The orange glow of a burning cigarette was the only flicker of life in the sheer darkness of a stormy night. Taking long drags, Alejandro felt the smoke seep into his lungs. Tall, handsome, and imposing, he exuded an aura of authority that commanded attention. His piercing gaze seemed to bore into the darkness as he sat in his study, fuming about the audacity of someone who dared to enter his territory and kidnap his sister. Anger and worry consumed him as he thought of Sophia, the unexplainable circumstances surrounding her abduction, and the fact that all efforts to uncover the truth had proven abortive.
Today marked the fifth day since she had been taken from the estate. How? He still had no idea, especially since every nook and corner of the estate was under the watchful eye of surveillance cameras monitored by his men. He sat unmoving in the dark like a statue, a lit cigarette in hand, grappling with the feeling of failure. Sophia was his only living relative, and he loved her dearly, even if he didn’t always show it. Now, she was gone, and he blamed himself for not being able to protect her.
Alejandro had been the mafia lord and leader of the Hernandez cartel since his father’s death. He lost his mother to cancer when he was much younger and had sworn to protect his sister with everything he had. Eight years had passed since he took the reins of the cartel, and he had built a legacy far greater than his father’s—one forged from blood, pain, and sweat. His men had been working tirelessly to figure out who was behind her abduction. He had even hired one of the best hackers to breach the police's CCTV database, searching for any trace of Sophia, but all efforts had been in vain.
“Alejandro!” shouted Juan as he hurriedly entered the study. Juan had known Alejandro for as long as he could remember. Though they came from different worlds, their fates had been intertwined from the very beginning. Alejandro’s father was a feared and respected mafia lord, while Juan was the son of Alejandro’s father’s most trusted lieutenant. They had been trained together by Alejandro’s ruthless father, learning the art of survival, strategy, and leadership. Alejandro was expected to inherit his father’s empire, and Juan was trained to stand by his side as an equal, not a servant. The boys endured every hardship together, becoming brothers bound by loyalty and forged through the dangers of cartel life.
“We found her!” Juan exclaimed.
Alejandro jumped to his feet. “Where? Who took her? How is she?"
“We found a clip of Sophia. The last person she was seen with was Jace, before we saw her being hurled, unmoving, into a black truck by some men with covered faces.”
“Wait! Jace? That bastard! He planned this because he knows he’s going to have to pay for the drugs he stole! Where was he last seen?” Alejandro asked, pacing back and forth.
“He’s completely off the radar, and we can’t track him,” one of his men responded.
“Fuck!” Alejandro shouted, hurling a whiskey bottle against the wall. “Find me everything you can about his family and report back to me. Also, tell the other guys to get ready.” His tone was final.
Two hours later, Juan managed to gather every single report on Jace’s family, both dead and alive. He discovered that Jace had only one sister who resided in New York, along with every detail about her—where she worked, her home address, and the routes she took to and from work. Alejandro ordered Juan and the others to suit up and prepare for a flight to New York. If Jace thought it was acceptable to mess with his family, Alejandro would do the same—and worse. He vowed to make Jace’s family suffer, relishing the thought of making him regret ever stealing from him and having the audacity to kidnap his sister.
Downing the remaining whiskey in his glass, Alejandro left the study. They landed in New York at midnight and tracked down Aria to a sketchy old warehouse. Moving in silently with his men, they lurked in the darkness until they heard hushed voices arguing. Alejandro laid eyes on two figures and fired shots into the night. One of them was Jace. He fired another shot, hitting Jace in the arm, and sent some men after him as he attempted to flee.
His gaze shifted to the petite woman rooted in place, dressed in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants, shaking in fear. “Hi, Aria,” he said coldly, a sinister smile creeping across his face.
“What do you want from me?” she stammered, her instincts screaming warnings as she felt the blood rush in her ears.
“I have a proposition for you,” Alejandro replied, moving closer. He whispered into her ear before injecting her in the neck with a syringe containing midazolam, a powerful sedative. He watched as her body went limp against him, then shoved her into Juan’s arms and ordered him to get her into the car.
The men he had sent to chase after Jace returned, reporting that he had help and had driven off. They hadn’t seen the driver’s face, as the window was rolled up. Alejandro ordered them to search Aria’s apartment for any important information and to hack into her cell phone to send an emergency leave notice to her workplace, avoiding any suspicions that might arise.
Waking up to serious migraines, Aria found herself with her hands and legs tied to a bed, something she never thought could happen to her. The excruciating pain in her head made it difficult to recollect what had happened before she blacked out, and the blinding sunlight streaming through the gigantic windows only intensified her discomfort.Suddenly, the door swung open, and a woman who looked like a Victoria's Secret model entered, dressed in a short, armless gown that accentuated her stunning figure. Even Marilyn Monroe would have been envious of her beauty, Aria thought as the woman strutted toward her, carrying a tray with a glass of water and what appeared to be a pill container.Feeling weak, Aria attempted to sit up but fell back onto the bed. The woman regarded her with an unreadable expression, saying nothing as she forced a pill into Aria's mouth, followed by a sip of water. Aria struggled against her, but her strength was fading. As the woman turned to leave, she said, "Th
Alejandro's eyes seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words, his gaze piercing into her very being. His voice broke the silence, dripping with menace. "I'm sure you now understand the situation?"Aria swallowed hard, her heart racing. "I... I think so," she stammered, sniffing as tears continued to pour down her cheeks. Alejandro's gaze never wavered.“Good! Your brother stole from me, and that’s unacceptable. He also kidnapped my sister; now that’s him signing off his death sentence.”Aria continued to shake, gripped by fear. "I’ll make it right," she promised, crying between her words. "I’ll pay back whatever he stole, and for your sister. I think... I think you’re mistaken. Jacewould never do such a thing," she added, her voice trembling.Alejandro's expression turned livid. "It's not that simple!" he shouted. "Your brother's actions have consequences."Aria's eyes pleaded with him. "Please, don’t hurt me," she begged tearfully. Alejandro's smile was cold. “I’m not promising you anyt
What is this place?" she demanded, trying to hide the fear in her voice. Juan's smile instantly turned into a frown. "This is where... business is conducted," he said, his eyes glinting with something unsettling.Aria stepped back, sensing the darkness and terror emanating from the steel doors. "You’re holding people here, aren’t you?" she asked, her voice trembling. Juan chuckled softly. "Guests, Aria. Just very... special guests," he added with a smile that sent chills down her spine.Suddenly, a scream echoed from behind one of the doors, so loud that she flinched. The sound sent a wave of terror coursing through her. "Who… who’s in there?" she stuttered. Juan's expression turned sinister. "Someone who’s learned to appreciate El Patrón’s hospitality and kindness."Panic surged within her; she knew she had to get out of there, fast. As she turned to leave, Juan grasped her arm, his grip like a vice. She was sure he had left a mark. "Remember, Aria, curiosity can be quite deadly. Lit
Interesting?Were those supposed to be interesting? She thought as her eyes darted around. "There's nothing interesting in here." She muttered. "Oh, so it's fun then." He replied to her, and she couldn't help but move back a bit, seeing as he was getting closer than she could take in. "Look at me!" He ordered, hating that she was avoiding everything about him.She struggled to look up but dared not look him straight in his eyes. "I want to get cleaning." She whispered and he looked around the kitchen. "Follow me." He then dragged her to the stairs that led to the basement, where he got people locked and killed. "Are you going to look into my eyes, or would you like to be thrown into one of these rooms?"She froze.Huh?What punishment was better? She thought as she struggled with the decision. Both of them were like death sentences. She didn't know which was better. "Why are you doing all this to me?" Tears were starting to steam down her face. "Both can kill me! Which way is a bett
Miguel had a lot of fun relaxing for the rest of the day and the next morning being Monday, she got up, got dressed for work, and made her way to Prime Enforcement Agency."Greetings Miss Miguel! There is an urgent meeting going on right now. President Jude asked that I inform you to get involved." Kate, her secretary informed her the moment she stepped her feet in her office. "I see! You may leave." She signaled, and Kate walked out.Miguel sat on her seat and became curious. What sort of impromptu meeting could be going on right now? She thought and after making sure everything was fine, she got up and walked into the meeting room. Everyone's eyes were wide open as she walked in and sat on a seat closer to President Jude."Morning everyone!" She said and went mute. A few answered her in pretense while the rest, who were actually young women, chose to remain mute, visibly showing their resentment for her, but Miguel never gave a fuck about them."It's good you are here Agent Miguel.
"Oh my fucking god! You mean you have his sister in your custody? That's hella iconic. I'm scared of you Miguel. You are fucking awesome." He praised her, the excitement in him very visible that he held her arm and moved her out of much excitement. Miguel wasn't fazed by his excitement. "Do you now believe I'm the best for this job?" She asked him without any ounce of emotion in her voice."No one is taking that away from you. You are the baddest bitch in this game." He swore as she started the car and then drove off. "Oh, my world! I'm in awe of you Miguel. I'm blessed that I have you." He kept praising her. He picked up the phone and called his team, transferring the job away from Anita to her and soon she got to her house. "You are so amazing." He said as he then got into her room and took out his shirt, sitting on the bed like he'd won completely in life.Seeing his reaction, Miguel knew she had won him back and she did that effortlessly. Her man was back to her! She thought and
His words did a whole lot of things to her body system causing her tears to fall out of her eyes. "you are so evil. I can't believe this." She cried and he watched her like a stupid movie."People like you are the most dangerous. So self-righteous and weird. Watch me destroy your brother Aria or whatever shit you are called." He told her and walked away leaving her there shaking in fear and anger about how she was being treated.Alejandro walked into his study room and turned on his computer to monitor some of his men, but then he realized that hardware was missing, so he got up and walked into his monitoring room where some of his teams and Juan were seated monitoring their men and ensuring that they don't do anything out of place. "Why the fuck have I heard nothing?" He spat, losing his patience.Juan noticed he was going to lose it on the teams in the room so he got up and took Alejandro out of the monitoring room to another one in the opposite direction in the basement. "I think t
Alejandro hated Jace so much that it took him a while to want to see one of his men. Finally, he walked into a special room he had created in the basement and welcomed himself by throwing a punch to his face. "Argh!!" He groaned in pain and Alejandro sat on a chair facing him. Juan walked into the room with another chain and added it to the ones already placed on him. "What's his name?" Alejandro asked Juan."I heard he is Blade," Juan replied and Alejandro's brows moved a bit. "Be must be an important person in the group then. What's up Blade?" He said and brought out his hand for a handshake with Blade. "oh you are caged in my basement. I forgot that. You are also bleeding. That's very disappointing for a man with the name Blade." He mocked Blade who was seated almost lifeless on the chair. After a while, Juan noticed that the blood pouring on the floor was unusual. "I think he needs to get treated," Juan said, and when Alejandro noticed it too, he agreed and left the room, leav
The forest was eerily quiet as dawn bled through the twisted silhouettes of trees. A thick mist hugged the earth, softening the edges of bloodshed and ash that had stained the night. Alejandro sat by the fire they barely had time to light, his eyes locked on the flames like they might offer absolution. Across from him, Aria wrapped a torn blanket around her shoulders, shivering not from the cold but from the storm inside her chest. Jace was resting nearby, his wound stitched with trembling hands and the pain dulled by makeshift medication. For now, they were alive. But they were cornered.Aria's mind wouldn’t rest. Dario’s words echoed relentlessly: "She doesn't even know what she's carrying." What did it mean? She stared at the data drive again, holding it as if it might explode with answers. Somewhere within its encrypted layers lay a truth powerful enough to drive a cartel mad. A truth they were now willing to kill for.Alejandro noticed her grip tightening and stood, walking to he
The night air was thick with tension, so much that it clung to Aria’s skin like a second layer. The distant crunch of footsteps on gravel made her grip the pistol tighter. Every shadow seemed to pulse with danger, every sound a possible threat. From where she crouched beside the jagged cliff edge, she could make out the dark shapes of their enemies disembarking from the boat, weapons drawn, eyes sweeping the terrain.Beside her, Alejandro’s breathing was calm, calculated. He crouched low, his back against the rocks, a rifle balanced on his knee. Though the moment was dire, there was a stillness in him, like the eye of a storm. His hand brushed Aria’s shoulder gently a silent promise that they would survive this. Not just for themselves, but for everything they had endured together.She turned to look at him, their eyes locking in the darkness. His gaze held fire, but beneath it, she caught something unexpected. Regret.“Alejandro,” she whispered, “if we don’t make it ”“We will,” he c
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the water, but the night felt darker now heavier. Aria’s breath came in shallow bursts as the boat jolted through the waves. Every second felt like an eternity as the engines of their pursuers roared in the distance. The sound was a constant reminder of the danger they were in. But even as they neared the narrow mouth of the cove, there was a sense of urgency in the air. This was it the moment of reckoning.Alejandro stood tall, his figure unwavering against the pressure that weighed down on them. His eyes never left the distant horizon as he clutched the wheel, steering them with precision and determination. He was a man used to fighting for survival, but Aria had seen enough of his vulnerability over the past weeks to understand that even he didn’t know if they would make it out of this alive."We’re almost there," Jace called out from the back of the boat, his voice strained. "But they’re right behind us. We won’t have time to
The boat rocked gently in the moonlight, its hull cutting through the water like a knife slicing through soft fabric. The soft sound of waves was a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded hours before. Aria stood at the edge, her hands gripping the cold metal of the railing as she looked out over the vast ocean. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, much like the storm that raged inside her.Alejandro stood behind her, his presence solid, unwavering. He hadn’t spoken much since the ambush, his mind undoubtedly weighed down by the same fears and worries that gripped her chest. But he had said one thing that had lingered in her mind: "We can’t keep running."She couldn’t help but wonder if he was right."We need to face him," Alejandro had said earlier, his voice low but certain. "Santiago will never stop. He’s too dangerous, and now that we’re marked, there’s no escaping it."But how did one face a man like Santiago De La Cruz? A man who had no morals, no hesitation, and no fear in h
The morning crept in like a thief, casting a faint glow over the broken windows and dust-covered floors. Aria sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes as if she could wipe away the exhaustion that clung to her bones. She hadn't slept not really. She'd closed her eyes, listened to Alejandro’s soft, steady breathing beside her, and tried to convince herself they were safe. But her mind had spun in endless circles, haunted by what might come next.Alejandro was already up, pacing near the window. His shirt was wrinkled, his jaw unshaven, and his eyes had that dark gleam again the one that made her nervous, the one that said something had shifted inside him overnight.“What are you thinking?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.He didn’t turn to look at her. “I’m thinking we might not have as much time as I hoped.”Aria swung her legs off the bed, her bare feet touching the cold floor. “Why? What happened?”“There was a black SUV parked on the road this morning,” he said. “It wasn’t there
Aria stood by the car, her heart racing as Alejandro moved toward the house. The darkness around her felt suffocating, and the air, thick with silence, seemed to press in on her from every side. She watched Alejandro’s silhouette disappear into the shadows, his movements deliberate, confident, but there was something about his presence that felt fragile, as though the weight of everything that had been left unsaid was finally beginning to break through.Her mind churned with questions—questions she couldn’t yet answer. Why this house? Why was it abandoned? Who was he running from, really? And why was she, too, caught up in this whirlwind of chaos and danger? She had no answers, and the uncertainty gnawed at her, making her feel more isolated than ever.She hugged her arms to her chest, her eyes scanning the property. The house loomed before her, its broken windows and decaying structure standing like a silent sentinel in the night. The wind howled through the trees, a mournful sound t
The night seemed to stretch on forever, the hum of the engine becoming a low, constant reminder of the tension that hung thick between Aria and Alejandro. They were driving into the unknown, each mile taking them further from the world they had once known, but closer to something darker, something that Aria couldn’t quite understand.Alejandro’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles pale as he navigated the road with a precision that spoke of years of experience. But despite the calm exterior, Aria could see the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes flicked to the rearview mirror every few seconds. They were being followed—she could feel it. And she had a sinking feeling that this was just the beginning.The phone call had left a bitter taste in the air, and Alejandro hadn’t spoken since. He had only snapped the phone shut and tossed it onto the passenger seat beside him, his gaze locked on the road ahead.Aria, unsure of what to say, sat in silence, her fingers nervously
The weight of uncertainty hung in the air as Aria and Alejandro slipped through the alleyway, the shadows of the night swallowing them whole. The city around them, once familiar and comforting, now seemed like a labyrinth, its streets twisted with danger at every turn. Every sound, every movement felt like a threat, a warning that their time was running out.Alejandro had said they were leaving, but Aria wasn’t sure where they were going. She only knew that they had to get as far away as possible from the building where they had just been, from the people who were closing in on them. Her heart pounded in her chest, every step feeling like a race against an unseen enemy.They walked quickly, but there was a purpose in their movements—Alejandro leading the way, his every sense alert, eyes scanning the surroundings like a man trained to survive. Aria, however, felt like a stranger in this world. She had never known such fear, such chaos, yet in the midst of it, she felt a sense of connec
The streets of the city blurred in a haze of dim light and looming shadows as Aria and Alejandro moved through the night. Her heart was still racing, her breath shallow, but she couldn’t afford to slow down. They had escaped the immediate danger, but the night was far from over. The enemies who had been chasing her—the ones who had now turned their attention to Alejandro—would not stop. They would hunt them down relentlessly until they had what they wanted.What did they want? That question had lingered in Aria’s mind for days. What did they want with her? What did Alejandro have that they were willing to risk so much? Each time she tried to think it through, she ended up with more questions than answers, but one thing was painfully clear: they were all caught in a game—a dangerous, deadly game—and the rules had changed.Alejandro’s hand was firm on hers, guiding her through alleyways and side streets as they moved with purpose. Every step felt like a race against time. His silence wa