ZION'S POVThe sun was barely peeking over the horizon as I woke up this morning. My apartment is a cluttered mess of camera equipment, scattered notes, and empty alcohol bottles from last night. With a yawn I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. The girl that spent the night at my apartment has most likely left. I prefer it that way, really; I don't like the expectations I wake up to and the awkwardness when a girl spends the night at my apartment and refuses to leave. I grabbed my favorite camera and headed out the door, locking it behind me.I made my usual stop at the coffee shop on the corner. I found out not long after I started living here that Octavia owns it; this is her friend. The barista, Lily, greeted me with a warm smile as I approached the counter."Morning, Zion. The usual?" She asked, already reaching for a cup."You know me too well," I replied, leaning against the counter
Zion's POV The pulsing bass of James's party reverberated through the walls as I entered the house. Normally, this kind of scene would have me hyped up and ready to dive into the chaos. Tonight, though, I felt like an observer, detached from the frenzy around me.I scanned the room, spotting familiar faces and exchanging half-hearted greetings. An old flame, Sarah, caught my eye, but the spark I'd once felt wasn't there. She gave me a playful wink, and I smiled back, but my heart wasn't in it. What was wrong with me?As I made my way to the kitchen for a drink, I spotted James. He waved me over, a broad grin on his face. "Zion! Glad you could make it, man.""Wouldn't miss it," I replied, trying to match his enthusiasm.He handed me a beer, eyeing me curiously. "You okay? You seem... off."I shrugged, taking a sip. "Just one of those days, I guess."James nodded knowingly, but I doubt he has an idea of what I am talking about. "Well, if anyone can snap out of it, it's you. Just enjoy
OCTAVIA'S POV The night was starting to wind down, and the party's energy was slowly ebbing. I was half-heartedly chatting with Rose, who looked slightly distracted. She glanced at her phone for what seemed like the hundredth time, her brows furrowing.“Everything okay?” I asked, curious and a bit concerned.Rose sighed, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I just got a message from the granny that stays next door to my house. She said she is feeling funny. I need to go check up on her; she stays alone. I’m really sorry to ditch you like this, Octavia.”I shook my head, offering a reassuring smile. “It’s fine, Rose. Family comes first. Do you need a ride?”“No, I’ll call a cab,” she replied, already tapping away on her phone. “Are you okay getting home on your own?”Before I could respond, a familiar voice cut in. “Actually, I can give her a ride.” I turned to see Zion standing there, his expression surprisingly earnest. “We’re neighbors, after all.”Rose’s eyes lit up. “Pe
OCTAVIA'S POV I kicked off my shoes and was about to start undressing when I heard a knock on my door. My heart skipped a beat, and I hesitated for a moment before opening it.Standing there was Zion, his gaze dark and intense, igniting something deep within me. "Zion, what are you—"Before I could finish, he stepped forward, closing the distance between us. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," he murmured, his voice low and husky."Zion, I—" I started. "Fuck it," he murmured, words caught in my throat as he leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. For a moment I stood there frozen, and then it was like something disappeared inside me; I gave in, kissing him back with equal fervor. His tongue grazed the entrance of my lips, beckoning me to open up. I opened my mouth, and our tongues battled for dominance. The world outside faded away, and I lost myself in the moment. His hands moved from my hair to my waist, pulling me closer. I felt the hardness of his erection poking
CTAVIA'S POV The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I blinked awake, feeling the warmth of Zion's body next to mine. The events of the previous night played through my mind, and I couldn't help but smile. It had been intense, passionate, and everything I hadn't expected.As I shifted slightly, Zion stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked at me with a sleepy smile. "Morning.""Morning," I replied, feeling a mix of emotions. "Last night was... something."He chuckled, stretching lazily. "Yeah, it was. But we should probably talk about what this means."I nodded, knowing he was right. "I agree. We need to set some boundaries."Zion propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze serious. "I like you, Octavia. But I think we both know we're not looking for anything serious right now.""Exactly," I said, relieved that we were on the same page. "I don't want to complicate things. We're neighbors, and I value our friendship.""So, friends with ben
OCTAVIA'S POV The days seem to go by faster now in a comfortable rhythm. Zion and I have gotten a lot closer than before; I found out he actually had a deeper personality than the bad boy exterior that he lets other people see, and I can't lie; it has started to break the walls I have placed around my heart. Despite our no-strings-attached agreement, Zion has been spending most nights at my place, and we have been having sex quite regularly. On some nights he just comes and we hang out, cook together, and sometimes watch movies, and other nights we lounge on the couch, cuddle, and just talk about our day. My days are filled with the usual hustle and bustle of running the café. Our sales have increased a lot with an increase in the number of people coming in; we had to hire a few more staff last week to meet up. Rose needed more hands in the kitchen as the demand for pastries increased. All in all, the café is gradually becoming a household name in this part of town. No matter how bu
OCTAVIA'S POV I woke up to the golden rays of the sun coming in through the closed curtains; this is the most rested I have been in a while. Work at the café has been hectic these few days, and I was looking forward to using the weekend to unwind. I stretch on the bed, well, tried to; there was a weight resting on my stomach, Zion. My lips curved in a lazy smile as I remembered what happened last night; that was intense and by far one of the best sex I have ever had. I turned on my side, facing him, only to see his eyes open, and he is staring at me. "If I knew this is what you looked like in the morning, I would never have been in such a hurry to leave all the time," he murmured, his voice husky and making my insides flutter. His hands moved from my waist to move a lock of hair behind my ear. "Oh, really? I was thinking it was more of you being scared of what you might look like," I said, looking up at him in amusement as I dragged my fingers along his chest. His head fell back o
OCTAVIA'S POV The café is very busy this morning; the usual morning rush is in full swing and even busier than on a normal day; the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. I had barely sat down since morning as I went about taking orders of customers to the kitchen and cleaning up after them simultaneously. It is a rather busy day, but I enjoy the hustle and the sense of accomplishment it brings, and it helps me get my mind off so many things. I just finished serving cappuccino to a customer smiling at the old man when I heard the bell above the door chimed, signaling a new arrival. I glanced up at the entrance, and I felt my stomach drop. It was Nile. He looked around the café before his eyes landed on me, and he made a beeline towards me. "I need to talk to you, Octavia." He demanded when he reached me. Not wanting to create a scene, I shot one last smile at the old man and then made my way to the backroom where we keep the lockers. I could hear Nile's footsteps following
< Rose >The windows of the car were tinted and i couldn’t see anyone within as i passed beside it. I wondered if the owner of the car was inside, watching me. Was there a reason for me to be scared? The truck was definitely expensive. I knew a lot about cars and the chrome accents and oversized tires were features of the recent model. Ii noticed the silver stripe that ran along the side of the car. Octavia had never visited me in such an expensive ride.I walked quickly into the cafe and shut the door behind me. As I walked inside, I scanned the lounge area for any new faces. There were none. I met Phil behind the counter.‘’How long has that truck been parked out there?’’He looked out through the transparent door. ‘’A couple of minutes,’’ he said.I pulled out a stool and sat on it. ‘’Has anyone come out o
My phone buzzed again. I knew it was another message from Liam. I hissed and ignored it. After weeks of silence, he was finally texting me. I knew he would have a billion reasons as to why he had been incommunicado, but I was not interested one bit. I was ready to move on with my life. I thought of Zion. The feeling of guilt because he was Octavia’s ex was gone. We had every right to be happy, just as she did. She also owed us the favour of accepting us, just as we had accepted her new life.Worry crept in again. His call last night had been unsettling. He sounded unlike him and he had not returned his call yet even though he had said he would. He was also not picking up his calls. I was trying to not dwell on my paranoia, but it kept creeping in every moment. I picked up my phone and swiped Liam’s message from the screen. His phone was still ringing but unanswered. I checked the temperature of the oven. It was 375 degrees. I pulled myself up from the chair and began to mix
I arrived at the security room before Rory, going through some strategy. Taking down Marcelo before the weekend gave us just three days, including that day. If we discussed strategy and finalised on one, we could start our move that very day.The door opened and I looked up from the desk. Aaron walked in with Rory. I could see that she hadn’t changed her clothes from what she was putting on last night and even though she looked animated, I could tell she had barely slept a wink. I could imagine being in her situation too.‘’Welcome,’’ I said pointing to a seat in front of me.. ‘’Come sit.’’She nodded slightly and walked to the other side of the table. The chair made scraping sounds on the metal as she pulled it out.‘’Sorry,’’ she said, smiling slightly.I stretched my arms on the table and leaned forward. ‘’Must have been a rough night,’’ I said.She sighed. ‘’Extremely. Marcelo’s men were there just a few seconds ahead of your men.’’I looked at her, waiting for more in
I felt the sour taste in my tongue and pain by the side of my head as I stirred awake. The pain intensified. I can hear some voices around me but as I try to lift my head, dizziness sends me crashing back to the floor. I try to open my eyes. My vision is blurry but just then I see her hovering over me. Blonde hair. Octavia?In an instant, she was gone.I groaned, closing my eyes and was about to fall into the clouds of unconsciousness again. Something was buzzing, jarring me awake. I opened my eyes and my vision is better. I can see that I am lying on the ground. The vision of the masked man flashed before me and my heart raced. Memories truckled in. I was just leaving Rose’s house and heading for my office. I recalled the man striking me on my head with his gun.I tried to move my hands, and it did so grudgingly. I touched the side of my head and I winced at the pain that shot through my entire body. As I brought my fingers to my face I saw that they were stained with blood
Zion is hard to track. He doesn’t stay in one place for too long but today is a perfect day to follow him and spend a few minutes around him.I heard them in the cafe. They were going to Rose’s house. I knew what was going to happen there because the tension between them was enough to slice a bread. One of the waiters walked to me, and I quickly swapped the screen on my laptop and pretended to be engrossed in the book in front of me.‘’Hello,’’ he said, smiling as politely as he could.I returned a smile and pretended to be annoyed that I was being distracted from my book.‘’I’m sorry to bother you, but we are closing up in the next five minutes.’’I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall even though I knew exactly what time it was. ‘’Why? It’s only past 8pm and you don’t close up until 9.’’He was a young boy. Most likely one of those high school boys who worked there part time to earn a little money. He seemed shy too and he was a bit flustered by my question. I saw him t
We both saw the car at the same time and we were both thinking about the possible reasons why it could be there. It was a black car, too sleek for the environment. From the side of my eyes, I could see Victor look at me. ‘’Could this be from Marcello?’’I said nothing as I killed the engine. It could be from Marcello. It could also be that Rory had invited someone to see her. If that was the case, that would be a stupid move from her. There was also the possibility that the car had nothing to do with her.We alighted from the truck and I took in the surroundings. It was a good place to hide. Too dirty for a princess to live in. The streets reeked of poverty and I was familiar with it all. I had grown up on the streets, and fed on trash for weeks before I was picked up by the Don.The building was old and the unpainted wall was covered with algae. An old sign announced the name of the inn, and we walked in. The reception consisted of a counter with a chair behind it and two
The vibrating sound of my phone woke me up from my tired sleep. I had barely slept a wink the previous night, disgusted by my surroundings and afraid that Marcello would find me. I reached for it under my pillow and looked at the caller ID. I hoped it was not a set up to find my location.‘’Hello?’’ I said, pressing the phone to my ear as my heart raced.‘’Hello.’’ It was the voice of a female. ‘’This is Octavia da Vinci.’’I almost let out a sigh of relief. I felt the tiredness in my bones wash out immediately and I pushed myself to a sitting position.‘’Oh my God. Octavia!’’ I exclaimed. ‘’It’s great to hear from you.’’I hoped she had something important she wanted to discuss with me. My eyes travelled to the uncovered plate of food that had been delivered to my room. There was no way in hell that I was going to eat it. My stomach growled in agreement.‘’How are you faring?’’ she asked.I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. ‘’Just surviving.’’ I was able to see the room even
I saw little of Bree over the next few days. She was up very early to attend a preparatory class for college, and she returned late. I heard she slept in the library sometimes. I wasn’t sure if she was doing this to avoid me or she was just really concerned about passing her exams.Aaron was back by my side, cold and silent as ever. I was eaten with guilt anytime I looked at him because I knew it was extreme for me to send him to the Icebox. I seemed to be making more enemies than allies. I hadn’t heard from Rory Morano either. I wondered what she thought of me now, or what Lorenz would make her think of me. Things were not working out as I planned at all. I had led the most casualty the group has witnessed in a long while - ten dead men. And i was scared there were going to be more deaths. I had to somehow convince my father to let go of the bad blood with Marcello for now. His room is on the fourth floor of the mansion, two floors above mine. It was the first time I wou
I remained frozen for a few second, internalising what i had just heard. It wasn’t supposed to be such a shock to me because I had thought of the possibilities of it being the case but I was not prepared at all for this answer. She dumped the napkin she was fiddling with on the counter and walked away into the kitchenette. I watched her leave, my mind reeling. What did this mean to us now? I wanted us to address it completely.I flipped through my phone as I waited for her. Octavia had not responded to any of my messages and with each passing day, it was hurting less. Perhaps knowing that my family had caused her so much pain was the most important factor. She returned about five minutes later, and I could tell she was avoiding eye contact.‘’Rose,’’ I said, ‘’we need to address that.’’She shrugged her shoulders. ‘’What do you want us to say? It didn’t mean anything to either of us. We were both drunk and you can’t even remember it.’’ she was gesturing with her hands and mak