LOGIN“I feel like an actor in a criminal movie.”Rebecca arrived at the gala a few minutes after Amir came to pick her up.She was so nervous, but she knew she had to do a good job. Not because of anything, but because she didn’t want to disappoint Diego.How foolish.“Just calm down and you’ll be fine,” Amir advised her, noticing that she was nervous. He continued in a soft tone, “If you do a good job, I’ll tell you anything you want to know about Diego on our way back.”Those words caused her ears to prick. Now she wanted to do a good job.They said their goodbyes as she went in. Amir waited outside with the car, posing as her personal driver.The event hall was grand and neatly decorated, but not as decorated as the people. Diego knew what he was doing when he dolled her up.A waiter brought her a glass of champagne, and she accepted it with gratitude.People were making small conversations. The night was growing older by the second, yet Diego was nowhere to be found.Had he not gotten
“Vero amore… True love.”–Diego felt good seeing his old-time friend again; they didn’t get to see each other so often because of the nature of their jobs.Although Amir wasn’t too dedicated to the mafia ways anymore, he had almost pulled out completely ever since he got someone he wanted to protect with his life.His wife.Now they were expecting their first child.Diego was happy for his friend. He owned a private company and ran it with his wife. Amir practically lived an ordinary life now, except for sometimes when he was needed by Diego. He always pulled up for his friend.After Diego risked his life for him, Amir said he owed him his life and would do anything to pay him back, even if it meant giving him his life back.“Amir, my friend,” Diego said. “Take care of her; she’s feisty.”“Can’t be as feisty as Aminah, though,” Amir said, and they both laughed.Aminah was Amir’s wife.Diego waved them goodbye and turned to leave, but little hands suddenly grabbed him.“Wait!” Rebecca
"If only he could be this happy every time." --The car avoided as many trees as it could as they drove deeper into the forest, the tires kept bumping against everything on the ground, the uneven road making the ride very uncomfortable. The rich and luxurious car wasn't built for such roads but it managed to hold up. As the car bumped against a tree, Diego lost balance and hit his head against the window but still didn't let go of Rebecca. When he finally managed to stop the car, he turned to look at her to make sure she was okay. His colour changing eyes shone with so much worry as he looked her up and down. "Are you okay?" He asked in a worried tone. She nodded her head, feeling anxiety roam freely through her body like it was its home. He let out a soft sigh. His eyes looked down at his arm that she was still clutching tightly to her chest and her eyes followed. As she realized what he was looking at, a sharp gasp escaped her lips as she pulled away immediately. "Oh my good
1. The road accident. "How can I even dare to find solace in the man that killed my father? He ruined my life!" --Silence dominated the car as they drove down the free and empty road. Neither of them had anything to say to each other yet their minds were trolled with questions and thoughts of each other. Diego felt so uneasy being there with her but he didn't want to make it obvious. Actually, he had been trained to hide his discomfort ever since he was little. His younger ages were times he didn't like to think of, he didn't even want to remember anything about his past at all. He wasn't the sentimental type. The things he had gone through to get to where he was now though, they stuck with him like a disgusting hungry leech sucking him dry. How he had to prove himself to his father while Chase focused on his career, he wasn't jealous of his brother, he just had it harder because of the responsibilities on his shoulders. Being chosen as the next don from the age of 12 was no e
"What if I just... jumped out of the damn car?" --He turned around to walk away and she followed closely behind him. She didn't utter a word as they went towards the elevator and got in. Casting nervous glances at him every second as they kept descending, she decided to start a conversation with the hope of him talking to her.Biting down on her lips, she fiddled with her fingers nervously and looked up at him. "Wh--why are you always cold?" He cast a glance at her as he heard her voice, but that was all. He looked back straight ahead and focused on the doors. Moments later, the doors pulled open and he walked outside without uttering a single word. She scowled at him and cursed underneath her breath. Knowing the little she knew about him, she knew well enough that he would not respond no matter how many conversations she tried to have with him. They walked together in silence and soon arrived at the garage where he parked his car. She looked around at the cars and asked, "whi
“I don't know why he's always affecting me.” –Rebecca would be lying if she said she wasn't feeling nervous, her hands slightly trembled as she tried to put in the contact lens but she refused to ask for help. When they finally settled in, a sigh of contentment escaped her lips. It didn't do anything to her eye color, they just sat on top of her irises like they weren't even there. Well, at least she had accomplished something on her own. She thought to herself. When she was being dressed up, she hadn't even been chanced to raise a single finger, it made her feel as if she was a little child that couldn't dress herself. But she would be lying if she said she didn't feel the authority in them, having someone else dress you. But she didn't like the feeling, after all, Diego dresses himself as well. After putting in the contact lenses, she turned around to show it to him. He simply nodded in acknowledgement without looking twice at her eyes. She kept telling herself not to think t
Answers? More like dead end riddles._A lot of questions stormed through Rebecca's mind at once. She tried to pick the best three out of the millions that plagued her mind. Why was she being held captive? What kind of business did her dad do with them? Who were they hiding from? What happened to
“How troubled is his young soul?” –Rebecca woke up with a soft moan escaping her lips. She was met with an unfamiliar ceiling looking down at her and a skull splitting headache pinned her down as she tried to sit up. She groaned softly and laid back down with her eyes closed. Opening her eyes a
“Say my name. Say it once, say it twice.” _Rebecca almost slapped herself right there. How could she think about sex? Sex with a man like… him??? She could feel her cheeks heating up from the irresponsible thoughts that swarmed her head. How come she let herself waver so much? “What are you thi
It shouldn't hurt but it still does_Diego woke up with a soft groan. Opening his eyes, he felt even more tired than he did when he went to bed. How did he get to his room anyway? The last thing he remembered was going to the balcony for a smoke. Rubbing his forehead slightly, he tried to rememb







