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
I rummaged through my drawers in the closet and pulled out a pair of black leggings and a matching sports bra, I threw on a tank tops over it, I get the feeling I might have to take off the tank top when I start sweating but I kept it on. As I changed, I caught myself glancing at the door, half expecting Aaron to burst in and tell me to hasten. I can't help it, that's what I'd do if I have have wait for someone and act like a shadow all day. I pulled my hair up and tied it in a lose ponytail and i stepped back out. To no one's suprise she was still standing there, beside my my door with his hands crossed and hist face blank.“You didn’t move an inch, did you?” I asked, unable to hide out incredulous it seems to me. “No need,” he replied simply, turning on his heel to lead the way.“This is freaking weird,” I muttered under my breath as I followed him down the hallway.“I heard that,” he said without turning around.I blinked in surprise. “Oh, so you do have a sense of humor?”He di
OCTAVIA'S POV The sound of my fists hitting the heavy punching bag echoed through the gym, a rhythmic thud that somehow felt as satisfying as it was exhausting. My knuckles would probably have become bloody now if it had not been protected by the worn boxing gloves Aaron had handed me weeks ago; my hands stung slightly with each hit, but I had somewhat gotten used to the pain. My breaths came in steady bursts as I focused on my stance, my form, and the power behind each punch. I stepped back and wiped a bead of sweat off my forehead with the back of my gloved hand. The past six weeks had been grueling, to say the least. I had gone from barely knowing how to throw a punch to being able to confidently hold my own in a fight... I think. I had thought I was just going to learn self-defense, but for the past six weeks, Aaron has been thorough... maybe a bit too thorough. He taught me hand-to-hand combat, I learned knife-fighting techniques, and we sparred often, and he always makes it l
OCTAVIAI hurried back to my room and as soon as I got in, I made a beeline for the bathroom to take a shower, I almost groaned as the cool water hit my skin washing away my sweat and easing my sore muscles. I rounded it up fast though because I didn't want to keep Bree waiting, knowing her, she would barge into my room if I keep her waiting too long, she is as patient as a five year old.Once I finished, I wrapped myself in a towel and rummaged through my closet wondering what to where, after trying on a few outfits, I finally settled on a navy blue sweater dress and a brown belt, pairing it with a pair of white leather boots, I quickly brushed my hair and applied mascara and eyeliner and then a light coat of pink lipstick and just as I was putting on my earrings, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Bree’s message popped up: “I’m outside. Hurry up before I die of boredom.”I rolled my my eyes and grabbed my bag and made my way
OCTAVIA'S POV “Octavia?” Bree’s voice pulled me out of my daze.“Huh?” I blinked, tearing my gaze away from the door, from him. “You okay?” Rose asked, her brow furrowed in concern.“Yeah,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. “I just thought I recognized someone.”They both glanced toward the door to look at him; he had started walking towards us, his piercing gaze on me, unmoving. “Who is that?” Bree asked, her curiosity piqued."Why is he looking at you like that? Wait, he is walking this way." Rose whispered loudly. "It is Axel," I said, my voice sounding breathless. Their eyes widened, and realization dawned on them at the same time he reached our table. “Fancy seeing you here,” he drawled, standing in front of me and looking down at me with that cocky smirk. At first I froze in place, my breath catching in my throat. Slowly, I raised my eyes to look up at him as I tried to calm my racing heart. I am not that girl anymore, I can most likely kick his ass in a fight right now, I
OCTAVIAWe started walking back toward the car when I heard footsteps behind us. My heart sank before I even turned around. I turned and saw Axel coming towards us again, but this time three huge men stood behind him, their faces looking dangerous and menacing."I see you have another boy toy. Don't tell me he got tired of you already." His irritating voice grated in my ear."If you know what is good for you, Axel. You will leave now while you still can." I said."What are you going to do, huh? Give your body to another man to buy your freedom." I could feel my blood start to boil. The car park was secluded; the only people there were Axel and his men, Bree, Aaron, and I. The guards that came with us parked their car at one end of the park, and they walked quietly towards them from behind, and it was obvious he did not see them earlier.Aaron brought out his gun and pointed it at Axel."Just give the word,
OCTAVIA'S POV I closed the front door behind me and headed straight for my room. I can't even explain what I am feeling right now; I am numb. I know that in the Mafia, gunfights happen; I know that people kill; hell, I learned how to shoot a gun for a reason, but I am still shaken when I have the urge to kill someone myself. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, and I didn’t have the energy to talk to anyone right now. I need some space, time to breathe, and somewhere to let my guard down. The moment I stepped into my room, I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, closing my eyes. My chest was tight, and my breaths felt shallow. Axel’s taunting words replayed in my mind like a broken record. Every syllable dripped with his disdain; I thought I had gotten over it, but he still unnerved me and brought back painful memories. I pushed off the door and began peeling off my clothes, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. My body felt heavy, as if the weight of t
My worst fears were beginning to happen. I realised now that saying I had gone to get food was such a bad story. What kind of bodyguard left their ward for two hours in search of food in a strange city?‘’Huh?’’ he asked again, raising his brows. He looked furious. ‘’Is this a plan to destroy whatever alliance we may want with da Vinci? Who are you working with?’’The questions came out in a flurry of words and I was surprised to see the angle with which he was viewing the whole affair. He thought this was a mission to sabotage, that I had planned the kidnap of Bree. I wasn't sure if it was a relief or not.‘’And why did you wait so long before you informed us?’’He stood erect and began to pace. Midway, he turned towards me and a heavy slap landed on my face. It stung to my feet and my hands flew to my face in reaction.‘’When I ask you a question, you respond. Do you understand?’’I was outnumbered. There was no way I could react. I thought of the prosthetic nose. If it
Her phone was unreachable. I paced back and forth in front of the lobby, anger and worry boiling within me. Where could she have run off to without telling me? Why was her phone unreachable? I glanced at my watch. It was just fifteen minutes to the wedding. If we don’t show up, there would be questions. If I showed up without her, there would be questions too.I rubbed off some dust on my forearm as I approached the front desk again.‘’I’m unable to reach her,’’ I said in English. ‘’Can I check the CCTV camera? Maybe someone picked her or something. We don’t know anyone here.’’The woman looked at me blankly and for a second I thought she probably did not understand English. ‘’Give me a moment,’’ she replied in English with a heavy accent.I drummed on the counter as I watched her walk to one of her colleagues. They spoke for a while and I could see them looking at me and shaking their heads. She made a sign that she was going to consult someone else and she disappeared d
I watched him walk away. I wasn’t sure who he was. I had never met him before.‘’Is that a problem?’’ Bree asked, watching me. I could hear the panic in her voice and I was beginning to regret telling her what I had noticed.‘’I don’t think so. We just need to know they know we’re armed.’’Deciding to have the wedding on a yacht instead of the family house seemed strategic to me. We were far away from where I could get vital information I came all the way for. The only way out of this predicament was to slip away in the middle of the party without raising suspicion. But that would be hard to do since we had a marked table.I picked the glass of champagne and emptied half of it in the vase quickly. Bree raised her brows. I said nothing.Half an hour into the event, I knew all was not well. The wedding had not started. I could see the look of concern on the faces of the women, the hushed whispers and the going back and forths. Perhaps Natalia had escaped just as she had thre
I watched her face twitch with concern as she looked at the photo. I wasn’t sure what was wrong but she seemed quite concerned.‘’Do you know the name of this guy she is getting married to?’’ she asked finally, raising her head from the screen.I shook my head. ‘’No. But i heard he’s like a distant cousin.’’The Bravta guys had done it before. In fact, I had heard there was a time one of the Dons married his sister. It was hard to believe that something like that could be happening in the twentieth century.She furrowed her brows again and looked at the photo before stretching the phone back to me.‘’Is there any problem?’’ I asked. ‘’It seemed as though you know him or something.’’She shook her head and pulled the duvet over her head. With Octavia, it was best to just trust her blindly. It was one of the few things I was learning with her. Whenever she didn’t want to give information about something, it was for the best. I looked at the photo one more time before responding
Our flight was going to be long. We would spend about twelve hours on air, including two connecting flights. Bree wanted to stay beside the window, so I sat on the aisle seat. It was my first time on a plane. Bree said she had only flown out once, to visit a particular favourite aunt in the United States.‘’Does mum know?’’ she asked suddenly, turning her head away from the window.‘’That we’re going alone?’’She nodded.‘’No,’’ I said. ‘’No one knows except you, me, Aaron and dad.’’She nodded and faced the window again. It was Friday morning at about 7am, when our flight took off. We hoped to be in Moscow by 7pm. Then check into a hotel for the night. Bree had mentioned that Natalia had prepared a room for us in the house. I was skeptical about it. The room could be bugged and they could be monitoring us throughout the night. As much as this journey was an opportunity for me to get intel on the Bratva operations, they could also be planning to get information from us too
I found myself replaying the scene in my head as we went back home. What did he mean by my past being closer than ever? I didn’t want anyone in my past back in my life anymore. Everyone there used me and caused me pain. I twisted my fingers and looked out of the window as the car sped along the road. Perhaps , he was mistaken. But I remembered the dead stare in his eyes and I felt chills run down my spine. Something was coming from my past and I had to prepare for it.I fuelled this fear into anger and pushed my body even harder. If this person was Axel, he would not meet a weak Octavia. Or it was the Giovannis. I was prepared to take them down, one after the other. But I had to handle the Russian mission first. I gulped down a large bottle of water and wiped the sweat on my forehead. It was just a few days before our trip. Bree was getting really good at precision and her defense game was getting impressive. I watched her rocking gently on the mat. We had just finished a
< Octavia >The bullet went right through the centre of the target. I looked at it again and smiled.‘’Great job, Bree. That was unbelievable.’’She seemed to be shocked at her own victory too. She pulled off the ear muffs and aimed the empty gun at the target again.‘’Good job,’’ Aaron said, joining us. ‘’Better luck next time.’’Bree frowned at him. I could tell she was upset. ‘’That wasn’t luck!’’ she yelled.‘’You’re suddenly an expert after one good shot?’’ Aaron remarked.She started to say something but I cut her short. She was being unnecessary temperamental. She would know Aaron too well than to take his sly remarks to heart.‘’Come and take a break, Bree,&rsquo
There was a loud crash as the bullet hit the target. I saw her move an inch backward with the recoil of the pistol. She looked at me and nodded at me encouragingly. I pulled the earmuffs over my ears and secured them tightly. I raised my rifle. It was a bit heavier than I had imagined. Eye level. Aaron watched mee quietly. I was sweating and his presence beside me was not doing me any good. It was the first time we would be so close to each other after the kiss I had stolen from him. I couldn’t tell if he was mad at me or not. I wasn’t even sure he remembered.‘’Too high,’’ he said, lowering my hand. My skin brushed against his hairy arms and I felt goosebumps crawl all over my body. He enveloped my arm with his and wrapped my shoulder within his body, positioning me correctly.‘’Your dominant eye at the target,’’ he said. He was so close to me that I could hear his breathing despite the ear muffs.‘’Feet apart,’’ Ocatvia called out. I nodded.I stared at the target ahead a
I decided to visit the house the following day. Iit was too late to show up at the house that very day and even though the following day was not the last Saturday of the month, I had a convincing story to tell.I used the rest of the day to get the exact uniform of the workers and learn a little about the company’s mode of operation in case I needed the information. I returned home, tired and hungry. I fed on some leftover sandwiches and hit the bed. It was 2 am when I woke up. I laid in bed for minutes, my eyes hovering over the ceiling, the crack lines and the rotating blades of the ceiling fan. I got up from the bed thirty minutes later to prepare for the day. I had a busy day ahead of me and I had to make sure I executed my plans correctly.—9 am. I watched from a distance as David’s car eased out of the house and cruised down the road. I waited for five minutes before I came out of my hiding place and approached the gate. I tapped on it gently and waited for the respons