OCTAVIA'S POV The room was dimly lit, so I couldn't see all the details. The cold metal of the handcuff that bound my right hand to the bed frame dug into my wrist. It seems no one is keeping guard, and I can't hear any voices outside. I need to get out of here before they come back; my heart raced as panic surged through me, but I forced myself to stay calm as I looked around for something to free myself. I should have something I can use in my bag; one of them took it from me earlier. I looked around for it, but it was nowhere in sight. I scanned the room, looking for anything else that could help me escape. I strained to reach the nightstand with my free hands; there's nothing else on it except the picture frame. My fingers brushed against the edge, and I managed to knock it over. The glass shattered, and I quickly grabbed a shard; it nicked my hand, but I ignored the pain that came with it and began to work on the cuff, trying to pry it open. The glass tore through my hand as
OCTAVIA'S POV I took in my surroundings as I followed the girl; this house is a mansion. She led me through another grand hallway, and I took in the beauty that surrounded me. The house showed wealth and power, and it also had a somewhat homely feeling to it, something I haven't felt in a long time. With its high ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers, the walls were lined with rich, dark wood paneling. Ornate paintings and sculptures were placed at different corners that we passed. The floors were polished marble, their cool surface reflecting the soft glow of the ambient lighting. Every detail, from the luxurious rugs to the elegant furniture, spoke of a life far removed from the one I have always known. It all feels a bit overwhelming, and I feel like an intruder in this world of grandeur and authority. She stopped in front of a door, in what looked to be another part of the house. "Is there anything you would be needing, ma'am?" She asked "Uhh, no thank you," I said awkw
OCTAVIA'S POV "Oof," I exclaimed in suprise stumbling slightly, a large hand held my shoulder and steadied me with a firm grip. I was on my way back inside the house when i bumped into someone, I looked up to see a man, he was dressed in a suit.What's with these people and wearing black. I'm not suprised to see him dressed in black like the other men I have been seeing since I got here. "Will you watch where you are going. Do you want to get killed." He said sharply in a deep voice that matches his face. He's got that rugged bad guy look with a scar running across his face from his eyes to his chin. He looks like the type of guy you won't want to run into, I should probably be scared but right now, I have bigger fishes to fry. "I'm sorry," I said immediately "You should be," he snapped and bumped my into my shoulder. "Who the fuck let a stray in," he muttered to himself dusting invincible dust off his clothes and started walking away."I don't know who you are but you better
ZION'S POV "Zion!" I snapped out of my thoughts at the sound of someone yelling my name. I turned to see my friend and the director of the new gig I'm working on looking are me with concern. "Is everything fine, I've been calling you for the past three minutes, where's your mind at," "Ohh sorry I didn't hear you," I replied, I had been lost in thought. "Yeah I noticed, you've been out of sorts today. Is there something you are hiding from us?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at me. "Nah, I'm good. Just have to few things on my mind that all," I replied ignoring his insinuation. I can't bring myself to find any humour in things these days. I've been like these for a while now.It's because she is not here. "That's a new development," he joked."Is there anything you want?" I asked. "We are going to have to stop shooting for today, Mabel had to be taken to the hospital. Apparently she has a stomach." He said"Mabel?" "The model, the dark skinned one," he said looking at me
OCTAVIA'S POV DAVINCI'S MANSION IN PALERMO The cold air of early January greeted me as I stepped out of the grand estate; it is a contrast to the warmth inside. A crisp chill hung in the air, feeling sharp against my skin; it seems there is a sea nearby as the faint scent of salt mixed with the cool breeze. Despite the cold, a strange warmth spread through me; it feels like I am waking from a strange dream.Bree was practically bouncing next to me; her energy was uncontainable even in the frigid weather."Do we have to go today?" I asked "Yeah, definitely. What's there to wait for? Plus, you need supplies, don't you?" "There's a closet filled with clothes in my room; I'm guessing you need a reason to go out," I added. "Oh, come on, I definitely just want to show you around, and you need a new phone, don't you?" she defended. I have noticed Bree has a very bubbly personality as opposed to Bryon, who is more reserved and quiet. "A phone can always get delivered to the house; every
OCTAVIA'S POV I stepped out of my father’s office, my heart weirdly heavy; I clutched the knife in my hand as I grieved for the mother I never met. This piece of weaponry is like a connection to a life I have never known. I walked back to my room, and when I opened my door, I stopped in my tracks, my eyes widening. About twenty shopping bags were arranged side by side at the foot of my bed, and as I walked closer, a sleek, brand-new iPhone sat on the nightstand. Its glossy black surface reflected the dim light of the lamp. I shrugged off my coat, letting it fall onto the bed, and picked up the phone. It was already set up with my number, Lionel, Bree and Bryon's number were also saved om it. My stomach twisted as I thought about Rose. She would be worried sick by now. I changed into a pair of comfortable sweats and sat on the edge of the bed and dialed her number. The phone rang twice before her familiar voice came through. "Hello,""Rose, it's me," I started cautiously. “Octavia
OCTAVIA'S POV Rose looked absolutely stunning in the blue jeans that hugged her hips snugly and then flared out at her feet, her orange top hugged her waist and the neckline showed a decent amount of cleavage, her outfit accentuated her curves with her full hair pulled up in a high ponytail accentuating her face and she walked into the resturant confidently ignoring the heads that turned as she walked by. "Damn she's drop dead gorgeous, " Bree breathed beside me as soon as she caught sight of her. We are meeting up with Rose today, we got here not long ago and I had invited Bree to come along, partially because I don't want to go out with the "guards" all alone, I don't know if I'll ever get used to it and I am sure she and Rose are going to get along perfectly. The restaurant we are at is nestled on a quiet cobblestone street in the middle of the city, it's the kind of place that felt warm and inviting as soon as you stepped inside. The golden glow of the lights, the clinking of
OCTAVIA'S POV The next morning, I stretched lazily as I opened my eyes and dragged myself out of bed. The sun filtered through the curtains, bathing my room in a warm morning glow. I shuffled to the door, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I headed to the kitchen to get my daily cup of office. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw someone standing unmovingly beside my door. “What the he—” I yelped as one hand clutched the doorframe for support and the other clutched my chest as if to stop my heart from falling down. The man turned slightly, his broad shoulders blocking most of the hallway. It is the man that was talking to my father yesterday evening, his expression was unreadable and his sharp jawline clenched. His dark eyes regarded me with a hint of boredom, like this was just another day at work. “Good morning, Miss Octavia,” he said in a deep, smooth voice. I blinked. Okay this is not how I expected my morning to start. “Uh… hi? What are you doing here?" “I’m Aaro
OCTAVIA'S POV I woke up sore the next morning, every muscles in my body seemed to protest as I swung my legs off the bed. None of the training we had was anything compared to what happened last night. The first thought that came to my mind was Aaron, I quickly washed up, got dressed and hurried down the hallway to his room, I didn't even remember to knock as I pushed the door open and stepped inside. There he was, he was awake and sitting up with his back resting against the headboard. The sight of him looking so alive filled me with so much relief, I hadn't realised how scared I was till now. A lot of improvement has happened within the night, it seems. He looks significantly better compared to yesterday, I noticed as I walked up to him. He is color is almost completely back now and the way his lips quirked in a smirk confirmed that he is feeling better. He torso was completely bare save for the bandages covering his middle section and the sight of his bare chest made me pause for
OCTAVIA Mikel gave a slight chuckle but it held no real humor. “Of course, I am scared to imagine what would have happened if he wasn't there, what were you doing in such a place anyway. The don't already own many casinos and club if you wanted to experience night life, you didn't have to do all the way there, see what happened." I clenched my teeth, this feels like a scolding, he didn't let me respond before he continued, "It was a reckless situation. But then again…” He paused, his gaze sharpening, and I braced myself for whatever he was about to say. “You are woman trying to play in a man’s world. Things like this are bound to happen.”I stared at him, the air leaving my lungs for a second. My temper flared. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, my voice icy.Mikel shrugged, as though he were simply stating facts. “You know how it is, Octavia. In the mafia, women don’t usually involve themselves in these kinds of affairs. They get married and help to secure alliances and repa
OCTAVIA'S POV I woke up sore the next morning, every muscles in my body seemed to protest as I swung my legs off the bed. None of the training we had was anything compared to what happened last night. The first thought that came to my mind was Aaron, I quickly washed up, got dressed and hurried down the hallway to his room, I didn't even remember to knock as I pushed the door open and stepped inside. There he was, he was awake and sitting up with his back resting against the headboard. The sight of him looking so alive filled me with so much relief, I hadn't realised how scared I was till now. A lot of improvement has happened within the night, it seems. He looks significantly better compared to yesterday, I noticed as I walked up to him. He is color is almost completely back now and the way his lips quirked in a smirk confirmed that he is feeling better. He torso was completely bare save for the bandages covering his middle section and the sight of his bare chest made me pause for
OCTAVIA'S POV The ride home is not supposed to take more than one hour but it feels like I have been driving for hours and we have only covered half of the journey. My finger gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles have started to turn white.I kept glancing at Aaron, he couldn't sit upright anymore and he is now slumped on the sit. He has gotten even paler, I didn't that is even possible, his usually olive-coloured skin now looks ashen. “Aaron,” I said, my voice breaking the tense silence. “Hope you are still awake." “I’m not sleeping,” he muttered, though his eyes are barely open. “You look like you’re seconds away from passing out,” I couldn’t hide the worry in my voice and I didn't even bother to try. “Talk to me. Say something. Anything.” “Fine,” he grunted. “You’re terrible at driving.” I glared at him, though I knew he couldn’t see it. “That’s not true.” “Stop lying to yourself,” he said, his voice sounds weak but his statement is still laced with infur
OCTAVIA'S POV My heart is pounding so loudly in my chest that I won't be surprised if Aaron can hear it. I pressed my back against the cold wall behind me, and held my breath as the guy in the mask approached us. Aaron’s hand that was holding mine tightened around my wrist, at first glance, he looks so calm but I can see from they way he back is tensed as he crouched in front of me. The man grew closer and every step he took felt like a hammer strike to my heart and I tightened my grip on the gun in my hand. I know these people are here because of me, I am not stupid, I saw that the man had pointed the gun directly at me earlier, not Aaron, not anyone else but me. Our eyes had met for a brief second before chaos ensued. But why? Why would anyone want me dead? I tried to think of anyone that I have met that would want me dead, apart from Allister who is already dead now, I can't think of any reason why someone would want me dead.Nothing makes sense, it is obvious that this is not
AARON'S POVI turned to Octavia, who was still swaying to the beat, oblivious to the scene I’d just caused. I contemplated dragging her off the dance floor myself but then I hesitated.I know what she is doing right now is some sort of coping mechanism, it is her way of dealing with her pain and as much as I hate the way she is being reckless and putting herself out there like this, I kind of understand it.After making sure no idiot was close making any move towards her again, I turned and was about to retreat to the bar when I felt her hands suddenly wrap around my biceps, I turned back to her her see her looking up at me with a hazy, drunken smile.She looks so innocently gorgeous and my heart did that jumping thing again. This girl is really testing my self restraint. I didn't show any emotion and responded with a questioning raise of an eyebrow.“Dance with me,” she said, her voice slightly slurred, her fing
AARON'S POVI killed the engine in front of the club and leaned back in my seat, I didn't sat anything throughout the drive, I doubt there is anything that i could have said that would make her feel better. I glanced a her through the rearview mirror, her eyes are puffy and red from all the crying, our eyes met for a brief second before she turned away and faced the window. The tears had finally stopped, but the silence isn't any better, I can almost taste her sadness in the air. I hate seeing her so vulnerable, I know she would never let herself cry in front of anyone else but she sobbed like like baby throughout the ride here. As much as it pains me to see her hurting there's hardly anything that I can do about it and it makes me feel so useless, as much as I hate to admit it, she clearly loves that batsard, Zion and I do not see why, it is very obvious he is just a spoiled asshat. Maybe I am being a bit bias but I can't bring myself to care. I can decide who she loved and I can'
OCTAVIA'S POV My head felt heavy this morning, I spent the whole night thinking about, I know what I have to do, as part of me wishes I can ignore the past, bury the truth forever and let myself fall back into what Zion and I once had made, but what happened is too huge to just pretend it doesn't exist, it will eventually come between us. What happened is not something that can just truly fade. I decided to bite the bullet and dialed Zion's number. My heart has since become numb and I sat wordlessly as I listened for the phone dial. He picked after a few rings."Hey Octavia," he said "I am glad you called,"“Can we meet today?” I asked."Uhm sure," he agreed immediately. "Should I come over, " I could feel my heart break at the barely concealed hope in his voice.“No it's fine, I’ll come to you.” I answered.We decided on the park not too far from our, or well what used to be my apartment building. For a one hour drive, it felt like forever before we arrived, Aaron drove me as usua
OCTAVIA’S POVThe sunlight filtered softly through my bedroom window as I stretched my arm, I have finally been allowed to take off the cast and it feels amazing to have my freedom of movement back.Rose had come over earlier this afternoon, she almost had a heart attack after hearing what had happened. She went from yelling at me for not calling her immediately after the incident to hugging me so tightly that I thought she might send me back to the infirmary. Bree found the whole scene hilarious as she sat down watching us while munching on popcorn.“Honestly, Octavia,” Rose ranted, pacing back and forth in my room, “I wanted to storm over here the second I heard what happened. I would have if it wasn't for work. Isn't preventing this the whole point of having a bodyguard? Let me tell you, if I meet him—”“Rose,” I interrupted, laughing. “It’s fine. Really. Aaron does his