ANTONIOTick! Tock! Tick! Tock!The sound of the clock by the wall strolls over the silence that surrounds the room.My gun was printed at Rivera's head and I was about to shoot her point-blank in the head.But I could no longer do it.What she said caught my attention and for a moment, I paused.My gun was still in the air, pointing straight at her.“What did you just say?” I shouted at her.She kept mute.“I'm talking to you, speak!” I repeated in a louder tone.“If you want to hear more and I mean more, more than you think you know, I demand just two things,” she said in a shaky voice.The fear of her losing her life right in front of me must have withered her long-accumulated courage.She looked so weak but Rivera was the type that always had something to give.Even though I had a gun pointed to her head, I am not surprised she is thinking of buying her way out.She is built in that way. This is why everyone hires her.I scoffed. “What are your demands?”“Half a billion USD and yo
ANTONIOBlood!Rivera’s blood flowed all over the room.I maintained my stance. My mind is alert.“The Portuguese are here,” I thought.They have eventually come to take her life as a traitor that she is.Or so I thought.I notice a figure lurking in the shadows just at the corner of the room where the gunshot came from.I held my gun pointed in that direction with a mix of fright and anger.“Show yourself.”The figure walked out slowly and I was ready to shoot at any sight of Portuguese.Who I saw made me lower my gun at an instant.It was Don Vito.Don Vito himself shot Rivera with his rifle.“Don.”I put my gun back.“I was told she is giving you a lot of trouble. Why were you wasting time, Antonio?”“You growing soft?” Don Vito asked as he kicked Rivera’s body.“Never. My heart remains strong and solid, Don,” I answered with boldness.“But when did you get here?”He smiled. “Some minutes ago. You were taking a lot of time. So what was she discussing with you before I wasted her? A
MIRANDAI pant heavily.“Where the heck is Antonio?”There is a stranger in the house and I am at the risk of being seen or worse enough, killed.He doesn’t look like a nice person and I am not sure even Xander was in his right mind bringing him upstairs.What on earth is he thinking?I had shut the door back and placed my ears close to the door to listen more to the conversation that ensued between them.“Where is Don Vito?” the strange man asked.“I have told you several times. Mr. Dante lives alone with his men. What more do you want me to tell you?”I peeped through the keyhole to see them standing not far from the room.I kept looking till I noticed something.The strange man had a gun pointed at Xander. He was holding it in a lower position.So no one would suspect, I believe.Ahah! I knew it.Xander can’t be so stupid as to bring a total stranger upstairs.There was nothing I could do other than call Antonio.I dialed his number immediately.“Antonio,” I whispered.All to make
ANTONIO’S POVThe only thing that keeps me going at this point is my unborn child.I don’t think I would be the same if I ever lost my child.All these years……Finding my sister’s killer all to no results……Living aloneHaving no one to tend to my sorrows and painI struggled and kept it all bottled in till it became my motivation and strength to keep moving.And as it stands now, I have something to live for.To fight for. To die for.Even though it is in the belly of this bitch I took as a wife, I still cherish the life living inside her.My son or my daughter, oh no, I am pretty sure it’s a boy.It has to be a boy.And I would have him succeed me, my empire. Everything I have built shall be his.He shall be the next mafia king. I and Vito would have been long gone dead.Even Vito’s bastard son won’t be able to stand him!My thoughts collapsed right in front of me when I received Miranda’s call.Her shaky voice on the phone got me a bit tensed and all I kept thinking of was how I wo
DON VITOI don't want to believe what he is telling me!I don't want to.Antonio wants me to keep my location hidden from my bastard son, Jordan.That boy has been nothing but useful to me.He doesn't know anybody.He doesn't have anybody.His mother is out there having coitus with every Dick and Harry on the streets.What a bitch!If what Antonio says about Jordan is true, I'd behead him myself.Working with the Portuguese?How will those wreckers have gotten to him?The same trash I took from his mother and turned him into something useful.I have my doubts.But mafia overall.Mafia is blood.Mafia is family.I want to believe Antonio's information is correct.Else, this might cause a big quarrel between us.I am beginning to think otherwise.Some hours ago, Antonio and Rivera were in that safe house alone.I'm pretty sure she fed him all of these.She poisoned his brains and now he is probably just blabbing nonsense.Maybe this was her plan.To get him to think against everyone aro
MIRANDAIf fear was a personality, I would be the perfect body to describe it.My eyes weren't settled as I kept looking everywhere in the hotel room.Eager to take to my heels at the slightest sign of danger.What the heck have I just gotten myself to?Violence left and right.We finally left the prison called a mansion and now we are in this hotel room.I’m left with the instructions to keep quiet and not to make any unnecessary sounds till the end of the day.For God's sake, I have a baby inside of me.How am I supposed to live like this?Someone please explain to me, how?I still haven't gotten the shocking scene of Antonio shooting the man like an animal right in front of me.The scenes replay in my head every time I close my eyes.You just wonder why my eyes are everywhere thenWell, this is the reason.I can't even close them. I can't.What I see in that darkness is terrible and unbearable.Not only the sight of blood.Not only the sight of dead bodiesBut freakishly, memories
MIRANDAIt was a heavy fall.My body is on the ground and my vision becoming blurry by the second.“Sorry ma'am,” the attendant helped me to my feet.“How in heavens did you get in?” I blurted out in anger.Then another fading voice answered.“I'm sorry but we had to find our way in with a spare key. We only do this in times of emergency,” the voice answered.Looking to her side was a creepy-looking dude dressed in a white and blue uniform.The security guard, he must be.He happens to be walking away after talking.She then took me to the bed and gave me water to drink.I didn't know she was actually an attendant.You can't blame me. With everything that is happening, one needs to be extra vigilant.“I'm sorry I didn't respond quickly. I thought it was an……”“It's fine ma'am. But sorry to ask, are you pregnant?”Why would she ask that?Has it become obvious?Nope. I stylishly stared at my belly to see if it was already getting bigger but there was nothing of such.I tried to dodge th
MIRANDA“Wake up, Miranda.”“Miranda! Miranda!! Wake up.”I heard a voice call out my name in a sharp tone.The voice came repeatedly in my ears as I struggled to blink my eyes and eventually keep my eyes open.I woke up to the face of Antonio staring at me. His hands were placed on his chin and his face looked pale.“For a strong man that I am, I have to say this you are beginning to scare me.”“For how long will you keep having blackouts? Is this because of the pregnancy?” Antonio asked.I lay there in silence clueless of what to say to Antonio.I was having a migraine. It wasn’t just that. I couldn’t feel my legs. Even my hands became heavy to lift at the time.Antonio’s gaze got me scared.I looked away and around trying to catch a glimpse of where I was.The last thing I remember was me sending that lady attendant out of the room stylishly and avoiding her annoying questions and unnecessary gestures.Then I remember Paulo.His name rang in my head as I recall trying to ignore his