All Chapters of HUNTING ROSE; THE MAFIA DARKEST OBSESSION : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rosa SinclairThe morning light streamed through the curtains, illuminating the faint haze of a dull, throbbing headache. My mind was foggy as I tried to recall the events of yesterday. The chirping of the birds, each noise and sound, made my headache worse.I swung off the comforting duvet, stepped into my flip-flops, and headed to the large mirror just outside the bathroom. I looked worse than Harley Quinn with smudged makeup. The party dress was still on, and I hadn’t removed my makeup, leaving scary eyeliner streaks running down my face—a result of all the crying I did last night after Red left.I finished my morning routine, but all I wanted was to go back to bed and maybe try to forget my worries. Memories of Mrs. Caruso’s necklace kept popping up. I lay back on my bed, hands clasped over my head in frustration. The thought of the necklace I saw at the senator's party wasn’t going away anytime soon. Then my mind wandered back to my argument with Red.Calling me a drama queen? Mo

Rose Sinclair;I can't, I can't, i-i-i can't, please.” I whispered. I have never held a gun in my life, I have no idea how to use one. Not only that, I have to choose between shooting one to the other. It's an impossible decision ! A preposterous situation. killing Mr Russo while his daughter watches or killing the daughter on the father's watch. I just won't be doing this……No!“Then let's see what will happen, when the choice is taken from you.” Red smirked, his mouth twisting in a snare. Grabbing the gun out of my hands, rather too harsh. Which should be the last thing on my mind right now, but hey!Federico untied the ropes from Russo’s hands. tossed him the gun, he orders. “Kill her or I'll kill your daughter.”Wait a minute!!!Is he going mad???Mr Russo hesitates for a second, but desperation gets the best of him, as he raises the gun in my direction. My jaws dropped to the ground, I couldn't even move a muscle, I was shocked to my bones, Mr Russo would do this to me? I m

Federico D'Angelo;A Theory had been brought to light over the years, some believe in it, others might as well, call it faux. But, one thing remains whether the devil has a son or not, I am worse than that ugly motherfucker. Rivals, partners and even allies call me the devil, a monster, a cold heartless murderer; theories which I presume are right.I made Rose realize, I'm never to contend with, no one goes against my order. And if for some stupid reason, she assumes she could change my mind or go against me, she has got it all wrong. The ride home seemed short, or perhaps I've been clouded with many thoughts on what is and what's not. The chauffeur held the door while I stepped out, smoothing my suit jacket, heading inside the main building. I headed for my home bar, and grabbed a bottle of whisky,a bucket of ice and a glass. My phone chimed with notifications, business emails,one or two missed calls, and a text. The name of the sender sends a note of how important the text is; it

Rose Sinclair;Two days later, I had another training session with Max or Mad Max, which I really prefer. I was assigned a room in the main building where trainees sleep. I really do not understand why Red would keep me in a place like this. Am I that weak to him? What do I need defence for? I am to stay in the mansion all day, so why the extra measures to ensure I'm strong. Not that it sounds bad or something……But I wasn't built or cut out for this.I was standing right in a room where there were rifles of all sorts, there was a shooting target, few hard from us. A large headset, probably to keep us away from the shooting noise. “Let me make one thing clear, this isn't meant for someone like You, if I had it my way, I would assign you somewhere else…... .Like the kitchen or cleaning team. Anyways, I don't expect you to do well, not that you would.” He grumbles the last part.What the hell is his problem? I don't want to be here just as the next person. Heck! I Hate it here and I

Federico Di Grazia;The big old moon was at its peak tonight, the entire night stills the moment she raised the gun to her ex's face. She killed earlier today, I'm trusting she knows how to pull a fan trigger and get it over with. But, for some reason she was buying time. Stalling…..Waiting……For a miracle huh? Things like that do not exist, neither do luck or second chances. My fingers brushed right where I placed my cigar, inside my leather jacket. Reaching out for my lighter, I licked the cigar up and placed it on my lips when two gunshots resonated the silent night.The once peaceful night stained with the blood of her ex, she is now a two-timed cold bloody killer. Far stretched from my murder count, but we are getting somewhere. A smile graced my lips at the thought of how broken she already is.Few minutes later, she walks away from the apartment porch heading in my direction. The moment she sees me, her demure changes, I can picture how she feels right now,the urge to put