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
MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POVI scowled angrily as I walked out of the cell. The guy I had been mercilessly torturing for the past three days was refusing to let out any information. It was beginning to get frustratingly annoying.I wiped the blood on my hands with a wet towel, dumping it into a nearby bin as I got out of the base.I quickly got into the driver's seat of my Bugatti Veyron and drove over to the nearest café. I needed to clear my hazy mind over a steaming cup of coffee, and maybe think of new torture methods while I was at it.My heart skipped a beat when I noticed the booth on my far right.It couldn't be, could it?What the hell was Renée doing here in Madrid?She wasn't alone though, she was with her bodyguard boyfriend and...Delilah?Why the hell were those three laughing like old friends catching up after being apart for a really long time?I studied my ex-wife carefully.Her dirty blonde hair had grown longer and fuller. Her face glowed like never before. Her spark
MADRID, SPAIN: 3RD PERSON'S POVMr. Rodríguez (Charlie's dad) and his lovely wife were relaxing in the Jacuzzi of their new residence in Madrid. Anytime the younger ones took over the mafia, the parents moved out of the base so the young ones could fully run the mafia."Mr. Rodríguez, your son and the family's lawyer are here to see you." The butler stated when he finally found Mr. Rodríguez."Charlie?" Mr. Rodríguez asked in disbelief."No, Samuel." Mrs. Rodríguez countered sarcastically. "Who else is your son?"'What the hell is that poor excuse of a son doing here?' Mr. Rodríguez thought.He and Charlie never got along ever since the divorce. He was very disappointed in his son for ruining the merge he had worked so hard for."Where are they?" He asked the waiting butler.He was still trying to predict what Charlie could possibly want."They're in the living room, Mr. Rodríguez." The butler replied then politely excused himself.Both Mr. and Mrs. Rodríguez got out of the jacuzzi, c
MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POVIt had been three months since Ren and I got back together in marriage. She had gotten over Liam. A little bit.But during those three months she refused to utter a single word to me. It was like I didn't exist in her life. It was really frustrating and annoying, but after I sucked up my pride and gave her a heart-warming apology, she slowly began to forgive me.Right now, I was currently in a cell, torturing the same guy I had been torturing the day I saw Ren at the café with Delilah. He still proved stubborn in revealing vital information.What the hell was I doing wrong?"Why won't you talk, bastard?!" I spat in his face, but he just gave me a blank look as always."Why the bloody fuck are you screaming?" Mi esposa asked, entering the cell.She must have just got back from England where she was dealing with some stuff I didn't give a fuck about. We agreed to rule our respective mafias without interference from the other although both mafias were merged