The thick scarlet liquid dripped from the on the wooden floor, slithering down at the Master’s 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. “Your blood stains my patio, making it dirty,” he muttered, his voice cold and devoid of any remorse.“I thought your son was better than you, but these Costello bitches always win the men with their charm,” he greeted, his teeth watching over Elijah as he made his way to the patio.“Don’t look at me like this,” Master rolled his eyes, watching Elijah’s judgemental eyes.Capo’s phone started to buzz on the coffee table, displaying the name “Samson” on the screen, but Master didn’t 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
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.“You look beautiful,” Elijah stammered.Adele smiled thinly and shook her head, withering away the worries about what was happening outside.“Is this because of the bullet in your spine?” Adele asked gently, her voice barely above a whisper.Elijah nodded slowly, his lips twisted in pain as he struggled to speak. “Yes,” he uttered. “I got punished for what I did.”Tears welled up in Adele’s eyes as she reached out and cupped Elijah’s hand in her own. “No, Elijah,” she said, her voice filled with emotion. “You didn’t deserve this. You were caught in the crossfire, and it was never your fault.”Elijah drooled, and Adele picked to wipe his face.“Is he handsome enough?” He chuck
Master’s cold eyes flickered with intense emotion. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers interlaced, and recounted his side of the story.“It all started when you shot Elijah, leaving him to die.” That sight was still crisp in Master’s mind, watching his son bathed in his own blood pool.Master’s voice was low and filled with bitterness.He paused for a moment, his gaze distant as he relived the memories of that fateful day. “Elijah’s condition only fueled my rage further. He was left paralyzed, and I couldn’t bear to see my son suffer like that.”“The 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.” Master’s eyes didn’t flicker from Decker’s face.“I 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. That’s when I found Vasco Ivankov and helped him establish the Spanish
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 Decker’s sharp gaze fell on Samson, his expression unreadable. Mateo stood by, observing the interaction between the two men.“Samson,” Decker’s voice was steady, his tone devoid of any warmth.“How are you now?”“I am... better,” Decker gestured toward a chair, indicating for Samson to sit. As they settled around a table, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation.“Mateo, could you please call everyone? Our friend here came to have dinner with us,” 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 Decker’s scrutiny on him.The silence filled with the click of glass when Decker poured whiskey into two glasses and dr
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. “Margarita,” a voice brushed in her ears, and the goosebumps started to crawl out from her skin. She didn’t turn because she knew she would look weak and vulnerable in front of Samson. Margarita’s fingers tightened around the edge of her dress, her knuckles turning white. She could sense Samson’s 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. “I know... I have never missed an opportunity to hurt you, but we both know how much...” Samson whispered close to her ear; she turned
Adele parked her vintage Ford pickup truck in front of her small store, and relaxed before turning off that old rusty engine. A twenty-six-year-old model and her father's first vehicle, her first gift to Adele. She looked at herself in the rearview mirror before elevating her chest with more oxygen. "Today will be a good day," she declared to herself. Her eyes docked on her store display board to read: FLOWER FETISH - A flower shows love. Before her was the store built by her parents with love and care.Her mother died when she was five, leaving three of them alone.After some time, her father decided to marry again for the sake of the girls. And there, Adele's stepmother entered her life. She often struggled to get love from her stepmother, but never received the attention she desired. Soon, the woman gave birth to a son, which made Alede’s dad happier than ever. Sadly, her stepmother never loved her daughters as her own. Her focus was to entice her husband and love her only son.
“Hello, I am Adele,” she introduced herself. Mr. Vincent’s eyes widened, looking at her. “Sorry, come again.” “I am Adele, from Flower Fetish,” Adele smiled as she extended her confirmation mail. “Oh, yes,” Mr. Vincent replied. “Will you be comfortable helping us to decorate?” “We are in a bit of a hurry...” “Excuse me, Mr. Vincent, please give us two minutes,” Blaise mustered an urgent smile and took Adele a few steps away from him. “What are you saying?” “But we are here to deliver the flowers, not to decorate,” Blaise clutched Adele’s hand as she whispered. “It’s ok. They need our help.” “Look around. Do you think we will get another chance to come here?” Blaise shrugged. “But..” “Come on, let’s enjoy the view,” Blaise winked. “We are happy to help you. Mr. Vincent,” “Tell us from where we have to start?” Adele followed the lead. They started decorating the hall with white flowers. “This is mesmerizing,” Adele thought, looking at the light coming from a massive chand
Sitting across the charcoal table, Adele tried to calm her stress by fudging her finger.“How the hell do you think I will expect this proposal?” Adele thundered.“There is no need to shout, Miss Adele. We are giving you an option. This way, you can save your farm and shop,” the bank manager drawled. Adele took a sharp breath. The options given by the manager were not official but could help her save the only thing that belonged to her father.After a long silence, she looked at them. “Fine, I want to meet him.” She sighed as she rubbed her red eyes. They left the room quietly.She could not figure out how to pay the debt for the last eight sleepless nights. The money she got stolen by her step-brother. But here, sitting in this air-conditioned office, the bank manager came up with an alternative.He told her to meet with a person in business ready to help her, but she had to accept his few conditions. Adele didn’t understand this shallow situation. But at last, she had to give it a ch