LOGINAMY'S POVThe first thing I heard when I woke up was the beeping sound from my phone.Who could be calling me at this time?I sprouted up, picked my device up and looked at my screen. “Enzo?” What the fuck? My gaze stopped at the wall clock hanging on the other end and I confirmed the time. “Why the fuck?” In a rush, I hurried to the bathroom to pee. After which I rushed back into the space.But now, the call ended.What next?Wasn't it too early to wake Antonio who may be sleeping? It was only seven o'clock. Too early. Right about the time I used to wake when I was sold to Antonio. “Shit. Shit.” Which one do I do?I walked around, pacing with thoughts.Then I thought to myself, go to Antonio's room.In a moment, I
ANTONIO'S POV“We haven't had the chance to talk.”I got home about an hour ago from the office. Changed into something after a bath and busied myself with good food. And now, here was I - in the room Amy slept in, ready for a conversation.“Good evening.” She looked up, dumped her phone and continued. “Yes, you've been busy with work since last weekend. Today is”“Our free day.”She ignored the phone completely, adjusting as she got up so that she could sit on the bed. “Take a seat, Antonio.” She offered me the couch I accepted almost immediately. “There's nothing much to discuss. Especially the one that happened at the mall. You know of it already.”“Yes, how could I forget that?”“You were really good with that
ENZO'S POVAs I dialed the number, I turned on my speaker.“It's ringing.” We both confirmed.And so we waited, hoping it'll go through.It did, halfway, by ringing. Things can only be complete when the call is taken. When?“Hello, there. This is Rose.”“Ah, hello, Rose. Almost thought it was the wrong number you gave to me.”“Huh?” She sounded confused. “Who is this?”“Enzo Marino. Remember? The man from the shopping mall. We met there last week Saturday. I would have called you before now but I have been so busy with work.”“Ohhh. Mr. Marino—” She cried from her end. “Took you long enough to reach out to me. Almost thought I lost you, babe.”&
ENZO'S POVTalk of the devil. Or was this a fucking dream? “Boss.” Silvio called, shifting closer to me. “I think that's our target. What a coincidence.” He moved away and I looked at him, nodding. A coincidence, hmm. Nature somehow made this happen. It knew I was innocent and needed to have a way - the upper hand. That's what it has done this. She was more stunning, in person. Straight legs. Beautiful skin and a pretty eyes. But what do I need those for? They mean nothing to me. All I wanted to do was get at my brother and that was all I would do. “Boss. What's the plan?” Oh. The plan was very simple. I abandoned the cart and moved after signaling to Silvio to not come with me. It was something I knew I could do on my own. “Hello, beautiful.” I stopped when I was close to her. “Did you come to shop?” Instantly, she lifted her gaze. Fixed it on me and burst into laughter. “Is that supposed to be a joke, sir?” She looked around before facing me again. “What did everyone here
ANTONIO'S POVAccording to Frank, it was this weekend. This weekend when my brother will be present. There was nothing on earth that gave me so much joy than knowing our time has come. “Are you nervous?” She looked at me from across the table. “I don't think I am, Antonio. But that's a normal thing to feel, isn't it?” She asked with a smile as she picked a nut from the plate. “I'm alright, Antonio. You don't have to worry, mm?” She put that nut in her mouth before asking. “Frank. Do you trust him very well to relay correct information? I need to know what you think.” That was a good question. More than a good question, even. I thought about it. “Trust is a strong word, Amy. That's not something I can use for a man like Frank. He's betraying his own boss for me - it's not like he works for me and is there to spy. He works for that bastard and is spying on him. That's so much and I can't trust such person.” “Right.” Another nut in her mouth. “Thank you, and why do you even ask, A
ENZO'S POVWHAT THE FUCK? “Come, Silvio.” I commanded. The man caught up with me in seconds. “What do you see?” I asked, handing the phone over to him. “Do you see what I saw just now, Silvio?” “Y—yes.” He snatched the phone, moped at the screen before moping at me. “That's his woman. She's probably the owner of the phone, boss.” He seemed excited. “Look! The answer came to us on its own.” He looked around, relaxed on the car as he let out a sigh. “What do we do now?” What do we do? I was going to come down to that. But before we got down to that, what was on my screen? When did my brother become so in love to the point of uploading photos of him and a bitch? A bitch I was going to have to myself one way or the other. My gaze did not leave the screen - not for a moment. “Wow.” I mouthed at some point. “Antonio doesn't know what he's done to himself by uploading these photos.” “Right, boss.” After a long while of staring, I looked at him. “You know his handle. Check and do your
Antonio's POVThe rat didn't show up to the meeting place.I watched my men running around, scouring the entire abandoned casino looking for him. I had brought three of them with me—a minimum number. Ordinarily, I would have preferred to come by myself, but I always had to come with backup when mee
Antonio's POVI replayed the video over and over again until I thought my head was going to explode. Night came, and I was still looking at it. It took a lot to break a man like Carlos, but if anyone was going to get there, it would be that twisted brother of mine. My fingers clenched and unclenche
Amy's POVHe ducked down his chin, rubbing it between his fingers as though oh so deeply in thought. "I'm curious too," he said, partially trailing away from a question. "How did he react when he knew you were coming here?" he pressed, eyes suddenly tipped up and bulging with amused curiosity.I fo
Amy's POVThe iron gates of Enzo’s estate groaned open. My feet shifted back and forth, fingers curling and uncurling around each other, all to distract myself from the inevitable as the wheels of the car drove me past the gate. One of Enzo's men stared straight at me in the backseat. I gulped, clu







