Regina's Point of View“So, hm, did you talk to Marcus?” I asked Ivy softly, trying to keep my voice casual, though a part of me was anxious to hear her answer. We were alone in my room, the quiet of the night settling over us like a heavy blanket. There was a strange comfort in the stillness, even though my mind felt anything but calm.Ivy shifted uncomfortably, her fingers toying with the edge of her sleeve. After a moment, she nodded, but there was something different about the way she carried herself now. It wasn’t the usual cool and composed Ivy I knew. There was a certain unease in her, something that tugged at the back of my mind.“I did,” she said, her voice soft, almost hesitant, like she wasn’t entirely sure how to explain what had transpired. Her eyes met mine briefly before she quickly looked away. “But I’m not sure where we stand now.”I frowned, watching her closely. I had known Ivy long enough to understand that she rarely got this flustered over anything, especially
Tony’s Point of ViewI sat at the corner of the dimly lit room, leaning back in my chair as Ivy and Marcus took their seats across from me. Regina lingered near the door, her arms crossed as she observed. It felt like a fragile truce was in place, the air thick with tension, yet there was a glimmer of determination in everyone’s eyes.“Well?” I started, looking at Marcus. “What did Ivy tell you? And more importantly, what made you agree to join us?”Marcus leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. His sharp gaze met mine. “She told me about your plan—Lucie’s plan—to bring Frank down. She also mentioned the stakes.” He glanced at Ivy briefly before continuing. “I agreed because I’ve had enough of Frank’s games. He’s reckless, and it’s clear he’ll take us all down with him if we don’t stop him.”I nodded, though I didn’t fully trust him yet. “Good. So now we’re on the same page. The question is, how do we find Frank?”Ivy shifted in her seat. “Regina and I have been keeping tabs
Tony's Point of ViewThe sound of Victor’s voice was still ringing in my ears when I stepped into the next room, phone in hand. I had to admit, the man was good at trying to throw us off, but in the end, fear won out. He gave us just enough information to put us one step closer to Frank. Now, it was time to let Lucie know.I dialed his number and waited. It didn’t take long before he picked up.“Tony,” Lucie’s voice came through, calm but sharp. “Tell me you have something.”“We do,” I said, leaning against the wall. “Victor cracked. It took some convincing, but he spilled enough to give us a direction.”“What did he say?” Lucie asked, his tone clipped.“He confirmed what we suspected—Frank has been pulling the strings from the start. Victor claims Frank’s base of operations is a private estate just outside the city. It’s heavily guarded, though. Frank doesn’t take chances.”Lucie was silent for a moment, processing. “And what about his plan? Did Victor say anything about what he’s pl
Gabby’s Point of ViewAfter leaving Amelia and Lucie, my steps felt heavy as I made my way back to my apartment. The streets around me blurred as my thoughts ran rampant. Doubt, fear, and helplessness weighed on my chest like a boulder. My mind replayed the conversation with Amelia, her words echoing in my ears: “We’ll get him back. I promise.”What if she was wrong? What if this plan failed and Frank found out? What if he decided to hurt my son? The idea sent a shiver down my spine. My son was the only thing I had left to fight for, and yet, I felt like every move I made pushed him further into danger.I reached my building and climbed the steps to my apartment slowly. The familiar creak of the old staircase didn’t comfort me this time. Once inside, I locked the door behind me, leaning against it as if that would somehow keep Frank and his influence at bay.The silence of the apartment was oppressive. I dropped my bag on the couch and walked to the window, staring out at the city. T
Amelia’s Point of ViewI sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the letter in my hands. It wasn’t a love note or anything sentimental—it was a briefing. A carefully worded letter that outlined every step of what Gabby and I were supposed to do. Lucie had delivered it earlier, his jaw set with determination.The plan was clear: act normal, pretend everything was fine, and keep Frank in the dark. But there was nothing normal about this. I could still see the panic in Gabby’s eyes when we discussed it earlier, and that made my own stomach churn.I set the letter aside and let out a deep sigh, running my hands through my hair. The weight of everything pressed on my chest, and I felt like I was drowning in an ocean of secrets and danger.Lucie walked into the room, his presence filling it immediately. He looked at me, concern etched across his handsome face."You okay?" he asked, sitting beside me."Do you really think this is going to work?" I asked, turning to face him.Lucie placed a ha
Amelia’s Point of ViewThe morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of the small café where Gabby and I had arranged to meet. It was a neutral, quiet place far from prying eyes and ears, perfect for the conversation we needed to have. My fingers trembled slightly as I adjusted the cup of coffee in front of me, nerves eating away at my resolve.I glanced at the door, waiting for Gabby to arrive. The plan Lucie and Tony had laid out was simple on paper, but the execution relied heavily on Gabby and me keeping our cool in the face of a man as dangerous as Frank.The bell above the door jingled, and Gabby stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room nervously before spotting me. She walked over quickly, her movements hurried and jittery, betraying her own unease.“Amelia,” she said, sliding into the seat across from me. Her voice was low, her tone almost pleading.“Gabby,” I replied, offering a small smile to ease the tension. “Thank you for coming.”She nodded, folding her hands on
Ace’s Point of ViewThe phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, its vibrations echoing in the otherwise quiet room. I glanced over from where I stood by the sink, rinsing off a plate, and frowned when I saw my father’s name flash on the screen.“Angel,” I called out, wiping my hands on a towel. My wife’s voice floated back from the living room, where she was immersed in a book.“Yes?”“It’s my dad,” I said, picking up the phone. “He never calls unless it’s serious.”Angel appeared in the doorway, her brow furrowed in concern. “Answer it,” she urged, stepping closer.I swiped to accept the call and brought the phone to my ear. “Dad?”“Ace,” my father’s deep voice rumbled through the line, calm yet carrying a weight that immediately set me on edge. “We need to have a family meeting.”I leaned against the counter, my grip tightening on the phone. “A family meeting? What’s this about?”“Your uncle,” he said simply. “He’s calling for it. Everyone is expected to be there.”I exchanged a glance
Frank’s Point of ViewI sat in the dimly lit study, the weight of silence pressing against me. The room, with its dark oak furniture and faint smell of cigar smoke, had always been a place of solace—a space where I could think, plan, and control. But tonight, the air felt heavy, suffocating almost.The flickering light of the single desk lamp cast long shadows on the walls, dancing like specters as my thoughts churned. I tapped a pen rhythmically against the polished surface of the desk, my mind circling the same gnawing suspicion over and over again.“Why do I have a feeling Gabby isn’t with us anymore?” The thought came unbidden, a whisper of doubt that refused to be silenced.Leaning back in the leather chair, I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose. “She wouldn’t,” I muttered aloud, as if saying it could somehow make it true. Gabby had no choice. I had her son under watch, his every movement tracked. She wouldn’t dare cross me—not with that kind of leverage hanging ove
Mike’s Point of ViewThe walk to Jack’s house felt like an eternity. Each step weighed heavy, not just on my feet but on my soul. Apologizing to Jack felt like trying to piece together shards of glass it was bound to hurt, but it was necessary.For years, jealousy had consumed me. It wasn’t just the envy of his life or the love he shared with Nancy; it was the feeling of always being overshadowed, always living in the shadows of his happiness. I had convinced myself that his success and love life had stolen something from me. And because of that twisted perspective, I had made choices that I could never undo.But now, standing outside his door, I realized the only way forward was to own my mistakes and seek forgiveness, no matter how undeserving I felt.Jack opened the door, his face a mixture of surprise and guarded curiosity. He didn’t say anything at first, just stepped aside to let me in. I walked into the living room, memories flooding back good ones, ones I had tainted with
Angel’s Point of ViewI couldn’t stop pacing. My heart raced with every step, my mind playing out every worst-case scenario I could imagine. Ace had barely said a word since we returned home. The tension between us was suffocating, thick and unyielding.He sat in the living room, his elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor as if it held all the answers to the chaos that had just unfolded. His silence was more terrifying than any argument we could have had.I watched him from the doorway, my chest tightening with guilt and fear. He hadn’t looked at me, hadn’t said anything about what Morana had revealed. It was as if he was retreating into himself, shutting me out completely.I couldn’t take it anymore.Tears blurred my vision as I turned and rushed to our bedroom. Shutting the door behind me, I sank to the floor, my back pressed against the cold wood. The tears came fast and uncontrollably, shaking my entire body.How could my father have done this? How could he have been r
Amelia's Point of ViewThe drive home was unusually silent. Ace and Angel had left in a hurry, no doubt to process everything privately. Meanwhile, I found myself in a car with my father and Uncle Nick, the two men who had just uncovered secrets that could have shattered us all.Lucie’s hand rested on mine, his thumb gently stroking the back of it in reassurance.I leaned into his warmth, grateful for his steady presence. Today had been a whirlwind, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about any of it.My mind kept circling back to Morana. Her confession had been shocking, but the CCTV footage… that was the nail in the coffin. Seeing everything play out, hearing the heated argument, and watching the chaos unfold—it was like stepping into a nightmare.The way my father had reacted, the guilt that had clouded his face when Morana revealed the truth, stuck with me. He looked like a man who had been running from his demons for years, only to find them waiting for him all along.We arrived at m
Mike’s Point of ViewThe weight of their stares bore down on me like a hammer. Their expressions were etched with disbelief, anger, and betrayal. I had known this day might come, but I wasn’t prepared for the crushing silence that filled the room. It was deafening, worse than any words they could have hurled at me.Angel’s tear-streaked face was the first to pierce through my defenses. Her voice, shaky but firm, broke the silence.“Dad…” she said, her tone trembling between sorrow and rage. “Please tell me this isn’t true.”I let out a breath, heavy with the burden I had carried for nearly two decades. My hands trembled as I clenched them into fists at my sides. There was no escape now, no more lies to hide behind.“It’s true,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I did it.”Gasps erupted around me, and I winced as if their collective shock were physical blows. My eyes darted to Angel again, hoping to find some semblance of understanding in her gaze, but all I saw was devast
Morana’s Point of ViewI stood there, my hands tucked into the pockets of my jacket, feeling the weight of everyone’s stares. The crisp afternoon air brushed against my skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat that burned in my chest. Eighteen years. I had waited eighteen years to speak the truth, and now, as I faced them, the moment felt heavier than I had imagined.Nick stood at the front, his expression hardened, but I could see the confusion in his eyes. He didn’t trust me he never had since that day. I couldn’t blame him. Not after what he saw.“Do you remember,” I began softly, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling inside me, “eighteen years ago when I told you to tell your brother to leave the country with Nancy and the kids?”Nick’s brow furrowed as he nodded, but his confusion deepened.“What does that have to do with anything?” he asked, his tone sharp, impatient.Letting out a slow breath, I turned my gaze to Mike. There he was the cause of all this pain. The man w
Uncle Nick’s Point of ViewThe morning air was crisp as I leaned against my desk, staring at the message on my phone for the hundredth time. Morana’s words haunted me:"I’m tired of hiding. Bring your family and meet me at this spot by 4 PM. I’ll come clean and tell you my part of the story."The text felt unreal, almost like a trick, but it was our first solid lead in years. Was this truly the end of our search? Could we finally put all of this behind us?Yet, I couldn’t shake the unease. Why now? Why after so many years of silence? And why would she want us all there?I pocketed my phone and made my way to the living room, where Ace and Amelia were already waiting. They both looked tense, their eyes betraying a mix of anticipation and distrust. Lucie stood beside Amelia, his protective stance clear as day. Angel sat close to Ace, her presence a calming force in the storm that brewed between us.Then there was Mike Angel’s father. He had been jittery since the message came through,
Uncle Nick's Point of ViewThe weight of the meeting still lingered in my mind as I paced my office. Mike’s sudden decision to leave everything behind gnawed at me. It didn’t make sense. Mike was never one to back down, not without a reason, and certainly not when it came to protecting his daughter, Angel.I ran a hand through my graying hair, my jaw clenched. My mind spun with theories, but none seemed to stick. Something wasn’t adding up.“This isn’t over,” I muttered, slamming my hand against the desk.I looked out the window, the city lights twinkling in the night. The world moved on as if nothing was amiss, but I knew better. Secrets had a way of bubbling to the surface, and in this family, secrets were our currency—and our downfall."I’m also a Mafia leader," I said aloud to myself, the words biting with bitterness. How could I, Nick Sinclair, who built an empire on loyalty and fear, be standing in the shadows, clueless about what was happening right under my nose?Shaking my
Mike’s Point of ViewSitting in my office, I stared out the window, watching the world move along as if nothing had happened. But my chest was heavy, my mind racing. My daughter, Angel, was too close to discovering the truth. Her determination to find Morana terrified me.For years, I had buried the truth, locked it away in the deepest corners of my mind, and covered it with layers of lies. But now, with Morana’s name being spoken again, the past I had tried so hard to forget was clawing its way back to the surface.I picked up my glass of whiskey, my hands trembling as I took a sip. My mind wandered to that day eighteen years ago when everything changed.It was a cold evening. The air was thick with tension as I stood in the dimly lit room, the gun heavy in my hand. Morana was across from me, her arms crossed, her face as stoic as ever.“Since you don’t want to get the job done, I guess you go,” I said, my voice steady but my heart pounding.She didn’t flinch. Morana was never one
Ace’s Point of ViewThe drive back to the mansion was silent, tension hanging in the air like a thick fog. Angel sat beside me in the passenger seat, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Her knuckles were pale, her expression unreadable as she stared out the window.My mind was racing. Uncle Nick’s revelation about Morana had been a bombshell none of us were prepared for. The idea that our mother’s death wasn’t due to illness but murder by someone we trusted was unbearable.I gripped the steering wheel tighter, the leather creaking under my palms. “I can’t believe he kept this from us,” I muttered, breaking the silence.Angel glanced at me, her expression softening. “Ace, he thought he was protecting you and Amelia,” she said gently.“Protecting us?” I scoffed. “By lying to us our whole lives? By letting us believe our mother died of natural causes when it was anything but?”Her hand reached out to touch mine, but I pulled away, my frustration too raw to accept comfort.“Nick had no