“That’s what you call capture?! Where did you put the fucking wire I gave you? In your ass?” Commissioner Wilson shouted, making Isaac roll his eyes.
“If you are incompetent and cannot capture the evidence you prepared yourself, then it is not my problem.” he sighed “I could have ended up with a bullet in my head if that piece of junk of yours had let out one last hiss, but you’re not listening to me talk shit, are you?”
“Listen here, you son of a bitch…”
“Calm down, Greg. The boy has a point. Don't forget he is our best tool right now. None of the others managed to approach the Greco’s as successfully as he did.” Wilson’s right-hand man, Detective Holloway, interceded “Relax a little. What we captured was enough evidenc
If Millicent had known those three days of workshopping for Austin's team would be so tiring, she would have tried harder to keep Austin around and forced him to act as a leader, rather than running away and leaving all the responsibilities on her shoulders.“Gosh…” she sighed as she finally sank into an armchair in the anteroom of the company auditorium. On the other side of the wall where she was leaning, the last lecture of the day had ended and now the entire team was free to talk and enjoy the buffet she had hired for that occasion. Well, at least they all looked happy and excited, ready to go back to work full steam ahead the next day. It made Millicent feel like all that effort had been worth it.“If you ever ask me to help you with something like that again…” Cassie, who was already leaning back in an armchair on her side, mumbled “Our friendship is over. And I don't care if it counts in my time bank. I would a million times rather spend all night working for Mr. Davis than ru
“And then, just when I was really starting to believe we had lost all of the film's footage, my assistant managed to find a single backup saved on one of the editors' computers.” the young man in front of Millicent concluded his story with a relieved sigh, almost as if he was reliving that moment “That saved my ass. I could never redo the filming with that first budget Mrs. Poulin gave me.”Millicent was relieved to be able to smile at that moment, as it helped her suppress a yawn. It wasn't like poor Mr. Lloyd was extremely boring or anything. He was a dedicated apprentice to Laura and a film director who was shooting his third independent film. His humor was pleasant and he had even insisted that she just call him Albert. Under other circumstances, she would have been more interested in hearing him talk about all this. But, God, she was so, so tired... After days of preparing for the workshop, she had still spent more time there, talking to Laura's partners as they left one after the
For a second, the two remained frozen there, facing each other. Isaac looking shocked, while Millicent felt her head almost hurt from the amount of thoughts that occurred to her in the space of a second. Was this what it felt like to have an epiphany? Feeling like a multitude of loose pieces in your brain had finally connected and formed a complete picture? Something she had never thought about before, but suddenly seemed obvious?All that time lamenting the fact Austin had become a different person than he showed in those letters, and now…“Isaac.” she called out to him again, her tone becoming urgent “Answer me.”“I don't know what you're talking about.” Isaac spoke, but it sounded so artificial and untrue that Millicent didn't even mind the coldness in his voice “Whatever happened to you, Austin and those letters, is in the past. Forget it.”“I... I always wondered what could have happened to make Austin so different in person than he was in those letters, but... I didn't allow myse
Isaac had been in sticky situations before. Situations where coming out with just a broken arm or a few cuts was an advantage.But at that moment, as Millicent stared at him with outrage and hurt in her big green eyes, he felt a strange kind of nervousness that he had never experienced before. He had even driven her to his apartment, hoping that maybe some quiet time would relax her a little, but… From the look on her face, they were going to have a long night ahead. And not in a good way.“Are you finally going to start talking?” she asked, her voice low and as threatening as Millicent could be “Or am I going to have to get this out of you?”“How exactly do you plan to do this? Maybe I'll end up liking it...'' He gave her his best seductive smile, but even though her cheeks gained a little color, she remained stern.“I'm going to get really mad if you keep treating this like a joke, Carnby.” she grunted, her shoulders slowly lowering, as if his attempt to ease the tension had only s
“I thought Austin had no interest in being my pen pal.” Millicent snorted, her tone annoyed as if she was irritated even by Austin's past self "He decided to interfere just to keep you from having a single friend?"“Austin might be lazy, but he was never stupid.” Isaac sighed “He always knew he would have to obey Evan's orders and fulfill his role as your long-distance friend, even though it took you three years to return to America. When the rumor started going around High Society that Massimo and his family were going back to their mansion in New York, Austin finally decided to do his homework and read some of the letters you sent me. I tried to trick him, but… I wasn't very successful.” “Trick him?” Millicent asked and, only then, did Isaac realize he had blurted out more than he should have “What do you mean?”“I… I didn't want him to find out about how close we were. I didn’t want him to know you had become my best friend.” Isaac grumbled, but left out the main part.Even though
It had only been a little over a week since Isaac had laid his hands on Millicent, but even so, he felt like a man trapped in a desert, thirsty for any drop of water he could get. Despite all the desire and need he had contained within himself while she was mad at him, not even Isaac himself had any idea he was about to lose control like that. His arms seemed to have a mind of their own as he carried Millicent to the bedroom. Their tongues were intertwined as they kissed and his hands were filled with her ass, feeling her move her hips toward his erection, aching and still hidden in his pants. But even so, that didn't seem to be enough. The walk to the bed suddenly felt too long, too long to wait, especially when Millicent was moaning against his mouth, looking as needy as he did.“Isaac…” Millicent panted in his ear when, instead of wasting any more time walking over to that useless bed, Isaac sat her down on the dining table, letting her breathe a little while he kissed her neck, e
Evan and Florence’s parties always tended to be exaggerated and bordered on megalomania. But there was something more to this one in particular. They had invited every person who was part of or close to High Society, including those who had no relevance to their business with the Bianchi, so their ballroom was as absurdly crowded as ever. However, everything, from the decor to the nearby string quartet playing, seemed too expensive and refined, even by their standards. Not that Millicent thought it was a mere coincidence, however. It was a message.“Continue supporting my son in his goals and we offer all this fortune to you.” That was what Evan and Florence wanted to make clear to everyone there, even without words. The facade that relations between the Bianchi and Carnbys had continued even after the engagement party scandal fooled no one. Everyone knew Austin's stay at her father's company and that contract with Evan were just a time bomb waiting to explode. Regardless of how good
At first, Millicent's eyes needed some time to adjust to the darkness, which caused her steps to be slower than she intended. However, Isaac didn't seem to mind. He followed before her, descending the stairs with his arm outstretched as if to stop something on the sloping ceiling from reaching her. Fortunately, the stairs weren't as long as the darkness made them seem and, with just a few steps, Millicent felt the ground continue beneath her feet again.“Where are we exactly?” She looked around, only managing to make out the silhouette of some things and other objects scattered around, dimly lit by the moonlight coming from above.“It’s a… Waiting room, so to speak.” he said, an audible smile in his voice as he took just a few steps away from her, walking somewhere in that room.Until a diffuse light came on and Millicent realized that they were in the Carnby basement, a place full of junk and poorly closed boxes covered in dust.“I’m sorry for the bad first impression.” Isaac snorted
“So when exactly are you going to finish babysitting your boyfriend?” Laura snorted, her voice sounding almost like a hiss on the other end of the line “I have important things to discuss with you and your father.”“I’m sure you do.” Millie laughed, pausing to take a sip of her coffee “So, it looks like Emma really is willing to pitch in now, doesn’t it?”“Oh, of course she is.” even though they were miles apart, Millicent knew her aunt was rolling her eyes just by her tone of voice "She wouldn't let go of the opportunity to end everything her half-sister had built through the mafia. And she would also never allow her long-awaited victory to be tarnished by the news of the appearance of her illegitimate daughter." “Dad commented that she still seems to be acting emotional around you…”“Don’t be fooled by that old fox’s acting.” Laura scolded, clearly uncomfortable "She doesn't care about anything or anyone but herself. She's just trying to act sorry to make sure I didn't open my mout
Hello everyone! First of all, I want to apologize for the last two days without any chapters. I had another emergency due to my father's health, but luckily things are calmer now. Hopefully, I'll be able to post the new chapter in a few hours
Isaac hated hospitals. That smell of antiseptic and metal seemed capable of permeating his skin and Isaac could recognize it anywhere. Even in moments like that, when his eyes were so heavy they seemed to never want to open again, he was able to recognize where he was just by that terrible smell. He had stopped in hospital rooms several times throughout his life and, usually, it was an indication that he hadn't been careful enough. What had it been that time? His head was hurting too much for him to remember, but Isaac still struggled. There was pain, his face wet from something hot that was probably blood, and the loud sound of metal… Just like when he had almost died when his car's brakes were cut when he was 18.So, Evan had managed to get him into a hospital bed again. How predictable. He had been more creative before.A soft sob from his side made something inside his chest flutter. Which was ridiculous, because it wasn't like Vincent or Dominic would cry if they came to visit.
Sometimes, Isaac missed how his life was half a year ago.It was equally terrible, of course, but at least he wasn't so aware of it. He could fill his days thinking only about revenge and living as if the only truly functional organ in his body was his brain. But now, here he was, haggard and miserable, only because the rusty thing inside his chest had decided to work. At least, before returning to America, he didn't miss anyone or suffer from the same loneliness that had accompanied him since his birth.Now, even in moments like this, when he should have been focused only on his plans, all he could think about was Millicent.With a heavy sigh, Isaac took a step towards the underground parking lot of his building when the elevator doors opened. That day was being especially difficult because he still hadn't managed to shake off the tension from the previous afternoon, when Dominic had almost ruined everything by allowing Millicent to overhear part of their argument. At least, she didn
Millicent had spent almost the entire day on the phone without actually speaking. She had dialed the same number over and over again, with adequate intervals between calls, of course. She wanted information, not to be a nuisance. However, as her time at the office drew to a close, she was ready to give up for another hour and get ready to leave, until, to her shock, that last call finally went through."Hello, Mrs. Bianchi. I was hoping you'd call again. I'm sorry we didn't answer sooner.""Don't be sorry, Tyler. You shouldn't worry about anything other than your mother right now." Millicent responded to the youngest Davis son, a boy she knew was the same age and attended the same school as Alessandro “I just wanted to know how your mother's condition is."“She’s… Stable now.” Her heart sank at the way he avoided using the word 'fine' "She woke up for a while this afternoon and managed to eat, but... She's still very much in shock. She even asked if everything that happened on Sunday
Silence took over the room for a moment, so deep that Millicent could swear she could hear everyone's heartbeat there. Just like her face was at that moment, everyone had expressions of shock, worry and expectation, as they waited for Emma’s reaction…With the exception of Massimo, who has a huge Machiavellian smile on his face.Emma's response, however, was probably nothing like either of them expected. First, her face filled with shock and terror, which was certainly quite predictable. But instead of starting to scream and deny, as Millicent thought she would, Emma remained silent, as gradually the horror on her face gave way to anger, then shame, sadness and, finally, resignation.“So…” Emma’s voice trembled, just a ghost compared to how she was acting a moment ago. “It’s really you, isn’t it?”“What did you give me?” Laura sneered, indifferently.“You… You still look like him.” Emma said that with her eyes focused solely on her own hands, nervously twisting the skirt of her dress
"Massimo, if we're going to do this, then I think you should at least try to hide your mocking smile. I don't think anyone will have any doubt that our intentions are not good if they see you entering my mother's house." Dante sighed, straightening up in the seat of the limo they were all in, clearly nervous."What are you talking about? That's my normal face." Massimo shrugged, that smile only widening “Can’t a man be in a good mood anymore?”“You don’t even know what Laura’s plans are for tonight, Massimo.” Alice lightly elbowed him, "She's not necessarily going to make a fuss or embarrass Emma. If you're expecting a show, you might end up disappointed."“Well, I could certainly use some entertainment, but I don’t care.” "I would love to see Emma's expression when she finds out that we all know she has her own illegitimate child, but just being able to walk through her house tonight and look into her face knowing that is enough."“I just hope that whatever Laura is planning really co
"Why did you come back?" Millicent questioned, frustrated "You clearly left not only your name and your life, but also your entire past behind. Anyone can see that you got the happy life you wanted, alongside your husband. So... Why now? If you didn't come back for so many years, even knowing the kind of person you had left Isaac alone with... What changed?"“I always wanted to go back for Isaac.” she stated, shrinking "But... Circumstances were never favorable enough... Until he became an adult and it seemed to be too late. But, I never left him helpless. Neither he nor my brother." Imogen chewed on her lower lip "I shouldn't have been surprised that Vincent suspected I was alive. He was always good at seeing more than other people were capable of. That was one of the reasons I left Isaac. I knew his uncle would protect him, especially after he turned 18. I just didn't expect Vince to involve him in his damn revenge plans!" Imogen growled "He should have left Isaac alone! Help him go
“You can start talking.” Millicent snapped, after several minutes had passed, lengthening that terribly uncomfortable silence between them “That's what you came here for, isn't it?”"Yes, I..." Imogen's voice shook, almost breaking "It's just... I think I spent too much time trying to forget the past. Talking about it isn't as simple as opening your mouth and letting the words come out." She massaged her own throat for a moment, as if it were actually a physical pain “How much… How much do you know about what my life was like, when I was still Imogen Carnby?”“I know what your son and your brother told me.” Millie sighed "I know your relationship with your father wasn't good and your marriage with Evan was terrible. But, I still don't think that justifies it..." “Terrible is quite a kind word for my situation at that time.” Imogen interrupted, with a dark smile "It's not like I blame Vincent for not knowing how to tell my side of the story properly. He was preoccupied with his own pro