Ice"Damn it! How can I fucking call you if you change your fucking number?""I'm sorry I panic. I found out that one of my brother's partners is looking for me. I read my brother's message that I should hide very well if I want to live longer. I shouldn't trust you because the person that my brother was talking to is none other than your boss. But in a second thought, maybe if he finds out that you were helping me, he will surely be mad at you. So I decided to tell you. Because whether you like it or not, you have to help me."I close my eyes in frustration. This girl knows how to stir up my anger. Every fiber wanted to kill her in this instance. If she's not innocent, And not until she gave me the files that I needed could I do anything."So, are you going to help me? Because I can't stay any longer in your dormitory. There are so many people you know, the chances of someone recognizing me are higher if I stay there. I don't want to take the risk."For a second, I thought that she w
IceThe time I landed in Italy, Josephine, one of my friends, and an agent slash mafia mole like me welcomed me outside the airport."Damn Ice, you look hotter than the last time I saw you!"I shook my head. Her long straight hair was in a ponytail, she was wearing fitted high-waisted black leggings, and her top was a jacket. She's a black American, yet she grew up here. Like me, she's a good agent as well. More action than talking like me; that's why we've been friends. I guess the same feathers flock together."So what are you going to do here, knowing that the person you were looking for is not here?"I sigh; maybe Ryan should inform her already."Ryan told me everything. Are you ok?"I roll my eyes."What exactly does that bastard say? Ugh, let me guess?"I raise my eyebrow as I ask that.Jo laughed. "Don't laugh; whatever he says is just a part of his stupid imagination. I have a girl, yes, but she's not Candy anymore,and I tell you this, she'll never be.""It sounds intriguing
Ice"She's just a friend, baby. I promise that nothing is between us."I heard the other side sigh. Indicate that she's maybe super mad or doesn't care about it."You don't have to explain. I don't care anyway. I just want you to ask your sister to go home. I know that you sent her here. She's maybe busy at school, and asking her to be here is too much."I sigh... "Okay, if you want to send my sister home, maybe send a professional guard or someone?"I said in determine. Though I know that she would be furious, I know it's out of my league, but I can't help thinking that maybe Axel visited her and she fell for that man more. Damn! I don't want to think anymore."What the hell are you thinking, Ice? That's absorb! You're neither my boyfriend nor my friend. So why would I allow you to do that?"I tilt my head, and Jo shouts again that the food is getting cold if I don't come down. And I feel worse every time Maxi hears that."Damn it, Ice! Send your sister home now or else!""Fine, I
MaxiI feel like freedom after Hazel goes. I left alone, so I immediately dove into my room.This is the first time that I have stayed in this apartment and felt freedom, because since the first day, if it was not Ice, Hazel would come to visit me. Like, what the heck... Aren't they having other things to do in their lives?But after how many hours of laying in bed? I find it hard to sleep. So I stand up to make some milk or something that could make me feel sleepy. But I stop for a moment when I hear someone walking downstairs.Is there possibly someone sneaking inside my apartment? I walk very slowly to hide at the back of my door and grab something that I can use to protect myself. Although I know how to fight, I am not sure if I can survive if there are more than one. I'm still a girl, and if it's a robber or some bad guy who's for sure looking for me,.Wait? What if it is indeed one of my father's minions? What would I do?I shook my head... I have to fight for my freedom, ugh. I
(Three months later) Moxie I tilt my head, my eyes obscured by a piece of fabric. I won't deny it, I'm frightened. But I need to stay focused. Being the daughter of a mafia boss, fear should not be part of my vocabulary. I can sense danger lurking around every corner! I was born resilient; fear has no place in me. I attempt to remove the blindfold by moving my eyes. The stench of the place suggests it's far from pleasant. I'm seated on a hard wooden chair. If this were to be my last day on earth, I should probably start praying to God, Allah, or whatever deity people believe in. For heaven's sake, I've been kidnapped; survival is uncertain. However, the discomfort of the chair I'm sitting on is currently my primary annoyance. I was immobilized, bound tightly. Whoever was responsible for this clearly knew me well. The smell suggested I was in a dimly lit, squalid place, akin to a beggar's dwelling, if I had to guess. After successfully removing the blindfold, I quickly scanned
MoxieI sing along at the top of my lungs with the music inside the car that I just stole. a few hours ago.Yes, I know how to carjack. I'm not a mafia boss's daughter for no reason. Stealing something was easy peasy for me.My guards? I easily escape from them. As of now? I'm pretty sure I was over a hundred kilometers away from them.However, my heart is still beating so fast. I usually escape through them, but this is the first time I've done this with no plans of returning.I took a glance at my suitcase, where some clothes were. cash that I had to withdraw almost every day since I couldn't just withdraw it once. I'm sure my father would suspect me if I did that. So I just withdrew maybe more than the usual amount of money I use to shop almost every day. For that, my dad would just think that it's my escape from the stress I've been experiencing. Since learning about the arranged marriage my dad made with the wealthiest son he knows, my dad is certain that I simply double-shopped
Ice, The night was shrouded in darkness as I hid inside an old building, clutching one of my deadly baby bolt-action sniper rifles. My sights were trained on the figures below, engaged in an illicit negotiation in the depths of the dark alley. This syndicate was a notorious gang, untouchable by the law due to their corrupt connections. It was a rare opportunity to witness one of their members involved in such an illegal transaction in all my years as an assassin, hunting down criminals across the globe. However, this time, I hesitated. Why? Because the man I was about to eliminate was none other than Mr. Alvin Barton, the father of my soon-to-be wife, Candice. She possessed captivating chocolate-colored eyes and a smile that radiated innocence. The conflicting emotions surged within me as I grappled with the decision to fulfill my duty or spare him for the sake of Candice. I still vividly recall Candice's initial rudeness towards me when we first crossed paths as children. Despite
Moxie, I couldn't quite comprehend why, but I found myself incredibly drawn to his mysterious forest-like eyes. It was completely out of character for me to feel this way about a random stranger. There was something undeniably captivating about him that I couldn't ignore. I'm not easily swayed by people, but he had a magnetic pull that stirred emotions I hadn't felt with anyone else. His Italian accent seemed to penetrate deep within me, creating a desire that left me feeling vulnerable, even though he hadn't done anything to provoke it. I knew I should stay away from him. Getting any closer would inevitably lead to disaster. Yet, in his presence, I found myself losing all inhibitions. Just by looking at him, all my worries and concerns seemed to fade away. Suddenly, a thunderclap echoed through the sky, illuminating his features more clearly in the dark road. It was as if the universe was emphasizing our connection, intensifying my interest in him. As the rain began to fall, we bo