NICOLE I flopped my head back on to my sofa, tiredness oozing from my features.I had a very tiring day at work and all I needed now was just rest and peace. Peace in my married life too.In the past two weeks, ever since I confronted Raphael about his past affairs with Leila, we've been having issues upon issues over the phone. Why was he blind to the fact that Leila would destroy our marraige if she was still lingering around him?She herself made it clear to me on how much she despised me and how badly she wanted Raphael. That woman will do everything in her power to get Raphael back and I was trying to avoid it.I had specifically told Raphael to discharge her of her duties and just let her go far away from this mafia and from him but he wouldn't agree. He said it wasn't that easy to leave the mafia and Leila was one of his best assassins. I mean ain't he the capo?He makes the rules so why can't he change them? What is so hard in discharging her of her duties and sen
NICOLE I came down from my car, heading into a dainty pastry shop. I was on my way to work and I wanted to grab some snacks. Pushing open the glass doors, I trod towards the counter.The decor was comfortable. It wasn't too posh to feel out of place and also wasn't too plain either. Rounded wooden tables and soft chairs formed a pattern in the shop,the mild tone of classical music soaring in the air.The environment wasn't animated. It was peaceful and serene.Placing an order to go of two pancakes and some spring rolls by the counter, I ambled towards one of the chairs and waited for my order. My mind drifted towards Raphael. I missed my husband so much. It was already close to a month and he still wasn't back.Was it that serious back in Mexico?The only thing that comforted me was my assurance that he would come back and also our late night calls. A waiter brought my order to me wrapped up."Here you go Ma'am" a soft feminine voice called out to me.With a smile, I col
"I swear I'll shoot all of you right now and send gunmen to each one of your fucking families and have them pass through hell!" Raphael thundered fire and brimstones to his underbossess that formed a straight line opposite him. His nostrils flared and his eyes were so bloodshot, enough to scare the wits out of someone. Anger was an understatement of what he was going through. A bomb had been planted in one of his warehouses and they were very fortunate to had escape with their lives but in the process they had lost more than a million. His restless feet walked around the hall, his anger rising with each breath. A grenade was exploding in his head and he just wanted to kill somebody right now. The horror stricken underbossess stood frigid and also rigid. Nobody dared uttered a word in their defence. The incidence had left everyone stuperfied and lost for words. How was a bomb planted in the warehouses? It was heavily guarded so who was able to outsmart the armed guards and pla
RAPHAEL "Any info yet?" I asked my capos as we sauntered into a fairly dark room.Thomas outstretched his hands for me,"see for yourself. Diego's phone was accessed and truly he did get a phone call from the ghost" A smile lit on my face. Finally we were getting somewhere. I was tired of moving in circles, unending frustrating circles."Is that all?" I asked, my voice a little louder. My eyes accessed everything in the spacious room with a wily smile."We've gotten the best computer specialist and trackers to access the exact location of the ghost" Thomas informed me, his eyes on the various men who had the finger pads glued to the keyboard of the computers with the lights reflecting on their faces. I walked towards one and he acknowledged my presence which I returned back with a nod."Fill me in" I ordered him."We've got a problem" his brows became furrowed at the screen. Fuck. What again?"What's the issue?" I replied trying to swallow my annoyance."Diego was contacted through
RAPHAEL"Thomas please that's absurd" I sighed, taking my eyes off him."But it's not impossible" Thomas replied unfazed."Why exactly would my dad want to harm my mum? For what reason? What would he gain from my mother's death?" I threw multiple questions at Thomas. Thomas went silent, slowly averting his gaze from my face. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out."Exactly. Nothing at all links to my dad" I concluded with a hiss.I don't know why my mum would make such an absurd claim. It was so saddening watching her rage like an insane lunatic not to talk more of Nicole having to believe her words. Nothing linked to my dad. What would he stand to gain from killing my mother? If he was truly one of our enemies, why didn't he just kill us all since? He knows the in and out of this mafia--all our partners, the drugs, the politicians in our payroll, the ammunitions, our warehouses--name it all; my dad knows it all so why didn't he destroy us earlier. What would e
An agonising groan echoed around the steel walls of the cellar.Pain was evident in the voice that carried it; torturous and horrific pain. Strapped on to a chair was a bruised and disfigured Diego. He was held caged by a rope which seemed to squeeze his entire body into one piece. The pain from that alone was excruciating talk more of the cuts, wounds and broken bones he had gotten. The cellar was cold, extremely cold. Diego had his teeth chattering. A rat ran passed his legs causing him to curse in italian. Heavy thumping footsteps could be heard making its way towards his direction.Diego needed not to be told who it was. Cold and dangerous blue eyes carried his already swollen and weak green orbs in their formidable stare."Have you come back to finish what you started?" Diego asked slurry before spitting out loud. Raphael crouched down and gave him a sadistic smile."You know me so well diego" "Actually..."Raphael began."I'm not going to kill you now" he stood