LOGINManuel, a tactical billionaire with an ugly past now known as Donald along side his brother Miguel, a ruthless member of a mafia group now known as Mike are out to seek revenge on Mr Delmont the man who took the lives of their parents when they were just boys. Everything seems to be going according to plan until Donald meets a captivating woman, Rebecca at the bar. Rebecca is gentle, kind, and everything he never knew he needed. But she’s hiding something. Everyone is. She seems to have a normal life with a hunting past of an abusive father and a mother she loves so dearly. She seems like an open book. Donald falls in love too quickly. In their quest for revenge, something is not adding up. There is a rat amongst them and it could be the calmest person in the room. In a world driven by secrets, lies and betrayal. Would Rebecca choose loyalty to her bloodline or the man she has grown to love deeply.
View MoreDonald’s POVI can't shake off the eerry feeling when i walk in through the alley. It's quiet and empty. The only street light available flashes on and off. I slow my pace, one hand already inside my jacket, my fingers brush the cold metal of my gun.Something’s off.Then I see her.Rebecca stands halfway down the alley, framed by the yellow glow of a dying bulb. Her coat is too thin for the cold; her hair clings to her face. She’s holding a folder tight against her chest like it’s shielding her from the cold. Tears run down her cheeks.“Rebecca!,” I yell, and before I can stop myself, I’m walking toward her.She looks up, as if she didn’t believe I would actually come.“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I shouldn’t have called you.”I stop a few feet away. “You said you needed help.”She nods, trembling. “I do. But you have to sign this first.”Her hands shake as she lifts the folder toward me. “If you don’t… you can’t leave, Donald. Please. Just sign it.”The air suddenly feels contamin
Twelve days later.It’s been a week since the break-up. The house feels calmer even lonely, even though it’s never been a noisy place. I keep the television on sometimes just so the silence doesn’t swallow me whole.Tomorrow is the operation. Two months of planning, thirty years of waiting, and decades of grief will end in a few hours.This is it.The sting of the evening air hits my face as I push open the balcony door. The sky is a fading blue, purple and grey. I’m still in the same plaid shirt I’ve worn all day, sleeves rolled up, my collar is damp with sweat.I can’t tell if the heat is from the weather or from my nerves.My hands grip the rail. From up here I can see the city stretching. , the roads running like veins. Somewhere out there, Delmont is breathing, planning, unaware that the people he buried are coming for him.“This is for you, Mum,” I whisper.“For you, Dad.”The words feel heavy on my tongue, almost foreign. I’ve said them a hundred times in my head, but tonight t
Rebecca POV The second time I open my eyes, I feel a lot better. The hospital is filled with beeping noises and that smell of disinfectant. My body feels sore. Mum is still seated. It’s like she didn’t move. “Becky” she says lightly. “How are you?” I sit up slowly. Cupping my head with my hand. “What…what happened” I ask. “Oh Becky” she says “you got run over by a car and hit your head hard” I sit for while trying to process the information. Then I remember. The noise from the car just before it hit me. “Mum… promise me you won’t tell Donald about….” I gesture to my stomach. “Why honey…?” She says. Rubbing my arms. Look of worry plastered on her face. “and why didn’t you tell me?” “Mum…” I sob “Sssh” you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want too. “Donald is far dangerous than I thought…he’s involved in terrible things and he used me mum” a tear rolls down my face. She brushes it away gently. “It’s okay, darling…don’t talk about it…” She p
Mikes POV I couldn’t be more happier about the news. Donald looks like he’s heart has been ripped into pieces. Though he’s trying to hide it. He will get over it. But for now, we have business to take care of. When I walk into the room. Bianca is by the doorway. Holding a mug and blowing into it. She’s wearing a white robe. She doesn’t look up when I walk in. “You don’t trust me do you?” She asks without looking up. “I don’t trust anyone B” I say tossing my car keys on the couch. She’s silent. She stirs the tea around with the spoon. I watch her. I can hear the metal clicking against the ceramic. “It’s funny because I don’t trust you too, but here I am” I say nothing. “You might not understand the weight of what I just did” she says finally. “An agent doesn’t turn on a mission. Not unless she’s ready to be buried by the people she worked for. But I did. I didn’t just cross a line, Mike, I burned the map.”She looks at me now, her fingers tightening around the mug and the
Rebecca’s pov. I did not tell anyone I was coming to meet father. And now that I am standing at the door before I push the door open, I am second guessing my decision. He’s voice over the phone shook me in ways I can’t explain. I could barely sleep at night. when I finally drift off to sleep, I w
Mikes POV The ware house, smells like rusted metal, the place is cold even though it’s summer. I walk in first and feel the tension before I even open my mouth. Half the crew is already here Aaron, Luca, Rafi, and Bones leaning against the wall like he’s still pissed I disappeared for two w
Olivia’s pov. When I walk in to Rebecca’s living room, the house is quiet, I am a bit tensed because over the phone she sounded like someone who had been crying her eyes out. “Rebecccaaa” I call out. Dumping the groceries she had asked me to buy on my way here. “mummm” she calls out “I am upsta
Rebecca’s POV It’s tommorow already, I am so tensed I leave the house before six. I am putting on a hoody sweater and joggers, the hood over my head. The sky is a bright red, and outside is a bit chilly. Thankful for what I had on, but it doesn’t shield me from the tightness in my chest. The walk


















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