บททั้งหมดของ Shadow of Yesterday: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The morning at the farm was warm and bright. All night, Camila had been drowned in blissful dreams involving the fearsome yet soft hearted cartel lord who had fallen for her. If she could, she would stay in the land of dreams forever. The relentless shouting of the birds shook Camila awake. For a moment or two, she loathed the innocent birds. The dirty gauze lying on the table reminded her of her injured father. She quickly got up and prepared breakfast for her injured father. Ell and Sofia were fast asleep. She was cooking eggs in the kitchen while occasionally glancing outside the kitchen window, out at the fields. It was a lovely scene. Every now and then, she zoned out and imagined her future with Hugo. Her life at the farm with her family had been modest to say the least. The little girls were oblivious to the financial hardships faced by the family but Camila was well aware. Camila had to drop out of school to help her father at home but she was exceptional in English so she had

Michelle kept up her attempts at seduction. They were indeed powerful. Any other man would have been easily swayed by her and danced like a puppet according to her wishes. Hugo on the other hand had known this woman for way too long to be deluded by her charades. He could see right through her facade. He could see from a mile away what her true intentions were. Hugo had thought that their fight the previous night would keep Michelle at bay for a while. The argument had indeed taken a turn for the worst and to an extent, Hugo even regretted some of it. But seeing Michelle’s attitude just twenty four hours later made him change his mind. It only disappointed him. He contemplated how to get rid of her. “Working late honey?” Michelle softly said, in an alluring manner. For a moment, Hugo actually wondered if she gave a crap about his business. But the illusion faded just as quickly as it had conjured up. “Yeah. But I’ve just finished,” he responded indifferently. He gathered up his stuf

The morning sun could do little to brighten up the day. The Santa Maria Hospital was crawling with commando gear clad guards. The place looked like a fortress. No one could get inside unchecked. It had been the longest night of Hugo’s entire life. He was pacing back and forth across the hospital floor, cursing himself under his breath repeatedly. He knew at the back of his mind that it was his fault. Camila had become his responsibility the moment he slipped that ring on her finger. Hugo felt like he had failed her and the guilt was eating him from the inside out. The best doctors in the country were trying their best to save Camila but they didn't make any promises. Her condition was far from favorable and she needed all the prayers she could get. The external wounds weren't very severe but her insides were destroyed beyond recognition. There was little doubt that Camila was caught in the crossfire. Whoever did that to her, simply hurt her to get to him. The thing that he couldn't

In the middle of the night, the hardware store owned by the Bratva was deserted. Everything was dark except the room upstairs. Vladimir sat at his table in his makeshift office and awaited the call from his men. His eyes were fixated on the phone. Every passing minute added to his anxiety. The plan was fool proof. It had taken them a week and a lot of resources to come up with it. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity to get on his boss’s good side. Hugo Ortiz was wide open and all Vladimir had to do was to score. Hugo was going to meet his woman at her house tonight. This piece of information was enough for Vladimir to arrange an ambush. Drops of sweat formed on his pale forehead. His focus was disturbed by a pained groan emerging meters away from him. The source was Gabriel who was tied to a chair, barely holding on to his life. The old man was bleeding from head to toe. Vladimir didn't like the distraction. “Can you please shut the fuck up?” Vladimir yelled and threw a paper wei

When Hugo finally woke up, he had to squint his eyes to bear the sunlight in the room. His head was spinning like a top. It took him a while to recognize the room he was in. As he tried to sit up, he received a painful reminder of the events of the previous night. His arm was killing him. He jolted with pain and lied back down. His groan was audible enough to attract Juan’s attention outside the room. He dashed inside to see if everything was alright. He found Hugo trying his best to endure the pain without causing much drama. Juan had hired a nurse to take care of Hugo as long as he needed. The nurse followed him inside and checked the IV. It was still half full. She injected a painkiller into the IV and started checking the monitors. Juan had prepared well. The room that looked like a military operated armory just hours ago, could now be mistaken for a hospital room with all the medical equipment lying around. Hugo was trying his best to find the least painful angle. “The vitals