me as the doctor halts in front of her."Please, don't do this," Maria pleads. She's managed to crawl to the door. Her cry stings my heart as the fucker attempts to land a kiss on her.That's when I reach my limit. The guts he has. All I wanted was to scare her, to make fear me, respect and just follow me.I'm more than enough for her. That has to sink in her tiny sexy brains.Three close shots. He goes limp, and falls right by her side.She screams, shutting her eyes in terror."You've forgotten who I am so soon," I say, approaching her and kicking the body away from her.Now that I've details about the doctor
SarahHis grip over my mouth is so hard. All my attempt to get away proves futile. My heart beats even faster as he pulls me out of bed.My back is against his chest but as we walk past the large mirror in the room, he halts.His gaze rests on my reflection. "Maria, i dont like that look on your face. Everything I've ever done has been for your own good."All i do is shut my eyes, hoping this is a dream. A lucid dream Michel assured me that Shawn was a forgotten past.I didn't bother to ask how he knew but i believed stupidly.Shawn leans towards my ears, his grip tighten against my mouth."I've something to show you. Please, Maria, please, dont do anything stupid."He grabs the sheets on the bed to cover my naked body up."Do you miss me? There's no doubt. You do. But i'm mad at you. Maybe I'll be able to forgive you afterwards. Just maybe..."He pulls me towards the door. The tears trickle down my cheeks over his palm."I hate to see you cry," he continues as he unlocks the door,
Sarah"I got a call..." Michael begins, resting both palms on my shoulders, like he's about to give a long speech.His reaction makes me uneasy. At least I made sure no one noticed when i left. "Remember i mentioned something about my sister living in the same neighborhood with you."I nod in agreeement. "There was a fire."I pretend to be shocked, but i am. How did he find out so quickly. "Is your sister okay-.." i ask."Yes. But," he hesitates but continues, "The fire started at your place.""My house is on fire?" I force the tears to leave my eyes.Michael pulls me into a hug making it easier for me to fake it as I cry aloud against his soft fabric."This is now your home, Sarah. I'll also replace everything that was lost in the fire," Michael adds. I pull away from him, thankfully my face is wet enough."You don't have to. Maybe this is a sign for a fresh start indeed," i blurt out. "I don't want to look back anymore.""I agree, Sarah. The police have begun investiagtion on th
SarahI knew the doctor to be comfortable, but i would never have guessed that he could own such a massive place. There are a few staff around, as they help us unpack the few luggages we brought. A bag for Carlo and one for me. "It's massive," i whisper under my breath as i pat Carlo on my shoulder. He's still fast asleep."I have something to show you," the doctor says, guiding me away from the lobby with bright chandeliers at the centre, towards the flight of stairs ahead. We arrive at the first floor. The first door to our right leads to a room. "Are you ready?" he asks. I nod, gaping around like some lost stranger. I've lived in luxury all my life but with the doctor, it's different.I'm not a prisoner.As he opens the door i find a beautiful nursery all set up.My palm clasp over my mouth, stopping me from exaggerating my emotions, careful not to wake Carlos.The emotions rush in as i step in. It's blue-themed. A typical baby-boy room."I'll call in a nanny to take care of hi
MarcoThe old woman doesn't seem to buy my story. Her look spells suspicion.I retain the smile on my face, closing the gap between us while I continue,"I'm surprized Elizabeth never mentioned it. She told me she'll be here also.""I'm going to call the cops on you. Stay away," she yells making her way back in."Grandma," the little boy comes running out, stopping the woman in her tracks.He's holding a picture frame, extending it to the woman. The boy for one is certainly smart.The woman takes a glance at the picture, and back at me.I catch a faint view of it. A picture of Andrey. For some reasons, he looks almost like me. It's part of the reasons i don't believe Ricco and his lies.Andrea and I have always shared a striking resemblance."Do you believe me now?" i say to the woman, squatting in front of the boy and ruffling his hair."What's your name big man?" The boy doesn't smile. Not a word escaped his mouth. Just the surprise written all over him."Your story had better b
Shawn For a doctor, he sure is a hard man. I barely escaped him. Not without a severe hit on my arm and a bruised knee. For one, i acquired the vehicle, in on piece, however broken my bone feels right now.I've to lay low. Get these fuckers off my track for now or i just might be a cheap prey for them. I'm heading north, with no direction as i try to set up the GPS of the car.They will try to find the village now that I've exposed one of the hideouts.Even though it will be no use to them. There's no way they can crack the vault without the clues in my possession.Still, i'm living nothing to chance. Not the inheritance I worked for. Not ever. I drift into a sharp corner, viewing the rare view mirror for any sign of my enemies. It looks all clear. I keep driving, searching around the car for notes. I'm dead broke, for a man entrusted with such wealth.I find a dollar bill and make a brief stop at a grocery store.Before i get out of the car, I clean off the blood stains on my
ElvisA tall man in clean suits and black shades draw my attention. Immediately I turn around he says,"Come with me."I follow behind closely. Soon, we arrive in front of a black limousine parked by the corner of the road. He opens the door for me as I step into the unknown.There's a woman sitting opposite me in the luxurious car.She has a white hat on and every other clothing on her matches her hat, except the red scarf around her neck and the dark shades. The white hat covers a good portion of her face, making me catch only a faint view of her nose and a deep-red lipsticks, matching the scarf around her neck.The whiff of her flowery scent subdues my sense of smell for a minute."We've been expecting you, Mr. Elvis Griffin," she says. "Let's say, we have a better offer for you, that'll make you reject the one your boss offered.""Who are you?" I ask, my voice frantic, the air in the vehicle suddenly feels more tense."You don't need to shout. Besides, if i had ill intentions tow
MarcoShe attempts to keep driving, threatening to knock me down but I stand my ground. I move no muscle.She can't hit me. I know that for sure.Besides, it's a weak attempt. The frustration is evident in her expression as she storms out of the car."what the actual fuck are you? Get out of my way," she yells. Instead i fold my arms, staring at her with a cold smile."Really? That's how you treat an old friend?" I tease."I dont know what you're talking about," she replies, turning off her headhlights. The dim lights in the garage is the only light source we have now. She walks up to me, still looking flustered.But she can't fool me.“Quit the pretence, Betty.”“Look, I don't know who you're and why you were hired. But it's best we stick to our roles here. And who the hell is Betty?”"What I don't understand is why you brought Sarah into all of these.”“There's definitely a mix up somewhere. I'm not who you think I am. Now get lost before I knock you down," she breaths, yelling fr