PRESENT DAY
Klara
(Point of View)I look up from my book to see exactly who dared to disturb me on my day off and my whole body freezes in shock and disbelief.
As I stare into the greenish blue eyes of the man I tried to kill a wave of
fear begins to wash over me."Ad-adriano, y-you, your..." I stutter unable to finish.
"Yes, Baby I'm here" ” he assures, his accented voice dripping with the remnants of his Columbian heritage. Adriano smiles as he grabs my hand bringing my fingers to his lips. His action jerks me back to reality and slowly my shock starts to turn into panic.
No, no, no, he can't be here I think to myself, he's a week early! He wasn't supposed to find me, not yet! I'm not ready for this, I'm not ready to face him. No, I just need to get away from him.I stand up knocking my chair back and start to back away from him all the while watching for when he will try to stop me, but he just sits back relaxed,staring at me as I back away. Then suddenly my back slams into what feels like a concrete wall, but the two muscular men that take hold of my arms prove me wrong.
As they shove me back into my chair I lift my face up to look at him, my body trembling as I watch his smile fade and his eyes turn cruel. "Going somewhere sweetheart?" He asks, then cocks his head to the side acting amused, but I can sense the rage barely contained within him and it scares the sh*t out of me just like the first time I saw it. You would be afraid to if you knew him like I do, I mean this guy is f**king crazy
I need time to come up with a plan, I think to myself so I try to buy myself some time. Before I can even process what I'm doing I'm already flipping the cafe's table, spilling my steaming hot cappuccino on him.
I use the distraction I just created to make a run for it and put as much distance as I can between those men and myself, as some of them have already started to come after me. I feel the hot pavement burn into my feet as I kick my floppy sandals off. God, why I couldn't I have chosen comfort over fashion today?, I think, mentally face palming myself.In my race to escape I accidentally knock down a fruit vendors cart and an array of colourful fruit starts flowing into the street followed by small crowd trying to help pick them up. The furious vendor seems torn, trying to decide whether to avenge his ruined produce or save the remaining ones. Poor guy, I really feel bad for him but I can't stop at any cost. I have to make it to my safe house to regroup. The disturbance seemed to have caused enough of a distraction for me to lose my chasers. Finally I can come up with a real plan, I sigh, opening the rustic cabin doors of my safe house. My relief is short lived though as I am greeted by over a dozen Ak 12s all pointed directly at me. Bl**dy Russians!!
Adriano
(Point of View)"Why the f*ck are you just standing there?? For f*cks sake GET HER!!" I roared at my men making them flinch. By this point I swear all I could see was red.
There was no way I was letting her get away that easy. Not again. I grab my phone to check the tracker I had just placed on her when I held her hand, but before I can activate my finger print bullets start to fly at me.
One of the bullets slice through the head of my bodyguard, blood and brain matter splatters all over my face and coffee stained shirt.
This is turning out to be a really sh*t day I think to myself, while taking out my gold plated desert eagle, a birthday gift from daddy dearest. I fire several .50 AE rounds down range and start to make my way through the crowd of hysterical fleeing people to take out the guy who almost succeeded in killing me.
Using the crowd as a human shield I manage to evade most of the gunfire, only gaining a flesh wound to my upper thigh.My surviving men take out the two snipers shooting at us while I cripple the fleeing coward with two shots to his knee caps.
"He's Russian" One of my men tell me, "You Bratva motherf*ckers really know how to piss me off" I say to the man as I press down on his wound with my now bloody shoe. His face starts to contort in pain and I smile sadistically enjoying how the poor b*st**d tries to crawl away from me using his arms to try and drag his crippled legs. I signal my men to take care of him before breaking into a sprint after the girl of my dreams, just like the first time we met.
Chapter 20 — "The Tension Grows"3 YEARS AGOAnnie's POVNIGHT OF MARDI GRAS02:20 AMThe cold, lifeless body of Father Donnaly is heavy on top of me, the blood soaking through my clothes as I push him off with all my strength. The sound of his body hitting the floor echoes in the silent Church, and I freeze. My heartbeat is deafening in my ears, and I struggle to breathe. I glance around frantically, my eyes darting between the dark corners of the Church, expecting to see more shadows creeping toward me.I need to get out.With a surge of panic, I scramble to my feet, pushing away the horrific sight of the blood-soaked confessional booth and the priest’s body. I can’t look at him again. Not now. I turn toward the back door, but my foot slips in the pool of blood on the floor. My legs give way, and I stumble, catching myself on one of the pews.“Come on, Annie,” I mutter under my breath, wiping away the tears that threaten to fall. I can’t let myself fall apart now. I’m so close to es
3 YEARS AGO MATTEO'S POV NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS02:20amJust before Father Donnaly reaches for the bag he carried up earlier, I manage to grab him and yank him backwards where he lands face first on the Church floor."Aahh!" "Hellppp" he screams, trying to alert who ever else is in the Church with him.Annoyed at my inability to keep him quiet, I angrily grab one of the pointy brass candle stick holders and stab it directly into Father Donnaly's Left eye, causing him to scream in pain."Aaahhhhh" he shreiks, blood spurting out from his empty eye socket, as I yank out the candle holder along with his eyeball."What's that noise?" I hear a couple men shout from the Church basement.Before they get up the stairs, I quickly slit father Donnaly's throat
3 YEARS AGO MATTEO'S POV NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS 02:00AMEverything is deathly quiet as I turn into the Church parking lot, which is completely empty except for an old maroon golf someone probably abandoned.Smiling, I enter the Church, thinking about all the jokes Adriano use to make about me catching fire if I ever were to enter one.Guess God still thinks my soul can be saved I think bitterly, but that will probably change by the time I leave.....because I have always been and will always be a killer. Nothing can change that.As soon as I enter I see a priest walking up from what I assume to be the Church basement.As soon as his eyes meet mine they widen in shock and he
3 YEARS AGOANNIE'S POVNIGHT OF MARDI GRAS02:00AMBy the time I arrive at the Saint Louis Church it's already almost 02:00am and roads around are all extremely quiet, I guess living on the outskirts of town didn't help much.Once I park in the empty parking lot outside the Church, I quickly jump off and head in towards the Church."Klara?, Klara?" I whisper, trying to find her.The Church is giving off an eerie feel and I feel like I'm in a horror movie. Gulping down my fear I force myself to open the giant Church door. It makes a creaking sound as I open it, bringing attention to the fact that the Church is completely empty. "Klara?" I whisper again, so softly I doubt she would here me if she actually is here. As I walk between the pews to the front of the Church I hear someone. " No you idiot! unload them first! Are you trying to shoot someone!!" I hear a man
**Hey guys,I am so sorry I have not been uploading this book often but, recently I have been going through some personal issues...as such this chapter is going to be quite short, but from tommorow I will be updating daily :) thank you guys so much for your support and comments it really means alot to me.3 YEARS AGO Adriano’s(PoV)NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS 02:00am"Where's Guzman and Andres?" Matteo asks, only now noticing the absence of our missing companions. "They had to sort something's out with an officer" I reply vaguely. "I told you that you should have just let me bribe them, we would have already had the police in our pockets by now if you hadn't stopped me." "Bribes cause greed, blackmail creates loyalty" I remind my brother, making him shake his head and walk away. But, despite my brothers reservations, I know from presonal experience that blackmail is way more powerfu
3 YEARS AGOAnnie(PoV)NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS11:45pm“shit! I think staring at my phone, it’s almost 12 already. I felt so guilty bailing on Klara and even more guilty, about not being able to tell her why I bailed.I thought that I would still be able to make it after picking my mom up from the hospital, but it took longer than I expected it to, and it didn’t help that she was so drunk.“Klara’s probably home by now” I think out loud to myself. Maybe I should phone to apologise, I think, still feeling guilty.Nervously, I start to dial her number.“Hello”, she answers. “Omg, Klara I’m so sorry I couldn’t come, I swear I was going to but, it’s just………something came up” I blurt out all at once without taking a breath.“I don’t want to hear it Annie” She yells though the phone, making me flinch.“I’m sorry Klara, honestly and besides at least you got to spend time with Igor” I remind, trying to