ISA POVI had one question only. Just one question which I needed a quick answer to and please, if by any chance anyone knew the answer to it, please; feel free to answer it.WHAT THE FUCK?My mind spiraled down a tornado of thoughts as I recalled the occurrences of the day before when Xander had stood in front of me and told me we were in a basement which happened to be a factory of fuckin’ cocaine. My jaws had literally detached as my mouth dropped with the divulgence, and I remember staring at him like he had grown an extra pair of eyes. Everything had just clicked into place. All dots connected until I was left with one giant vivid picture of why the hell I was here; giving answers to all the lingering questions that gnawed every hour I spent awake. From the bashed mail van I found dumped in front of the house, the house itself and the money came with it. Everything. Now I knew where it all originated from.I was once a nobody, but now, now I was a doctor sitting on a plant of fuc
ISA POVLeaving Edwina who looked like she’d seen a ghost all alone in Becca’s front yard, I huddled my jacket and brought it closer to me as I ran towards my house in the biting cold. Can’t winter just go away?I thought to myself as I unlocked a thousand latches on my door and made it inside and then locked the door behind me. The sound of the blender came hard from the kitchen and caught my attention. I tiptoed stealthily towards the kitchen and peeked through, and you guessed it: there stood my nemesis dressed in black with his back turned against me as he punched the blender.“How did the tea party go?” He asked not bothering to turn to look at me. He didn’t have to, because he was Xander. The guy who had eyes at the back of his skull. Sighing and ungluing myself from the wall, I replied;“It was long, boring.” My feet carried me further into the kitchen as I felt my mouth salivating and yearning for the heavenly, rich and creamy taste of hot chocolate. He didn’t reply to me, a
XANDER POVI HATED IT!All of this; I hated it.She didn’t come here to slither around housewives or get free smoothies and hot baths. She wasn’t on a damn vacation for crying out loud. She was Isabella Fuckin’ Jones, one of my chess pieces who were supposed to be a watchdog guarding my cocaine. That's why she was here, to work for me. And to make those bloody Italians pay for everything.I was damn fed up with them spreading their shit and branding everything in their trail. And robbing them of something they held so dear was one thing that soothed me in ways I never imagined. So I had no idea what had gotten inside of me to be so soft and end up making that damn smoothie. I hated being swayed. I was always on guard and ready to take down a motherfucker. But good fuckin’ fuck, fixing that smoothie for HER felt like one of the most natural things ever to do in life. I couldn’t help but visualize the kind of life she’ll be living after 7 months, with a smelly baby in her arms waiting
XANDER POVNot wasting any time, Scar and I delved deeper into the club and walked down the corridor, passing open doors where amateurs were getting blown or were balls deep, completely lost in euphoria. I wonder if the loud music didn’t give them migraine though. Plus the moans and the whips.Weird people and their weird shit.At the end of the hall was a door that was heavily guarded by 4 big guys, and as soon as they saw us approaching, they withdrew their guns and aimed at us. One of them stepped up to stop us, and I wondered if he was naïve or just simply stupid.He opened his mouth to say something, but then stood there frozen for about 5 seconds before the nice red formed on the middle of his forehead, and then he dropped languidly to the floor. I sent a quick glance at Scar who smirked, before focusing his attention on the fuckers who came charging at us. But their feet were not quicker than Scar’s bullet. In a matter of seconds, they were lying on the floor in the pool of the
SCAR POVPeople thought one had to be a demented sick fuck to worship someone like I did Xander. Little did they know that it took more than fear or respect to cling to someone like a shadow, follow them with every step they take and be their second skin. Call me chewing gum if you please, but Xander was stuck with me like the Kar-Jenners were with Kanye.Going back a little, I wouldn’t have been where I am today had it not been because of the woman that gave birth to me. She adored her drugs so bad she would do anything, willingly, just so long as she got her a fix of her shit. I used to long and crave the kind of love other kids received from their mothers, and I used to wonder why I don’t go to parks with my mom, why I don’t get presents and get picked up from school with an ice cream in hand. It used to hurt, being a child and not having a normal mother was like a dagger in my heart, and what made it worse was being bullied for it. But she didn't know, because she didn't care.Hav
ISA POVI couldn’t believe I was doing this!I groaned before taking a sip of the now cool tea I had in my hand and yanked down the oversized hoodie of a bloody pink and blue onesie I was wearing.I swear if I got my hands on that very particular soul that came up with such a becursed, horrible idea of dressing me up in a multi-collared onesie; I was going to shred them to pieces.Fast forward from my clash with Edwina, Becca and some of her minions visited the clinic and had Ava give them my records of the ultrasound; then met up with the prince of hell to plan and execute the whole charade. “If we’re going to pull this off sweetheart, you better work on your smile,” Xander called out suddenly standing way too close to me; way too close that I could feel his breath washing over my cheek. I gave him a death side-glance that had him snickering softly. I wanted to kill him for more reasons than one, one of them being the fact that he looked like a damn sex god exuding pheromones and sex
*BACK IN DARK WOODS*VERZI POVA deep groan of a pained savage beast rumbled from deep inside of my throat as my bloody fists continued pummeling into the disfigured face of a fucker who remained unmoving beneath my weight. But I didn’t give two shits because he probably died on the first two punches. But here I was, a thousand punches later still mauling his already sucks-to-look-at face. A pair of strong arms circled my torso from behind as they pried me off my human punching back which actually thought it had balls big enough to screw with us; lie about the whereabouts of my woman just so he can claim a 100 fucking thousand euros reward. I let the calm and collected energy seep from my brother’s warm embrace to sooth and curb the crippling pain that had my heart clenched so tight it felt gruesome to be breathing.“It’s okay. He’s dead now.” He cooed softly pulling me in a bear hug that undid all the restraints I spent so much time building. My shoulders slumped drastically as all
ISA POVTime really seemed to be having the mind of its own. Within a very short span, a month had flown by and I was well accustomed in my role in the US. And ever since the drastic gender reveal party, Xander has been a no show case and if I were to be bluntly honest, I was actually thankful for the peace and quiet. That man always managed to vex me so much I felt like biting his head whenever he was near, and his absence felt like magic. Even though I knew damn well that he still had his lackeys keeping an eye on him.Although it was almost natural to ignore his possible existence, I did know with every cell in me that there was never a time I was going to shake him off.A lot has happened in a month. Because the dearly beloved neighborhood wives found it really worth their time, attention and energy to nominate me for the annual presidential election of the little organization they had going there. I’ll admit, I was astonished that they had such a real thing going on, instead of j