PHILIPPINES, PRIVATE ISLAND: CHARLIE’S POVI didn’t know why exactly, but I suddenly felt like going for a swim in the ocean. I half ran into the closet to put on a pair of swimming trunks. After, I ran back downstairs in the direction of the beach.I was stopped mid-way by a maid.“The lady said to let you know that she’s gone for a swim.” She breathed. I gave her a nod and continued what I was doing before she interrupted me.I’d really love to see what type of swimsuit mi esposa wore, so I quickened my pace. When I got to the beach she was already in the water so I dived in with a huge splash that sent water flying in every direction.“Typical Mateo! Always wanting to make the whole world know that he has arrived.” Mi esposa stated with a shake of her head.Wait, what did she just call me?“Mateo?” I asked, liking the way it rolled of her tongue.“Yeah! Mateo! If you don’t like it I can stick to Charlie.” She replied nonchalantly as she began to play with a gold coloured fish that
PHILIPPINES, PRIVATE ISLAND: RENÉE’S POVAs usual, I woke up this morning with my husband’s arm latched around my waist and his head buried in the crook of my neck.The only difference was that, this time we were face to face on the bed. I didn’t know exactly why but I was prompted to run my sharp nails lightly up and down his jawline. I smiled inwardly at the feeling of his slight stubble against my fingertips.Minutes later he began to stir and I quickly withdraw my hand. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.“Don’t stop, mi amor. I think I will love waking up to this every morning.” He spoke huskily as he smiled groggily at me.How did he not have morning breath?!“Why, your attention seeking whores can’t satisfy you with that?” I asked in slight amusement and begun to run my nails up and down his jaw again.“Mmm!” He let out a breathy moan, “Why, mi Amor? Are you jealous of my many fuck buddies?” He asked with his signature smirk plastered on his face.“Me? Jealous of your
PHILIPPINES, PRIVATE ISLAND: 3RD PERSON’S POVThe burly man walked quickly through hallways in search of the camera room. He finally found it on the third floor. He opened the door in a rush but he was disappointed to see a different guard.“Where’s Bret?” The burly man asked gruffly.The new guard looked at him with a bored expression. He didn’t know why, but he suddenly had the feeling that the man didn’t belong.“Who’s asking?” The new guard asked with a yawn. He was clearly bored from watching the screens all day. He would rather guard the island’s borders.“Mrs. Rodríguez’s bodyguard.” The burly man lied as he took out his fake ID from his back pocket.The guard looked at him with a raised eyebrow, it was very clear that the ID was fake. Plus, the guard knew that Mrs. Rodríguez’s bodyguard was British, and this burly guy’s accent was far from it.“Let me make a brief call, because I honestly don’t know.” The new guard replied, picking up his phone to call her actual bodyguard whi
UNKNOWN LOCATION: CHARLIE’S POVI furiously exited the mansion, heading for my jet. I had earlier called the pilot to land it right on the island.Who the fuck did Ren think she was? Some bloody angel? She was far from an angel. She was the devil’s incarnate.That bitch seriously had the nerve to say that she could never bare my presence. Ugh! I punched the jet in hurt, frustration and anger till I was satisfied with the blood smearing my knuckles.I heard a familiar voice scoff.I whipped my head in the direction to see Ren entering her jet. We made eye contact for a second, she scowled at me in disgust.She was disgusted? Well I was furious.I averted my sight from her direction and entered my jet. Leila was already there but she wasn’t alone.Great, just the distraction I needed.Ugh! That pathetic bodyguard was right.The jet landed safely in Mr. Taylor’s airport here in Madrid. I was supposed to arrive with Ren for the coronation so I decided to wait for her to arrive. I stood at
UNKNOWN LOCATION: RENÉE’S POVI was trying frantically to get to the surface all to no avail. My lungs were burning up due to the amount of water in them. I slowly began to give up the struggle as I gradually sunk into oblivion.This was it. Renée Elizabeth Taylor drowned somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Wow! What a great way to go down in the history books of the English mafia.I slowly gained consciousness, coughing and sneezing out water in surprise. I was alive? How was I alive? I squinted my salt filled eyes to see my bodyguard deep in thought with a single tear running down his face.“Li-Li-L-Liam?” I breathed.My lungs felt heavy, and I was having slight difficulty in breathing.“Renée, you’re alive!” He exclaimed, hugging me tightly.Whoa! I never expected this sudden display of affection from my bodyguard of all people.He quickly pulled away, making me almost scowl at the loss of body heat.“I’m sorry, Boss. I just thought I had failed you.” He clarified his actions awkwardly
UNKNOWN LOCATION: 3RD PERSON’S POVWord had spread fast about the missing English mafia Queen in the mafia. Enemies were alert, hoping to find her for their selfish gains, but there was one thing holding them back. How could they find her when they had no idea what she looked like?Meanwhile, the Spanish, English and Italian mafias had joined forces to search for the mafia Queen. They were instructed by their current Kings to find her at all cost.The Italian mafia was an ally of the English mafia so it was no trouble asking them to aid in the search. The Russian mafia also gave out some of their men as they were an ally of the Spanish mafia. The only difference between the Russian and Italian mafias was that, the Italians actually knew what the missing Queen looked like, as they were more family than an ally to the English mafia.Oceans were searched thoroughly, airports and islands were raided all to no avail.“We must find my daughter. I know without a doubt that she isn’t dead.” M
THE REMOTE ISLAND: RENÉE’S POVI let go of Calvin and run towards Liam. I narrowly dodged badly aimed bullets on the way. These shooters couldn’t possibly be in the mafia, their aim sucked. I grabbed Liam, dragging him with me as Calvin searched for a safe place to hide. Fighting back would be completely pointless, they had the upper hand.“In here.” Calvin pointed at a small opening in a mountain, running back to help me carry Liam’s heavy body.We safely made it into the opening. I dropped Liam’s body gently on the ground. I took in ragged breaths, I was exhausted from carrying such a heavy body.What did men in the mafia world eat? Blue whales?!“Liam! No, stay with me. Please, stay with me.” I tried to revive him as Calvin called for reinforcements with his phone.My half-brother was the one who found us. After all that I did to him, he still came for me. For that, I was eternally grateful.I couldn’t help but to wonder where Charlie was though.‘Stop thinking about that arsehole
LONDON, ENGLAND: RENÉE’S POVMy heels clicked loudly against the marble floors of the club, Liam following a few metres behind me.After the arsehole and I had the divorce the merge got destroyed, but the Spanish mafia remained an ally.My gang and the arsehole’s gang still hanged out as one, but during those hangouts I was out with my boyfriend and bodyguard, Liam Walker.I only hanged out with my gang, and occasionally Soledad, Mandy, Carlisle and Mike. But those were the times when the arsehole was too busy to join the fun. The bastard never tried to reach out to me, he never apologized for his actions, which pissed Mr. Rodríguez off even more.All eligible men Mr. Rodríguez picked to take over the Spanish mafia rejected the offer, because they were scared shit of that arsehole. What a bunch of pussies.Now back to why I was in a club. Ever since I took over as the Queen of the English mafia, my wild side began to grow. I had turned into a seduce and kill machine.Today in particu