MasukTWO
MAXIMILIAN POV “The Guns lands tonight boss, and The Red Hand cartels are planning on attacking us tonight and stealing from us, what do we do boss?” Marco my second in command turns to me, his eyes are filled with panic, despite the tattoos covering half of his face, he always looked up to me for advice Are you really doubting the Boss tonight Marco” Javier said next to him with a charismatic smile, my late best friend's son, I had taken him up as a mentee as I was forty years old with no son or heir, I was going to pick him as my heir to the Black viper cartel when the time comes, but of course I wouldn't tell him that, I wanted to watch him first, see how he acted and adopted to the mafia world, it was not all fun and games, it was a dangerous world. But the name Maximilian sent shivers down the spines of men, when they heard about the Black Viper cartel, men cowered in fear, it was thanks to my great-grandfather, he had started the cartel and my father was to take over but after my mother's death, I was trained to take over the cartel and so was my younger brother. He was probably a better candidate than me, he was 39 with a full-grown son already, an heir and he had a wife and a family, the cartel respected family and that's one thing I didn't have since my ex-wife left me out of fear of the cartel. “We attack at midnight, grab all the available men, and place them at all entrances of the shipping docks, I will be there to count the goods myself,” I say sipping my bourbon My eyes move to behind them while they discuss between themselves, a woman walks through the doors, her eyes panicking, she looks young, maybe 25, she looks homeless and innocent, her black hair cascades down her back, her blue piercing eyes moving around the room, she spots the stripper on the pole dancing and moving audaciously, she shivers moving to the attention of the manager. My eyes can't help but follow her curvy body, even in jeans they still moved something in me. “Who are you staring at like a love-stricken puppy?” Javier says turning around to spot the woman My hand lands on his shoulder in a hot slap, and he winches, “Who are you calling a puppy?” I raise a brow at him. Marco laughs, mocking Javier, these were the only two people who saw this playful part of me, I trusted no one else. “Let us go it is almost midnight,” I tell both men standing up, at the same time all around the room about ten other men dressed in black stand up, ready to follow me. I catch the shocked look on the unknown woman's face, her eyes move around the room landing on my brown ones, and for the first time in decades, my heart pumps loudly at the site of her staring at me, her lips slightly parted, but she immediately looks away, following the manager into the back room. I frown, feeling a type of way, I hope he doesn't plan on making her climb one of those poles, nobody should see her half-naked, and nobody should see her dancing. “Except it's for you” My brain rings at me but I remove the thoughts walking out of the room with my men, a few SUVs park in front of us, and I easily slip inside. My feet tap on the leather-covered floors nervously, not because of the gunfight we might have in a few minutes, I've done it a thousand times, shoot bullets into people, fight men, and even in fighting rings but at the thought of that unknown woman climbing a pole for men tonight. I automatically felt possessive over her and I didn't like it, I haven't felt like this since-” I halt my thoughts grabbing my phone and pulling out the manager's number. “The woman who you just took in, let her work the bar and not the poles” I send the message immediately. It would confuse him but I didn't give a fuck, that woman was mine and I was going to get her one way or the other. The car came to a stop in front of the docking yard, I pulled out my gun clicking on the revolver, we walked into the yard and it was quite void of anyone except two men near a large crate. “Maximilian” the French man sends me a charming smile, “I didn't realize you would be coming to see this shipment yourself” he laughs but the night is silent. “Open it,” I say my voice deep, my fingers gripping my gun tightly. His eyes move nervously to my hands, “fine fine” he nods at the other man and they open the crate, before I can step forward to see the goods a whizzing sound moves past my ears landing in between the French man's forehead and he falls to the floor with a thud, shock coursing through me.Melody’s POVThe corridor back to my room felt colder than usual.It was not the kind of cold that comes from air-conditioning, but the kind that seeps into you slowly and personally.Every step resounded way too loudly, as if the walls themselves were listening.I passed the nurses’ station, nodded when one of them called my name, and smiled the way I’d learned to , small, polite,and empty. The kind of smile that convinced people you were a very nice person.Inside, my pulse was trembling.When I reached my room, I shut the door and leaned back against it, breathing in the faint smell of bleach and flowers. Someone had replaced the vase on the table with fresh lilies again. I used to like their scent, but now it only made my stomach twist.She wanted me to kill the child.No, wanted wasn’t even the right word. She’d said it so casually, like she was asking me to help rearrange the furniture in his mind. I mean I had attempted to do it before but I landed in this hospital, if I did i
Melody’s POVIt had been three days since the last session.Three long, quiet days where the hospital walls seemed absolutely no different to me.I’d counted the hours on the clock, the minutes ticking by like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to me.Something in me had changed since that talk with Dr. Halpern.I couldn’t explain it, not even to myself.It wasn’t fear exactly, more like the faint vibration that lingers after lightning strikes nearby, the kind you feel under your skin long after the thunder fades.No one had called me in since then.The world outside my window moved without me. I wondered if Max ever thought about me when he looked up.Then I reminded myself he didn’t and that reminder burned less each day.I tried to read, but the words slipped apart in my mind. I tried to sleep, but my dreams came loud and broken, all mirrors and reminding me of painful memories.By the fourth morning, I’d begun to think they’d forgotten about me entirely.That was when the knock came.
Maximilian’s POVThe rain hadn’t stopped since morning.It had a rhythm of its own, it was soft, relentless, the kind that reminded me of the first time she came into my life. I stood by the window, watching the city dissolve behind the curtain of silver drizzle, the glow of traffic lights bleeding through it like fading embers.She was still asleep.For a long time, I didn’t move. There was something about the way she slept that quieted everything in me. The small rise and fall of her chest, the way one hand always reached out for the space beside her as if making sure I was still there.I’d spent half the night watching her, rehearsing what I would say if she asked about the call.But she hadn’t.And that was both a relief and a knife twisting quietly beneath my ribs. I knew that she was listening on me. I turned away from the window and picked up my phone from the table. The message thread was still open, the florist confirming the final order. I scrolled down, checking every det
Gianna’s POVThe morning light in the penthouse was pale and gentle, the kind that slid in quietly through the tall windows and kissed the floors. I stood barefoot in the kitchen, the hem of my silk robe brushing my ankles as I stirred the pot in front of me.The scent of warm tomatoes and basil filled the air. I didn’t usually cook, the staff always did, and Max preferred me to rest but I wanted to do this myself today. Maybe because I needed to feel useful. Maybe because the silence had become too heavy lately, and I thought a small act of care might soften it.I wanted him to come home to something warm. To me, waiting with a smile, pretending that nothing between us had changed.The doctor had said I was early in the pregnancy, that I needed more rest, less worry. He didn’t say how to stop the worry. It was everywhere, the taste of morning tea, in the rhythm of the clock, in the empty chair across from mine at breakfast.Max had gone before dawn again. No note. No call. The habit
Melody’s POVWhen the car stopped, the air that met me was too clean, and too cold. The faint scent of disinfectant clung to my coat as I stepped inside. A nurse led me down the long corridor, white walls, humming lights, everything bright enough to sting the eyes.“Dr. Halpern would like to see you before you rest,” she said.Of course he would.His office door was half-open. I heard the rustle of papers, the careful, deliberate click of his pen before he looked up.“Melody.” Her smile was the same practiced calm I had seen a hundred times. “You did well today.”I didn’t answer right away. I stood by the door, waiting for something else, some official phrase, maybe a mention of discharge. Instead, she gestured for me to sit.“You kept your composure,” she continued. “No incident. No visible distress. That must have been… difficult.”“It wasn’t,” I said, though the words came out too flat.She watched me a little too long, then leaned forward, elbows on his desk. “You see, that’s what
Melody’s POV The murmurs faded when he arrived. Even without looking, I felt the hush that always followed max. He walked beside Gianna, with one hand at the small of her back as if the world itself needed reminding she was fragile. The gesture was practiced, gentle, and it made my chest ache in a way I didn’t expect. Gianna’s black veil brushed her cheeks when the wind shifted. She looked up at him, and he bent slightly, saying something only she could hear. Whatever it was drew a faint smile from her, and it made me feel so damn pissed off. I stayed where I was, just a few paces from the grave. The attendant hovered near me, ready to intervene if I so much as swayed. I didn’t. I watched instead, watched the way max’s coat moved, the way he refused to look in my direction even once. When the priest closed his book, people began to leave in small clusters. I waited until he and Gianna passed near. Her hand rested on his arm; their steps matched perfectly. “Max” My voice surpris







