(Past) Three days ago, at Placebo’s place.... *Violence ahead By the time Quisito retreated to the warzone, the fight was at its climax and his men were winning the battle. Placebo may only have asked for a fight, but Quisito brought him a war because he dared to lay finger on someone Quisito couldn’t even imagine getting hurt. Her impulsive words had hit him unexpectedly, but he swallowed the agony they were creating inside his chest and focused on giving his men instructions, like a great leader should. In between the fight, he had to discard the bullet proof vest and as expected, he suffered many injuries across his chest by the time the fight ended. The Don’s men slaughtered all the enemies, except one. Placebo. They captured him while he attempted to escape by shooting one of his legs. But he was alive and conscious, just like Quisito had wanted. He was splayed across the ground in ‘X’ manner, his hands and legs tied with rusty chains and stretched to the four corners of
The entire mansion had become a black cloud, filled with sobs and woeful faces. But being a leader, I couldn’t cry, even though I wanted to. I stayed right next to your mother’s coffin. Wearing a white gown and resting ever so peacefully, she looked as beautiful as the first time we met. I was missing her terribly, but I didn’t let it show.I was able to put a door on my emotions until, it was time to bring you out to say final goodbye to your mother’s warmth, forever. A maid brought you out and you were already irritated at the absence of your mother. I took you into my hands and lowered you on top of your mother. The moment you mumbled something incoherently and reached your tiny fingers up to caress her pale face, as if trying to wake her, I lost it. Warm tears rolled down my face and I cried in public, for the first time in my life. It was your feeding time and you were very hungry. You refused to get separated from your mother and held on to her coffin with your stubborn fingers.
When Kate entered his empty room, the familiar musky scent welcomed her, but she could tell that it was fading away, just like the love bites he had given her.The laptop that she wanted was placed on the bedside table she walked up to. She took it and sat along with it on the mattress and pressed the power button. It still had the same screensaver of her child hood picture, but unfortunately, it also had something else. A column to type password.Kate was aware that she was stuck, but she wasn’t going to accept defeat that easily. During her lonely life in the mansion, she had developed a few not-that-important skills and one of them included guessing passwords. She has always emerged successful in guessing the password of her father’s computer, so she thought that she should give this one a try.“I can do this” she prepped herself up and wet her lips before guessing the password for the first time.Kate’s fingers fluttered on the keyboard as she typed the first thing that came to her
Pulling her closer to lay flat against his chest, he began narrating the past that her heart had been fluttering to know, ever since she had found out about Marcus.“As a child, the only family I knew was my mother and her brother, whom I used to call ‘uncle’. My mother never spoke about my father and I still know nothing about him. My uncle provided for us with the salary he got as a research scientist. He worked for the government and was so dedicated to his field of nano technology that he didn’t bother to have a family of his own. Most of the time, he behaved like a mad scientist and it often crept my mother out. But I enjoyed giving him company in his lab.By the time I turned eight, he was promised a huge sum from the government to work on a project in the defense wing. Since it was a highly classified program, me and my mother had no clue about it. I assisted him by delivering materials via driving and in return, he taught me a thing or two regarding the principles of nanotechn
(Past) A month ago...“Quisito.... thank you for coming to meet me on such a short notice” Winston said from behind his table, when he saw the Don entering his office room.“No need to thank me sir; I’m always happy to be at your service” Quisito said with a polite smile, before taking a seat across from Winston.“Marcus... I... I called you today to ask for a very important favor...” Winston said, as he shifted uneasily in his office chair and gripped the armrest. His voice was strained a bit, like he never wanted to ask for the favor that was in his mind.“Of course, Winston, anything for you!” Quisito said as he leaned forward and placed his joined hands on the table. Even Quisito could see the palpable tension on the old man’s face.“Here is the thing” Winston said after taking a shaky breath “I miss my old Kate. I miss her smile, I miss her playfulness, I miss her enthusiasm and her little pouting face full of stubbornness. After her memory treatment, I tried to forge back that s
The next day itself, Quisito had his men bring over her clothes because he decided that Kate would stay with him. He would have given his clothes, but as much as he loved seeing her in them, he absolutely hated the idea of other people looking at what belongs only to his eyes, because most of his T shirts barely reached till her knees and the loose neckline betrayed a lot of her cleavage whenever she bend down to pick something.The pain they gave each other in the past slowly began to fade away as they competed with each other to show who loved who more. She clung to him 24/7, only letting him out of her sight when she visited her father twice a day.Kate dressed his wounds and fed him with her own hands, and they always shared one plate of food. One day morning, she decided to cook something for him and stepped into the kitchen. She had never cooked in her entire life and ended up setting the whole kitchen on fire, but fortunately, no one was harmed. Quisito just laughed it off and h
(Fuse a slow music in your ears before reading. You'll enjoy it ;)Katelyn almost didn’t recognize the bride who stared back at her from the mirror. She was going to be his in a few minutes and no force in this world would be able to stop it. She wore a floor length satin white gown that completely covered her feet. The veil she wore on her head was long enough to drag behind her. Her hair had been pulled up into a donut bun fashion, with two tendrils of hair suspended from the side of the hairline. The makeup was simple – A touch of blush with cherry red lip gloss.She wore blue diamond earrings and a small emerald pendant around her neck to match with the engagement ring he gave her.Her heart thumped wildly against her ribcage as she stood behind the small room’s curtain that separated her from the inside of the church. It was a ventilated room, but still she felt mildly claustrophobic because of the tension that coursed through her veins. She was beyond happy, but she also wished t
“Hey wifey, wake up...” Marcus said while nudging against her cheek with his nose. He was hovering on top of her sleeping form, his weight balanced on the arms placed on either side of her body.“Noooo... I wanna sleep... go away...” Kate whined and snuggled her face deeper into the pillow.“It’s time for the surprise... come on, get up...” he husked again while nuzzling the crook of her neck.When she made no move to get up, he peeled away her blanket and pepper kissed all over her face, purposefully grazing his beard on her skin.“Stop...stop it! I’m getting up!” she squealed while chuckling at the ticklish feel of his face hair.He got off from above her, allowing her to sit up on the mattress.“What time is it?” Kate asked groggily as she rubbed her eyes, a yawn escaping past her lips.“It’s one in the morning” he said and she looked outside to find the sky still dark.“Get ready honey, we are going somewhere” he said eagerly while getting off the bed.“Hold on... I need to pee” s