Semua Bab THE LIES THAT BIND: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Massimo’s POV. It was dawn. I couldn’t imagine how best to tear the prisoner, my prisoner. I wanted to make sure he sees himself dying, and in bits, maybe that would make me happier. I walked down to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror there. I stared at my sleepy face and sighed. It was such a sigh of relief. I imagined the possibility of not being successful in the operation which my men and I went through last night and what would have happened when the people finally got to know about me, being the one responsible for the drugs. I turned on the shower and just then, heard a knock on my door. ‘Knock knock’I listened attentively for the second time before I heard Anastasya’s voice. “Massi, are you up already, I want us to talk” she echoed. “I’m at the bathroom, I’ll be right there in 10,” I replied, I raised my voice and hoped she heard me. After a while the knocking stopped. I stood under the shower and felt the ease as the water dropped on my skin. I should be home

Chapter 44. Ana’s POV. One week and 4 days later. ‘I think I’ll be needing a job soon,’ I whispered underneath my breath as I scrolled through my phone. I was trying to see if I’ll be connected to any of the remote writing jobs available. I didn’t want to do this because I had no money or perhaps, either Massimo or my dad couldn’t care for me, but I needed to earn a living on my own as a lady and a wife, not just sit and depend on the cash from my Millionaire father and Billionaire husband. The room was looking littered with clothes all over while I sat at the edge of the bed. I could see the silver lining Isabel gave me two days ago, sitting right at the edge of the drawer. That wasn’t so good. I stood to my feet, feeling so drowsy, I gave out a gigantic yawn. My eyes flipped twice and I listened for a moment. It was so quiet that day. It felt like everyone inhabiting the premises had ran off. I felt like the only one in the whole since I could hear the sound of a pin which fell t

Massimo’s POV. “Come on, we’re going to be late, aren’t you done with the make-up?” I called out to Anastasya from the other side of her door while I waited and knocked mildly. I wasn’t ready to move out late for the birthday party of Donald Duke, a renowned member of the Cosa Nostra. I walked down to the living room with my briefcase and my cigarette which was on my left hand while I blew the harsh white air. The time was already 6:24PM, and Duke’s residence was about 20 minutes from here. Maybe we’ll get there before the occasion begins at exactly 7PM sharp, and that’s if we’re on time. I watched the Television for a while before the door opened and Romeo entered. He looked smarter than I even imagined. How white and black attire and his glasses. I nodded at the sight of his scabbard which had his gun in it.“You’re stunning, man. I think you’ll need a very quick snapshot,” I remarked as he beamed with a smile and posed in a camera shot. I laughed. “And I think you’re ready to t

Ana’s POV. “Ouch! Take it easy,” I exclaimed as she dressed my wounds. She was so skilled at it and needed me to sit still and not have her distracted on her job. “Ana, what is the meaning of this? was I the one who asked you to go and pick a fight with Rosalia?” Isabel questioned as she held the plaster on her hands and the scissors and iodine which was used on the surface of the wound. It was almost what one could call- ‘Brutal’, the fight between Rosalia Hazelwood and I. I wondered what manner of lady she was. She was so strong and during the fight, she stiffened her body that I couldn’t even pull her to the ground after I held her waist. “Come on, aren’t you seeing that it’s painful? Why are you even trying to go hard on me even when I’m suffering already?” I replied, my face kept sour while she stared back. I could tell she wasn’t really happy I sounded that way, she kept mute and frowned. Her brows furrowed while she dropped the scissors in her hands, same as the iodine. She

Massimo’s POV. I sat at the balcony and imagined the serenity of the boulevard, with no enemy on my path. I held the cigarette on my left and had a glass of whiskey on my right. I felt the size of the red hat on my head as I nodded to the gentle breeze of the evening while I had my gaze at the manservants and maidens of the premises as they walked to and fro, performing their obligation. I was so intrigued at the nature of the calmness of our home. It seemed everyone was lost, except the few maidens who I spotted below. I felt a vibration in my pocket and that was from my phone. I kept the glass of whiskey on the railing which had a flat surface and brought it out to take a look. My eyes flashed at the first notification which came from my right hand man; Romeo. ‘Where are you, boss?’ I beamed my face with a smile as I texted back. ‘The balcony, eastern wing, second floor,’ The message was sent as soon as possible and I nodded to the ‘bing-bing sound which came off the phone,’ W