Skai's POV Days passed; the whole mansion had been quiet with the new development. The extra vigilance of the boss cracked me up, maybe not only me. I and any people that have extra missions here.He requested for footage almost every day, sits behind the monitor with me at times if he's not working, or he'd ask for the overview later. My missions came to a pause, not a halt. I would never stop until I see the end of my parents' killers.It was the last thing on my mind before I went o bed and the first thing that woke me up. It seemed impossible – defeating the both of them at once. Juliano could help if I opened up, but in what way? I was alone and he lives comfortably - two different worlds.Sometimes I rethought my decisions and blamed myself for getting into it. Every thought raised questions that kept me going – in search for the truth. How could I know the person behind my misfortune and let him live a free life? “Sophia”, Giovanni snapped, looking into my eyes searching for
Skai's POV The guard returned with a small tray, filled with four syringes and cotton swabs. Giovanni snatched it, placing it on the armrest.His fingers tapped the head of the syringe, and he held it up over his head, the needle looking sharp.Pulling her off the ground, he plunged the needle into her vein without hesitation. She let out a loud whimper, more than a cry. The injection burnt—briefly—but the effect wasn’t immediate. It crept in like fog.Her head fell back as she dropped slowly to the ground, with half-closed eyes and weak limbs. He smirked, showing more anger than fulfilment.“Are you ready to speak?”She shook her head.He injected two more needles on the same arm.“Do you really want me to tell you, fool?” Hannah snapped.He slapped her hard, her hands slightly brushing her cheeks.“Hit me, hit me the way you hit my aunt every time. You turned life into a living hell.” She whisper yelled, coughing slightly.“Her dreams went into shambles. She went into depression a
Skai's POV He called one of the guards, “Everybody should report here now.” I strolled to the living room, trying to shake myself out of my destructive thoughts. A thought of him killing as many as the number of people involved with Luca. A thought of seeing people alive minutes ago, now lying in a pool of blood – cold and lifeless. Domestic workers, his men and everyone else trooped into the living room. His fingers still wrapped around the almost empty glass of whisky. A whiff of alcohol, mixed with his cologne suspended in the air like a cloud. His index finger grazed the bottom of the glass.Pacing the living room, I read the emotions flashing through his eyes – confusion first, then anger and finally burning rage. I sandwiched myself in between them, avoiding his direct gaze. The workers around me had shaky lips and trembling fingers. A few maintain hard expressions as if they've seen this happen. He looked up sharply as if on impulse, “Which one of you betrayed me?” “Spea
Skai's POV The guards assembled at the gate with cocked rifles, positioning themselves at every corner. I stayed behind the monitor, unaware of what Luca was about to pull. For him to show up, it means it's not going to be easy.What if he planted a grenade in the mansion? Then I'll die by fire. Funny. I smiled at the way I played with words in my head, and the smile was gone. Luca wasn't holding a gun, but he's definitely not a soft man. And he has led a whole convoy.Our quests for revenge are different. Giovanni snatched his wife and killed her when she tried to go back to her husband.I sat close to the edge of the chair, making me remember my office and the dramas. The footage was recording as the time ticked per second at the top left side of the screen.A loud sound erupted, and I almost fell off the chair.They opened the gate, of course, and Luca's men trooped out of the cars and stood behind him – all with cocked guns. Some hung it around their necks; others held it straig
Skai's POV For reasons known to me and the guard, he had been stealing glances and trying to be nice. I just smile or nod in return.On a weekend, I sat on a chair on the lawn after my morning run, breathing heavily with my head thrown back .Footsteps approached, and I saw him. Inside of me, I was expecting whatever he had to say and welcomed him with a smile. He finally gathered the courage to walk up to me- at the right place. “Here to confess, huh?” I said to myself. He walked closer, and I sat upright, placing the plastic of water beside me. “Can I sit?” “Here”, I patted the chair, and he sat down. “Sorry about the issue that happened the other day.” “It's fine. Misconception happens.” “I wanted to ask if the boss checked the footage.” He cleared his throat.“No, since it was Carlo. He's his son. So it wasn't necessary.” “Did you?” His tone conveying a bit of fear. “Yes, I did.” I looked at him. “What did you see?” He swallowed. “Everything”, my voice clipped. “Pleas
Skai's POV Everyone looked in the direction, releasing a finger or two off the gun. I opened my eyes, seeing Carlo walk in. His hands placed beside him. “I didn't know it was for you; the chip was to spy on one of my workers. It's not Sophia.” My nerves thrilled like throbbing violins. As if his hands were contemplating, the gun dropped a few inches per second, and I was still on my knees. “You don't have to punish her.” He reached for my hand. “Leave,” Giovanni growled, pulled Carlo by the wrist and left the room. Tillard hissed and went to sit on the sofa with the gun placed on his knee.I stood up and left, my legs feeling like they were trapped in a cellophane bag.I survived by a thread. My life isn't important to these people. That means I can die at any time. Eyes would be on me. I hope he didn't place a tracker on me.I entered my room, still trembling. When Carlo knocked and entered. “Sophia”, he stared at me.I looked at him through my eyelashes. Trying to merge wh