Derinem frowned at the puppy eyes staring up at him and asking for a gun. A gun! To kill his teacher, did he somehow smash his head against the rail he jumped down from and was seeing things?No, he doubted that. This little dude seemed real enough; he squatted down to his level so he was face-to-face with him.The mission had to wait. All his attention was now on the little psychopath in front of him."Why do you want to kill your teacher, Milo?" He talked, demonstrating with his hands: "You see, mister, Bryan was very mean; he said a lot of mean things...It didn't bother Derinem that he didn't know who Bryan was, but whoever he was, this kid hated him.He moved his little hand. "I was on my own, so Momma said, 'don't fight anyone, Milo, so you don't get sick.'"Derinem suddenly pitied this kid's mother."So I, Zayne, and Nico sat on the swing, and Bryan came over and said some mean things." His face showed fury, "and he pushed me, and Zayne and Nico had him on his back and...""Who
Sergio drove down the roads, fingers tapping against the steering wheels, in tune with the beat coming from the car.His head nodding to the sound of the music, he couldn't believe the happiness surging through him.It was evident he was now Don's favorite man, and soon he could be next to Don as his second in command, replacing George.He knew Don was still angry at George, and sometimes it was surprising how George was still alive even after letting Don's wife escape from his fingertips.It would take a very long time for Don to forget the betrayal, and though it would never happen, he still couldn't sit down and watch George weave his way back into Don's favor again.He would do everything in his power to stop that from happening.Right now, he knew he only needed a situation to show the Don that he was all for him, ready to do his will and prepared to be entrusted with his trust and confidence.But Don always had everything under control; he was a perfectionist who believed he coul
"Maestro," she croaked again, stiffening on her spot. She had to be dreaming; he couldn't be the one.She blinked suddenly, feeling dizzy. Yes, he was the one.He took steps close to her, causing her to pull back and turn to look at the entrance so she could run through.She gasped when she saw his men standing in front of the restaurant.She heard him chuckle and turned to him again."Aren't you tired of running? Five years wasn't enough?"She swallowed hard as thoughts filled her head. If she survived this, then she would be the luckiest person ever.He turned to her boss and the lewd customer, his face straightening but his eyes still on them. He whispered to Sergio, who was now behind him."Send every one out," he pointed to her boss and the customer, "except them, I need them."The two men looked on, confused, wondering what it was about.Sergio nodded and headed to the center of the restaurant. Maya could hear muttering and chairs shifting as customers stood up and began leaving
The car stopped in front of a huge house that looked more like a hotel, hidden within trees. It looked old but quite okay, and since it was night, the night lights complimented the greenery.The gates opened, and the car drove in, stopping in the middle of the compound.Then he came down, went to the other door, pulled it open, dragged her by the arm, and pushed her into the house."Just let me be Damon," she struggled, but either he didn't hear her, which was impossible, or ignored her.The illumination in the house was bright, and she felt it hurt her eyes immediately after being pushed in.Still dragging her, he pulled her up the stairs, and as they were almost at the top of the stairs, she looked up only to see Luca gaping at her.When her eyes met him, she saw him freeze on his spot, watching as Damon dragged her in and disappeared into the corner.They were all in Rome then, for she recognized the goons from Sicily, and each one stared at her in surprise.Finally, he kicked open
He glanced at the location sent to him by Abby; even though she was Maya's friend, she had a lot of sense left, but Maya, on the other hand, he clenched his fist at his side; how could one person be so bullheaded?He walked up the stairs, looking at the neighborhood he had just entered; it wasn't fit for anyone to live in, let alone children. How had she even survived here?Tiny compartment, not enough space to stretch out one's legs, and light? It was not enough. He felt like he had just walked into another part of hell.Now in front of the door, he stuck his phone into his pocket and knocked; he waited. Not only was he angry, but he was also curious.Curious about the children.About to knock again, she pulled open the door and came face to face with him, wincing, even though he hadn't touched her; her blue-dyed hair was packed in a ponytail so he could see her face. She looked dressed.She swallowed."You know what I'm here for," he said, his hands feeling itchy; he sure as hell wan
He knew he had told Luca he was going to take a drink and thought he might get wasted through the night, but who was he kidding? Sitting down, he couldn't even manage to keep two glasses in.He had stood up from the chair, placed his bills on the tray, and left the bar.Since Luca had told him about Maya being found by Damon, no matter how hard he tried to push it off, it still bit a part of him.Luca was right; he was almost scared to face her, running from explaining their night together.What was he going to tell her? That it was a mistake? All of it? It might have been a mistake, but damn, he couldn't help but relieve the night in his head.And for five years, it had stuck in a part of his brain.He sighed before entering the car, turning on the ignition, and driving out of the parking lot. Hopefully, once he got home, sleeping the thought off was the best thing to do.Dodge Luca like the fucker was shooting bullets.The only one who wasn't scared to tell him how it was. It's a g
"But, mom, do we really have to go to school? We could stay with you and keep you company," he smiled brightly, looking at his mother; her one word broke three of them."No, Milo, you are all going to school; you'll have fun."Milo's face fell. "Come on, ma.."She sent him an annoyed glare, and he shut up.Maya sighed. She wanted them away from the manor as much as she could, far away from Damon and Derinem. Yeah, she knew Derinem had helped her last night, but for the sake of their safety, she didn't want him close to the kids.Looking into Damon's eyes and seeing all the pent-up anger in his glare, she had to be careful, for he was like an untimed bomb just waiting to explode."But do we really have to go, mom? I want to stay with you."She kissed his forehead. "I know, but you can't," she fixed the last of the buttons, "come on, let's go."She walked out of the room with three of them; it was hard finding the way to the food, but as she moved, she recognized the stairs and went down
Derinem drove the car, consistently staring at the rearview mirror to see the kids, who couldn't stop watching his back to the extent that he could feel holes boring into him.He rubbed his forehead with the back of his hands, wondering if he had overreacted. It was bad enough that he had to think about that when the deed had already been done.He had found out that the man in blue was the bully's father, and he was so mad with anger that he had to shoot him in the foot, after decking him with blows.The teacher had stood with her palms over her mouth, crying silently because he had told her to shut the fuck up. Though he had not done anything to her, he sure knew that was going to traumatize her for the rest of her life.Maya shouldn't hear of this; he wasn't prepared to face her wrath. The last time he did face her wrath, he had gone sleepless for about a week. Now if she finds out he dealt with the kids' teacher and shot their classmates' parents in the foot, damn.And the way the t