~Juliano Margo and I walked through the glass door ; my legs felt strange, like they didn't belong to me. None of us talked, different thoughts racing through our minds, as though we were saving our words till when we saw her.The police said she'd fly in with other captives; I would have gone with a private jet. We just provided her birth certificates for clarification. I glanced at Margo, her eyes glued to where she was moving towards. The little banner properly folded in her hands, her fingers grazing through it slowly. I swallowed down the negative thoughts finding their way into the forefront of my thoughts.What if Allysia didn't recognise me?I had imagined how she'd look – pale, weak.I'd imagined the emotions in her eyes – sadness, fear.I took Margot's hand and squeezed it softly, giving a comfoting nod, and she blinked. Fear and anxiety swimming through her brown eyes.We arrived an hour before; I wouldn't miss the moment for anything in the world. I looked down at the f
~SkaiHe stood in front of us, his gaze searching. I thought he went to his room; he roamed about as though he was searching for something.My heart dropped, a sudden bout of nerves rushing over me.“No, boss, I wanted to ask him how we'd arrange the living room.” Another word formed in my head, but the lie rushed out without a second thought if it was meaningful or not. I just had to say something.“Does that warrant you discussing in a corner?” His voice laced with distrust – he took in our expressions like a judge watching criminals. The lie was a bit solid, but not in that context.“I wanted to catch up with him before he left, boss.” I bowed, trying not to sound like I was exchanging words with him.He seemed a bit more calm than he was hours ago. As though he had foreseen it all. My mind whirled back to when he requested the footage of Abigail and her niece. I didn't get to watch it; maybe he got a hint from there. There wasn't just proof to back it up.“No form of friendship b
~SkaiA nurse rushed in, “Doctor Allen, there's an emergency.” Unaware of what was happening, her voice trailing off when she saw his body – cold and lifeless.“Doctor Allen” She screamed, her shivering hands covering her mouth. Her face dropped. She glanced at Giovanni and raced out before he could do anything to her. Her scrub cap falling to the ground.I didn't know if she wanted to alert others.My eyes stared at Doctor Allen's blood smeared on the white wall where he hit his head and his body fell behind his desk.Giovanni stepped backwards, looking like a wounded lion that's ready to eat anyone that comes his way. A shivering cold ran down my spine. Goosebumps covered my skin.I've seen him kill people, but it was different from the regular torturing. Doctor Allen wasn't aware he was coming; I wasn't aware when the whole chaos happened. I'd have informed him.My brain rewound how the hot bullet entered his chest and pierced through. He struggled for minutes without help. His ey
~SkaiA loud yell woke me up from my sleep. For the first time in the mansion, I slept with so much peace I never imagined I could have. The next morning was a history.I squeezed my eyes so hard, covering my ears, hoping the shouts would stop. I sprawled on the bed. It seemed like an important issue. No one makes so much noise if it's not Giovanni. Still in my nightwear, I put on my slippers and raced downstairs. I was puzzled by the hot mixture of pure rage and confusion that filled Giovanni’s words. Workers stationed at almost every corner folding their arms – none of them said anything. It seemed I was the only one blind to the whole thing happening.My steps reduced as I reached the living room. It was in a complete mess. The bar was scattered with broken glasses, the tables upside down. Even the television.Shit! Wrong timing.It was worse than I thought or imagined. I almost took a step backwards and pretended I was never there. Few guards were in the living room; the rest we
~SkaiI inserted the mini camera into my laptop. The screen went blank for a while – loading. It displayed different media, and I clicked on a recent one. The screen flickered to life, displaying black-and-white footage of Giovanni and Tillard.I adjusted my chair, my eyes glued to the screen like magnets locked in embrace. Rubbing my orbs didn't help much; I could already see clearly.Giovanni sat on his usual sofa, one of his legs on the table, a cigarette lying between his fingers. Tillard sat across from him, holding a glass of wine.Tillard threw a document on the table.“What's this?” Giovanni asked, raising an eyebrow.“Investment and property documents – I'm going to the lawyer in five days to approve them.”“For Michael?” Giovanni asked, a cruel smirk resting on his face.“Dude has been my money-milking machine, even in his grave.” Tillard let out a dry laugh. My heart clenched; they made a mockery of my family.My gaze moved to the corner of the screen, the footage was two d
~Skai The gatekeeper rushed in, his face scrunched like a sponge, eyes opened widely as if he had just received the most shocking news of his life, panting lightly as if he had run a 400m race. His gatekeeper is more like a guard – built, muscular with broad shoulders, unlike the regular gatekeepers. I guess he just chooses any of his capable men to control the gate. A small white envelope rested in his hand – his grip not too tightened or loosened as though he wanted to dispose of it and simultaneously needed to show someone one. Giovanni shuffles in between his general living room and the personal. He hates people getting too much into his private space. “Boss”. His breath was ragged and uneven. “What's it?” He looked in his direction, his eyebrows raised in question.“I found this letter at the gate, boss.” He took a step forward, handing him the letter.Giovanni flipped the letter over, and his nightmare caught up with him. Luca. His name was engraved at the front of the