Margarita looked out at the moon, standing next to the fountain. The breeze played with her long curls, emphasizing the coldness. She was not expecting her dad to reveal the situation like this. She heard the footsteps approaching in her direction, and she was not willing to talk to anyone right now. She rushed towards the garden, thinking she could hide. âMargarita,â a voice brushed in her ears, and the goosebumps started to crawl out from her skin. She didnât turn because she knew she would look weak and vulnerable in front of Samson. Margaritaâs fingers tightened around the edge of her dress, her knuckles turning white. She could sense Samsonâs presence behind her, the weight of his gaze, the unspoken words that hung in the air between them. But she remained committed, determined to protect herself from the pain that had once shattered her world. âI know... I have never missed an opportunity to hurt you, but we both know how much...â Samson whispered close to her ear; she turned
Three of them went inside. Samson could feel the resilience aura coming his way from Mateo. His presence might have been accepted by the Italian don but by the brother of Margarita Costello.The room was filled with a tense silence as Deckerâs sharp gaze fell on Samson, his expression unreadable. Mateo stood by, observing the interaction between the two men.âSamson,â Deckerâs voice was steady, his tone devoid of any warmth.âHow are you now?ââI am... better,â Decker gestured toward a chair, indicating for Samson to sit. As they settled around a table, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation.âMateo, could you please call everyone? Our friend here came to have dinner with us,â Decker instructed, his eyes never leaving Samson.Mateo nodded and left the room, leaving Samson and Decker alone for a moment. The silence was tangible, and Samson could feel the weight of Deckerâs scrutiny on him.The silence filled with the click of glass when Decker poured whiskey into two glasses and dr
Masterâs cold eyes flickered with intense emotion. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced, and recounted his side of the story.âIt all started when you shot Elijah, leaving him to die.â That sight was still crisp in Masterâs mind, watching his son bathed in his own blood pool.Masterâs voice was low and filled with bitterness.He paused for a moment, his gaze distant as he relived the memories of that fateful day. âElijahâs condition only fueled my rage further. He was left paralyzed, and I couldnât bear to see my son suffer like that.ââThe pain of watching our son consumed my wife, and she chose to die by taking her life. I lost everything that day, and the pain consumed me because of you.â Masterâs eyes didnât flicker from Deckerâs face.âI wanted revenge, and I wanted Decker to suffer as I had suffered. So, I searched for the worst criminals, those who would carry out my bidding without question. Thatâs when I found Vasco Ivankov and helped him establish the Spanish
In a quiet corner of the room, Adele and Elijah sat closely together. Both of them were old, and time had carved its marks on their faces, but their eyes held the same warmth and love that had bound them together for decades. Adele looked at Elijah with concern, her heart aching for the man she once loved deeply.âYou look beautiful,â Elijah stammered.Adele smiled thinly and shook her head, withering away the worries about what was happening outside.âIs this because of the bullet in your spine?â Adele asked gently, her voice barely above a whisper.Elijah nodded slowly, his lips twisted in pain as he struggled to speak. âYes,â he uttered. âI got punished for what I did.âTears welled up in Adeleâs eyes as she reached out and cupped Elijahâs hand in her own. âNo, Elijah,â she said, her voice filled with emotion. âYou didnât deserve this. You were caught in the crossfire, and it was never your fault.âElijah drooled, and Adele picked to wipe his face.âIs he handsome enough?â He chuck
The thick scarlet liquid dripped from the on the wooden floor, slithering down at the Masterâs shoe. He finished, placed his cigar back on the ashtray, and looked sideways to see the lifeless body of Capo on his patio. His face twisted in disgust and anger. He looked at the man who had once been his friend, his ally, but was now nothing more than a hindrance to his plans. âYour blood stains my patio, making it dirty,â he muttered, his voice cold and devoid of any remorse.âI thought your son was better than you, but these Costello bitches always win the men with their charm,â he greeted, his teeth watching over Elijah as he made his way to the patio.âDonât look at me like this,â Master rolled his eyes, watching Elijahâs judgemental eyes.Capoâs phone started to buzz on the coffee table, displaying the name âSamsonâ on the screen, but Master didnât bother to pick up. He threw the phone aside, frustrated by the turn of events. His plan to defeat Decker and take control of the underworl
The room was shrouded in darkness, the heavy curtains drawn tightly shut, blocking any sliver of light from the outside world. The only source of illumination was a single dim lamp perched on the edge of the heavy wooden desk. Its soft glow created dancing shadows on the walls, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the room.Capo sat there, a solitary figure amidst the darkness, his face partially concealed by the shadows. The lamp cast a faint light on his troubled expression, revealing the lines of sorrow etched on his face. His eyes, filled with a mixture of grief and determination, remained fixed on a picture of his beloved son, Aslan, which lay on the desk before him, his handsome face smiling back at him, and tears welled up in his eyes.âIâm so sorry, my boy,â Capo whispered, his voice choked with emotion. âI never got the chance to tell you the truth. I wanted to explain why I punished your mother. Why I had to make the choices I did.âHis mind drifted back to the painful memories
The morning sun gently streamed through the curtains, waking Sarah from her restless slumber. As she opened her eyes, she saw Margi sitting beside her, her face filled with concern.âHey,â Margi said softly, âHow are you feeling?âSarah mustered a weak smile. âBetter, I guess. Thanks for taking care of me.âMargi nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of everything that had transpired. âOf course, Sarah. Iâll always be here for you.âTears welled up in Sarahâs eyes as she looked at Margi. âIâm so sorry, Margi. I never meant for any of this to happen.âMargi reached out and gently squeezed Sarahâs hand. âItâs not your fault, Sarah. None of us could have foreseen any of this.âSarahâs voice quivered as she spoke, âWill you ever be able to forgive Dominic?âMargi looked at her friend, unsure if she could ever find it in her heart to forgive the man who had caused her so much pain. âI... I donât know if I can forgive him,â she admitted, her voice filled with uncertainty and vulnerability
Margi looked down at her trembling hands, her dress stained with blood and dirt. One part of her heart was relieved. Sarah is safe and under the doctorâs observation. Her mind drifted back to that horrifying day when she witnessed her brother Ethanâs tragic end. The image of him being engulfed by bullets haunted her, and her own screams echoed in her ears. She felt the guilt creeping in, wondering why it was always her loved ones who suffered while she managed to survive.Aslanâs face flashed before her eyes, his hazel eyes filled with love and happiness just hours before his life was taken from him. The memory of his gentle smile and the promise of a new life together crushed her heart. She couldnât bear the thought that she was with him in his last moments, and yet she couldnât save him.âWhy does it always have to be them? Why canât I protect the ones I love?â Margi whispered to herself, her voice filled with desperation.Amid her thoughts, Antonio extended a glass of water towards
The road ahead seemed uncertain and dark. The headlights of the car cut through the night, illuminating the winding path before them, but it did little to dispel the heaviness in their hearts.In the silence of the car, broken only by the sound of the engine and the soft hum of tires on the road, Margi and Sarah couldnât help but contemplate the shattered trust that lay between them and Dominic.Margi skimmed in her direction and knew how the pain etched on Sarahâs face. The dry tears and blank eyes were a reflection of the shattered trust that mirrored her own feelings. Looking at Sarah, Margi saw a reflection of her own heartache, and she knew that they both shared a similar pain.âDo you love him?â Margi asked, her voice soft and understanding, knowing the weight of that question.Sarah hesitated for a moment, her lower lip trembling with fear of revealing the truth. She squeezed her eyes and swallowed the truth without uttering them in words.Margi knew the ache of loving someone