Nora’s POV.
“Wow!! So, Nora can shed tears? I didn’t know stones have begun to have feelings. This is just wow!!” Lorenzo tormented with a sinister smile on his lips, his eyes flickering with amusement. He kept on rambling, but my mind was too occupied for my brain to accommodate whatever he was saying. I was devastated, sad and feeling lost. Watching Liam walk away from me made me realize something – the pain my victims’ families felt when they lost their loved ones. I felt my heart being ripped apart- as if a part of me had left me. I didn’t make a sound, I just stood fixated at the point, my eyes looking in the direction of where Liam had gone, with tears streaming down my eyes. Lorenzo’s laughter pierced through my grief – sharp, loud and mocking. “Don’t tell me the Ice Queen has melted for a man who didn’t even know who you really are?” he snorted. Wiping away my tears with the back of my palm, I slowly turned to face him, my face a mask of calculated coldness. Cold, dark and dangerous. In the blink of an eye, Lorenzo’s mocking smile vanished, and I could see fear glistening in his eyes. “You think this is funny? You think this is amusing?” I asked as I slowly edged towards him, my voice low and sharp like a blade. I saw him swallow hard, but he quickly masked his fear with a smirk. “Yes, it is, Nora. It’s amusing, really. Karma, served with a garnish of heartbreak” he said to me, leaning in, with a grin on his face. “What do you think your father would do if he finds out? Or have you forgotten rule No. 2 - Never fall in love?” Lorenzo’s words pierced through my heart, like a needle. No, I didn’t forget – I never did. My father’s words were always tattooed on my soul – long before I even fell in love. But I couldn’t explain how I fell in love ...... how I broke the rule – for Liam. “Do you think your father would spare him? Do you think he would live to see the next day?” Lorenzo’s firm voice, which was laced with venom asked but behind his firm voice, I could hear it – the trembling edge of fear. I refused to be broken- to be intimidated. I had been suffocated by my father my whole life and his dogs wanted to do so too? Hell, no. I wasn’t going to give room for that. I took a step forward- then another. “Go. Go ahead and tell him” I said with my lips parted open, and a bitter laugh escaped. “What?” he asked astonished, his lips trembling in shock at my unexpected response. “You want to tell him, right? Go ahead and do so. You think I would get on my knees and beg you not to?” I chuckled, my eyes tilting with anger. “Hell no!! Have you forgotten who I am? I am the Mafia Queen!! One who makes men tremble!!” I took another bold step forward, my arms wrapped around my chest. “I was born in blood, Lorenzo. I was raised by a tyrant, and I have taken down men who were more powerful than you”. “Have you forgotten I took the life of my own mother? Now, listen and listen well. You see that man that just left” I said, pointing in the direction of where Liam had gone, my voice low and laced with deadly promises. “He is my everything and I would do anything ...... I mean anything, to protect him. If my father touches a strand of Liam’s hair, I will remind him why he trained me to be the monster I am” I growled, each word sharp enough to draw blood. Lorenzo stood frozen – he didn’t move. The muscle in his jaw twitched and he blinked his eyes repeatedly in fear. His fists were clenched by his sides, his eyes were screaming venom, but he couldn’t even touch a strand of my hair. He was dressed up in fear and every breath he took was shallow. I caught a glimpse of his trembling legs, but he quickly covered it up by clearing his throat and raising his shoulders up. “Are you saying you don’t fear your father anymore?” his cracked voice managed to ask. “Yes, I don’t anymore. So, go ahead. Run to him. Whisper my secrets and deliver my warnings to him" I leaned in, with a dangerous smile on my face. Lorenzo didn't speak - couldn't. The silence between us grew thicker and heavier. I stared defiantly at him, daring him to utter a word if he had the gut. "You're going to regret this" Lorenzo painfully said, as he turned around and walked away in defeat. But the anger in me couldn't let me watch him walk just like that. I needed someone to pour my transgression on and Lorenzo was just the perfect fit. "You know what Lorenzo, I changed my mind" I said, making Lorenzo halt in his steps. I wanted to spare him before but I wasn't going to anymore. He slowly turned around, with confusion hitched on his face. "I am sorry but you won't be able to deliver my messages to my father. Secure a space for me in hell!!" with that, I pulled out my gun from my back pocket and pulled the trigger. "Gbam!!" a loud thud echoed in the hallway and it was Lorenzo's body that had collided with the cold floor. He was a betrayer anyway and he deserved to die. He was meant to dine and wine with his dead master in hell. I was damn done living my life for others - it was time for me to love and be loved. It was time for me to take control of my life and be free from my father's cage. Liam was the one who made me realize the essence of life - made me know, feel and understand what it meant to be loved. The one who added the strange, yet familiar word 'love' to my dictionary. I wasn't ready to lose him and I was ready to go to any length just to keep him by my side - even if it meant going against my father. I walked away from the bloody scene, ready to go after the man who gave me another reason to live - which is to love.Nora’s POV I drove straight to Liam’s apartment, my fingers trembling as I repeatedly dialed his line, hoping he would pick but he didn’t. Fear of what he might do to himself, how disdainful he would be feeling due to the truth he had learnt gripped me. “What if this changes everything between us? What if he decides not to see me again? What if this breaks him completely?” those what-ifs enveloped my mind as I drove, with fear of uncertainty gripping my heart and glistening in my eyes. Eventually I got to his apartment, but he was nowhere to be found. I knocked desperately on his door repeatedly, hoping he would come out to me, but he didn’t. I peeped into his living room through the front window, hoping I would catch a glimpse of him but everywhere was claimed by darkness. It was then it hit me – that he wasn’t at home. I would have gone in, but I wasn’t with my spare key. “Where could he have gone? Why is he not home? Is he in danger? Did he...... hurt himself?” I thought, t
Nora’s POV I stirred – and everything felt warm, too warm for me to be outside in the cold. I felt something warm under me; a blanket was nestled around my shoulders. I flung my eyes open, only to find myself in Liam’s bedroom – tucked in on his bed to be precise. It took me some minutes to figure out how I got to where I was. My head was banging, and my body was aching, but I managed to sit up, holding the bed frame for support. “Liam” his name came to my mind, as I wondered where he could be. I looked around the room hoping I would catch a glimpse of him, but I didn’t. “Has he left me again? Has he finally abandoned me now?” my mind raced and not minding how weak and tired I was, I rose to my feet, ready to go in search of him. I staggered towards the door and just as I was about to get a hold of the doorknob, the door flung open, revealing Liam, who was holding a mug of warm coffee. His eyes lit in surprise the moment he saw me. Carefully placing the mug he was holding in
Nora’s POV I spent that day at Liam’s place, taking my time to explain to him my journey from childhood to adulthood. I also made sure to switch off my phone so as to prevent my father's men from tracking me to Liam's abode. “You really passed through all this? You saw your mother die right in front of you? That must have been so hard on you” Liam, who was lying on the bed with my head rested on his chest whispered, his voice laced with sorrow and disbelief. “Yes, It .... really was. It was really hard on me that most of the times, I wanted to cry and make my sadness known, but I never had the chance to. My father saw tears, love and fear as weaknesses and I wasn't allowed to neither feel nor express any of those". "Living with my father as a child was ....... really terrifying that I had wished I died alongside my mother that night. I went to bed each night, praying that I shouldn't live to see the next day but God never listened to my prayers. Maybe because ..... I have so much
Nora's POV. Those days I spent at Liam's place were everything - they were heavenly and I felt they shouldn't end. I spent up to a week at Liam's place, taking the break I had longed been due for. I never had it at the back of my mind to go back home until Liam brought it up. "Babe, you have spent five days here without going home. Don't you think we are attracting danger to ourselves? What if your father finds out you are here? Won't he be furious?" Liam's concerned voice queried. "I don't care about him, he can do whatever he wants. I feel at peace here and this is what I need right now. I will go back home but it would be at my own convenient time. Or is it that you don't like the fact that I am here? Am I inconveniencing you?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed. "You know that's not what I mean babe. Remember we have a plan right? For us to carry out our plan successfully, you have to keep on deceiving your father that you are his puppet he has always known. You changing
Nora’s POV His eyes widened in shock- just for a second. He was intently staring at me as if he was trying to figure out what the hell had come over me and my gaze never wavered. I was defiantly staring right back at him, as if daring him to say a word if he had the nerve– something I had never done before. Not even when my mother was on the verge of death. He hadn’t expected that – I mean none of the people present had expected such a response from me. Every one of them was stunned into still silence – injured Alaric wasn’t left behind. But just as quickly as it came, my father’s astonishment vanished. He cleared his throat, straightened his shoulders and put on the dreadful mask he had always worn his entire life. I had expected him to lash out at me or even worse, hit me like he had always done, but he did neither of those. He turned away from me, facing his soldiers. “Take him to his room and tell Vannessa to come over” he instructed coldly, before walking away as
Nora’s POV Dad rose to his feet, walking over to his liquor cabinet with his puppets hovering around him like fools. “You’ve got some guts now, and I love that,” he said, holding the glass of liquor Alaric had poured for him. “But guts don’t win—strategy and ruthlessness do,” he continued, sipping his liquor. “Then, you should be restless.” I said, rising to my feet and walking to where he was. I hijacked the glass of liquor from him and raised a toast before taking a sip. “Because, I have got both”. He giggled, trying his best to hide his anxiety, but no matter how hard he tried, I could see it in his eyes - how much he feared his empire crumbling. “Well, let’s see if you can survive all alone in the jungle” he scoffed, taking his glass of liquor back. “Cheers to the Tigress’ adventure” he raised the glass in my direction, like a silent and mocking toast. I rolled my eyes in disgust, walking back to my seat. “Enough of the chit-chat. Tell me why you called me here” I requ
Nora’s POV That morning, he had called for me and as usual, I headed to his study room knowing fully well why he had called – another mission awaited me. But I noticed something strange as soon as I entered the room. His soldiers were always around him wherever he was, but that day, they were all out of sight. It was just the two of us – two sworn enemies who lived under the same roof, waiting for the perfect time to strike each other. Immediately, I sensed something was wrong. “He never dismissed his shadows – they were always around him like loyal dogs. But why today? What could he be up to?” I ruminated, scrutinizing him with my eyes, trying to see if I could figure anything out. “Come over here and have your seat” Dad’s voice interrupted my thought, momentarily pulling me out of my doubt. I made my way to where he was seated and sat on the chair opposite him. “You have a new mission, but since you have established the rule of you knowing why your victims must die before
Nora’s POV “You have seven days .... just seven days to kill that man and afterwards kill yourself. That’s the only thing you can do to uphold your honor after you die” he made known, grabbing his box of cigarettes and relaxing in his chair as if nothing had happened. He lit the cigarette, stuck it between his lips, before puffing out smoke. I just stared at him – at the man who called himself my father. The man who didn’t hesitate to sentence his own daughter to death. He had always caused me nothing but pain since my childhood. He never made me feel at peace, he never cared about how I felt– all he cared about was himself, his gang and his empire which I planned on turning to ashes in his lifetime. He always made me feel love was a weakness, but he was wrong. Falling in love with Liam didn’t make me weak – it made me human. It made me realize there was another reason to live apart from bloodshed. But that man sitting in front of me, wouldn’t understand that. I wasn’t goin
Nora’s POV. “What do you mean his corpse disappeared?” I asked, my heart beating heavily in my chest. “That day seven months ago after you left the hospital, one of the nurses reported Liam’s body missing. At first, I didn’t believe it until I confirmed it myself. There were no traces of forced entry into the morgue, the security footage was wiped off- nothing" she explained, her eyes widened. Gone? Liam’s body is gone? What the hell is going on? Who could have taken his body away? Could it be ....... “Are you sure it wasn’t my father?” I asked, as he was the only suspect I had in mind. Liam never had friends, talk more of having beef with anyone.“No, he isn’t the one” Vanessa confidently said. “Why? Why do you think he isn’t the culprit? What makes you so confident?” I asked, staring at her intently. “Because he is also in search of the body” she announced. “What are you talking about?” I asked, astonished. “The day after his body disappeared, your father and his men
Nora’s POV. I stepped back, shaking my head slowly. “No, Vanessa. That’s not possible. How can I be pregnant?” “I swear Nora, the result confirmed that you were. When you collapsed that day upon hearing about Liam’s demise, I ran some tests on you since you complained to me about having abdominal pains. And when the results of the tests came, it was confirmed that you were pregnant” I snorted, shaking my head. “I still can’t wrap my head around this. Okay, let’s agree I am pregnant like you said, so where is the baby? Where is the baby bump?” I asked in a low voice. “That’s exactly what I don’t understand too. Maybe you miscarried while you were locked up in that cell. Did you at any point in time bleed?” Vanessa asked, my hands held in hers. I slowly wrung my hands out of hers, pacing up and down the room, with my hand rested on my forehead. I thought about it- those days I spent in the dungeon, did I bleed? Then it hit me. Come to think of it, it had been months
Nora’s POV. “No....” my breath hitched, shaking my head. “I will marry anyone of your choice except for him”. “You will, darling” my father replied, his voice as sharp as a blade. “It’s not like he loves you, but his grandmother chose you and he had no other option than to agree”. “His grandmother chose me? Why would she do that? I haven't even met her before. So, why me?” I asked, perturbed. My father rose to his feet, walking round the cell. “Well, I have no idea. I am only acting upon her request” he replied nonchalantly. “You are just acting on her request? So, you are telling me to marry a man I do not love – someone I have not seen before? Can’t you just say no?” I asked, my calm voice now slowly turning into a volcano. “Love? You don’t have to love someone before you marry them. Sometimes, you don’t realize you love someone until you marry them and start to share the same bed with them. So, my dear daughter, you will grow to love him.” I stared at him in total disbe
Nora’s POV. I could hear it – those heavy footsteps of his. They were distinct and I could identify them among thousands of footsteps. “Why is he coming to see me now? Is it time for me to die now?” I thought, dragging my weak body up from the floor where I had lain. Each of his footsteps created a terror within me. It seemed like as each day passed in that dungeon I was locked in, my rebellion slowly diminished – replaced by the fear I once had for him. I saw his shadow slowly approaching, stretching across the hallway like a warning. The closer he neared, the more the memories I had tried so hard to bury rushed to me – the first time I held a gun, the day he made me kill my mother, the time he laughed while I cried and the day, he made me choose between love and my loyalty for him. I backed away reflexively, my hands trembling beside me. I hid myself in the corner of the room, my eyes turned away from the iron rods and fixed on the walls before me. I didn’t want to see h
Nora’s POV. My eyes flung open to find myself behind bars – the same bars my father always locked me in as a child whenever I got on his nerves. There was a basement in our house, where he built a cage that felt like an actual cell in the police station. It was mine and my mother’s torture room, where we were told to reflect on our mistakes wherever we offended him. I had always obeyed his orders, just so I wouldn’t end up in that room again, but there I was - not knowing for how long I would be there. I tried to move- to sit up, but I was too weak to do so. Painfully, I forced myself to sit up and rested my back on the wall. Even though I was trapped and was in pain, I was still worried about Liam. “What would happen to his body? Will Vanessa be able to give him a befitting burial on my behalf?” I was worried because I knew I wouldn’t be getting out of that prison anytime soon. I dragged myself to the iron bars, banging on it with the hope that the noise would attract any
Nora’s POV My eyes fluttered open to meet with a dim, sterile light. The smell of drugs and antiseptic filled my nostrils, making me slowly become aware of where I was. I was lying on the hospital bed, putting on the usual patient gown and I could feel the weight of the blanket tucked firmly around me. I looked beside me only to find a beeping monitor and IV line taped to my skin. I managed to get myself to sit up. I felt a slight headache as I tried remembering how I had gotten there. And then, that dreadful memory came. “Liam” I whispered, as my eyes widened in shock. My hands trembled, and I hurried to my feet, yanking the IV line taped to my skin. Barefooted, I rushed to the door, wanting to go in search of Liam. I flung the door open, only to reveal Vanessa who was standing in front of me. “Nora, where are you off to? When did you wake up?” she asked out of concern, her eyes fixed on me. I was less concerned about how worried she was, all I wanted to know was where he
Nora’s POV “Shot him? What the hell did you make me do?!!” I screamed, letting go of my hold on his shirt and pushing him out of my way. He staggered, but he was quick enough to steady his stand before he could fall. “Sir!” I heard his men shout, rushing to him like loyal dogs wagging their tails at their owners. Breathing heavily with tears streaming down my eyes, I rushed to where Liam’s lifeless body was. I knelt beside him, hurriedly tearing the polythene his face was covered with. As I did, I was praying silently – hoping it wasn’t Liam, hoping that I was being pranked. My hands shook as I ripped the plastic bag away from his face. There he was – pale, still, bloodied with pain etched on his face. My hands grabbed his cheeks, patting them with my trembling hands as I tried jolting him awake. A loud scream of pain which almost tore my lungs apart erupted from my mouth. “Liam! Liam, please wake up. Don’t do this to me. I beg of you” I cried, my tears dropping on
Nora’s POV “Who is dying this time around?” I pondered, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Just then, my mind trailed to Liam. “Liam” I muttered underneath my breath, my breath hitched in my throat as I ravaged through my bag and got a hold of my phone. With fear of the unknown gripping my heart tightly, I dialed Liam’s line, wanting to ensure he was fine, but he didn't pick. I called him repeatedly, but he still didn't pick up and that got me more terrified. Realizing he might be the one being held captive in the Judgement room, I dropped my bag and took to my heels - running to the execution room as if my life depended on it. I immediately forgot the pain I was feeling and all that was on my mind at that moment was to ensure Liam was okay. I was terrified at the thought that he might be in there. “What if he has been shot dead before I get there?” This thought crossed my mind and I increased my pace, not minding the pain I was feeling in my lower abdomen. Just a few steps aw
Nora’s POV “You have seven days .... just seven days to kill that man and afterwards kill yourself. That’s the only thing you can do to uphold your honor after you die” he made known, grabbing his box of cigarettes and relaxing in his chair as if nothing had happened. He lit the cigarette, stuck it between his lips, before puffing out smoke. I just stared at him – at the man who called himself my father. The man who didn’t hesitate to sentence his own daughter to death. He had always caused me nothing but pain since my childhood. He never made me feel at peace, he never cared about how I felt– all he cared about was himself, his gang and his empire which I planned on turning to ashes in his lifetime. He always made me feel love was a weakness, but he was wrong. Falling in love with Liam didn’t make me weak – it made me human. It made me realize there was another reason to live apart from bloodshed. But that man sitting in front of me, wouldn’t understand that. I wasn’t goin