Massimo’s POV. “What the hell do you mean she’s been abducted?!” I yelled on the phone while I stepped off the vehicle. Rome watched me closely and observed I wasn’t myself at all. His hands were clenched together and I could tell he was getting ready for battle already. I was so furious, not because she’s actually been kidnaped, but because of the reaction the Russian Pratva would have in line to this. I imagined the looks on her fathers face when he uncovers that his daughter who just got married to me a few days ago is kidnapped in America, he could drop down the sun on her stead and a possible friction between the Cosa Nostra and the Russian Pratva wasn’t one I was ready for. We had to do everything possible to have this under subjection and on time before it gets worse. “Sister, where are you now?” I said as I walked down to meet the inspector who was already standing close to some of his men while the blockade was made on the walkway into Kyle’s house. I imagined fighting on t
Ana’s POV I felt a rope tied on my hand which was tied behind a wooden chair. I was so disturbed because I felt the sound of mice’s in the room. I couldn’t say for certain if it was in an enclosed area or an open place but one thing was certain. I was alone and heard nothing. My eyes were tied and this made it even more difficult to tell what was actually going on in there. I couldn’t even move parts of my body as I felt almost hypnotized. “Hello, anybody here?” I cried out slowly as I turned my head sideways in a bid to see if I’ll have a sensation of a single human around.“Please, who’s there?! Somebody help me!” I cried out for the second time and luckily I heard footsteps come out of a part in the room. It felt like more than one person entered but didn’t take so long before I sensed the breath coming from a figure who was already behind me. He sniffed my hair behind and had his hands slide through my shoulders. “Such a beautiful skin you’ve got there, the boss would love this
Massimo’s POV. “How the hell would he even talk to me like that, I guess he doesn’t know me,” I reacted vehemently as I drove into my premises with Romeo. We left the crime scene and I needed to be at home. Work was over for me that day because I had so much on my shoulders right away. Anastasya wasn’t the kind of person I’ll have to worry about if she’s truly kidnapped, but her dad was a nightmare. Our marriage was built on the rock my family had with her dad since he was a baron. Someone who was feared by even most governors in Russia. He didn’t need to know about his daughter's disappearance for any reason till she’s found and that wouldn’t take long, I was so certain of that. Whoever took Ana in the United States would do that because of me, I wasn’t sure she had an enemy already in the States.“Calm your nerves boss, you’ll have to take things easy, you know what we’ve been through in such a situation before, we’ll just have to pray that kyles killers made away with the phone,
Massimo’s POV. “…Sir please, you’ll have to understand me, I…” I stuttered halfway as I tried to explain things through before he ended the phone call. It was so embarrassing that someone of my caliber and status would be treated in such a humiliating manner, but it wasn’t the case at all, the person who was behind it was someone twice as powerful as I was and I had nothing to do about it. “Did he cut the call?” Isabel asked, as she stood to her feet and stared at me. Her eyes were wide open and glued to mine. I wasn’t sure the atmosphere demanded women at the time so I sent for Romeo immediately. “Hey, call Romeo, tell him I demand his presence here, and do that now!” I said in my usual loud tone to one of the manservant’s who passed the living room down to the other side of the corridor. “Yes sir,” he replied as he bowed and ran out of the building. “Hey, what’s good? Brother talk to me, is everything alright? What did the baron say?” Nesa asked but I wasn’t interested in their
Massimo’s POV. Rome and I walked into the station and just as we entered, I discovered the inspector with a phone in his hands wrapped in a transparent envelope. ‘That’s it boss,’ Rome whispered as we both had our eyes on the piece in his hands. The inspector who had a slight argument with me at the crime scene smiled and kept a close stare at Rome and I as we walked close to him and this time stood before the rest of the officers there. I was greeted but never took those seriously, all that mattered to me was making sure that the mobile phone in his hands didn’t last long, no matter what it took. “Hmm, I can see you’re so interested in the object in my hands, aren’t you?” “Inspector, we received a call to come down here, why?” I said, staring at him. My hands collided while I turned to Rome and whispered. “Told you we should have gunned him down when we had the chance,” “Hmm, well, the problem here isn’t about the phone I’m holding in my hands, is it? Something within tells me
Isabel’s POV. I waited in the living room for Massi to get back home later that day. While I walked round the living room in panic, I prayed for Ana’s safety. I hoped she came back home from wherever she went that day because her dad wasn’t going to take it lightly. It was a clear agreement between the Russian Pratva and The Cosa Nostra and now we had already broken a part of our bargain to the Russian Pratva leader.I heard the door open and a figure walk into the living room, my heart raced and I turned to see who it was, hoping it turned out to be Ana since I first saw the hair of a lady, but it was Vanessa, my elder sister. She looked straight at me and discovered how weary I was at the time so ran to me. “Sister, what is happening to you, I told you we’ll get over this and it wouldn’t take longer than you think, the girl would be found, trust me, everything would be alright,” Her voice shrill and her expression softened around the corner. My hands were knocked to part of the tr
Vanessa's POV. He was so lucky I shot at the roof right away, else he would have been a dead man. I wondered what even gave him such an aura to come up against me in such a manner. Everything about me changed the moment he took that second step and I felt maybe I would have the blood of the Russian don in my hands. I wasn’t even trying to let go as my sister Isa kept on pleading while I felt raged. I frowned and kept a mean look at him while I pointed the gun straight to his forehead now. “Wait a minute, are you even serious right now? what the hell is wrong with you?!” he yelled and gestured with his hands spread across. “You shouldn’t have doubted me Nikolei, maybe next time you’ll be able to adhere to simple instructions, don’t underestimate the words of a broken girl,” I replied and bit my lips. It was indeed so frustrating at the moment and I stood in fear as I watched him stare back at me. I wasn’t ready to go into a gun battle with him though, he was so experienced and would
Ana’s POV. I was hungry and never knew I would even be here for as long as this. I was tied still, to the chair and watched the men as they brought in a box which was covered with a black polythene. I wondered what they would be using that for anyway. They all stared at me from time to time to monitor my moves even as I sat in chains and tied up. ‘What the hell could these men be up to and why are they staring at me like that?’ I muttered as I watched them bring out some lumps of meat from another bag and one of them began cutting it into pieces. I was marveled at first but not till I saw the first men unwrap a fresh corpse and begin to chop off parts of her body. It was a female and I guess she was once kept on this same chair and interrogated like me. I felt tense and goosebumps were all over my body. My eyes widened and I saw the contraction in my nerves as I asked one of the men who was walking down the corner. “Excuse me, please, don’t tell me that’s going to be my fate,” I as
Massimo’s POV. My office was cold. The air conditioner was already turned on and had lasted for the past one hour. My phone was pressed to my ear as I wrapped up the call. Suddenly, Marco opened the door and whispered. "Massimo, you have a visitor." I raised an eyebrow, annoyed at the interruption. Marco had accompanied me to work today since Rome was still recovering.I quickly ended the call and shook my head in an awkward gesture towards Marco. "What's going on?" I asked, trying to hide my irritation.Marco looked apologetic. "Sorry, boss. But I think this visitor is important. He attended the DLC meeting last year and had a significant impact on our discussions."My curiosity piqued, I leaned back in my chair. "What's so special about him?" I asked.Marco's expression turned serious. "I think you should meet him, boss. He might be able to help us with some... issues we're facing."I nodded, intrigued. "Alright, bring him in."Marco nodded and stepped out of the room. I took a s
Massimo’s POV. I sat behind my desk, my eyes locked on Domenico as I decided on the invitation from the counselor. I needed to know where he stood, whether he was with or against me. "Domenico, I want to make one thing clear," I said, my voice firm. "I need your loyalty. I need to know you're with me on this."Domenico nodded, his expression serious and sour. "Massimo, you know I'm with you. I've always been loyal to the family."I leaned back in my chair, my eyes narrowing. "Good. Because I have reasons to believe that there are those within our organization who would seek to undermine me. And I need to know that I can trust you."Domenico's face remained impassive, but I could see the hint of a question in his eyes. "What do you need to know, Massimo?" he asked.I leaned forward, my elbows on the desk. "I want to know about the recent shipment of drugs from the Mexicans. Have you received the records yet?" I asked. My voice is shrill and determined. I was so desperate for an inv
Ana’s POV.I sat in my room, staring at the fruits Martha had brought me. I usually love snacking on them, but today, I just couldn't seem to have an appetite. I picked up a slice of apple, but it felt heavy in my hand. I tried to take a bite, but the thought of eating made my stomach turn.I put the fruit down and stood up, trying to shake off the feeling. Maybe some fresh air would help. I took a few steps, but my legs felt like jelly. I stumbled, and my hands started shaking. My face felt cold. I looked down at my hands, and they were trembling like leaves.‘What's wrong with me?’I thought. I'm not sick. I'm just stressed, maybe. But why am I feeling like this? I tried to take a few more steps, but my legs wouldn't cooperate. I felt like I was going to collapse.‘Come on Ana, think.’ I muttered to myself, trying to make sense of what was happening. The recent killings and kidnappings had been weighing heavily on my mind. The tension between the Cosa Nostra and the other Mafia gro
Massimo’s POVBeing intrigued by the meeting was my thing. I stood at the bar and tried to adjust the collar of my dress as I heard the phone on the bed ring out loud. I wasn’t hesitant to take the call since I knew what awaited me for the day. “Massimo,” I heard Isabel’s Voice as she called me downstairs. “What is the problem,” I replied as I quickly walked down to the window and peeped through to see the white Mercedes which was parked just in front of the gate. It was so surprising to see the flag and logo of the New York State boldly stamped on the bonnet. “Who the hell is that?” I inquired. Isabel’s voice turned shrill and I could feel the tension in me as she continued. My heart raced right away. “I think it has to be someone from the government house, maybe.” “And maybe that could be Baize, I was just trying to imagine the governor with me in the same room in the meeting and just now I’m seeing his party…” ‘Knock, Knock!’ That was the sound on my door. I tightened the lac
Ana’s POV. I was trying to catch a glimpse of what he was actually trying to do as he raised my legs up. I tried as much as possible to bear the pain from the doggy sex as he lashed so hard.“Come on, what’s happening? You’re not even moaning at all, this ain’t the real you, Ana, something’s wrong somewhere.” “Massimo, you’re the one on me and just take a look at the way you raised my legs. I’m so uncomfortable and from the way I see it, I don’t think you’re ready to reach orgasm anyway.” I replied. My face stern as I laid on the bed and backed him. I felt so frustrated that I was having unprotected sex with him and all he could do was complain that I wasn’t moaning? If he needed to hear a moan maybe he could go on a porn site and have himself full of it. I tried to relax myself and calm my nerves. Nothing more mattered to me than his ejaculation. He exhaled and sighed before spreading my legs angrily. His hands fastened on my left leg as I felt him thrust. He continued and this t
Massimo’s POV. I was in front of the mirror, adjusting my tie as I tried to shake off the feeling of unease that had been lingering inside me. The atmosphere was tense, and I knew I was in for a rough ride soon. But I wasn't one to back down from a challenge. I took a deep breath and focused on getting ready for the day ahead.Just as I was finishing up, Marco walked into my room. His presence was a welcome distraction from the thoughts that had been plaguing me. "Hey, boss," he said, his voice casual. I nodded, and he continued, "I just talked to Anastasya. She's doing well."My interest piqued, I turned to him. "How's your relationship with her been?" I asked, genuinely curious. Marco's expression was neutral, but I could sense a hint of tension beneath the surface. "It's okay," he replied. I wasn't convinced. Marco's tone seemed off, and I couldn't help but wonder what was really going on between him and Anastasya. I nodded, trying to appear nonchalant, but my mind was racing wit
Massimo’s POV I stood on my balcony, sipping my tea and gazing out at the city below. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the buildings. I felt a sense of calm over me as I breathed in the evening air. Just as I was getting lost in thought, Rome walked and stood beside me."The flowers are ready," he said, his voice low and serious. I nodded, knowing exactly what he was talking about. Those flowers weren't ordinary flowers. They were a part of my business, a means I used to traffic drugs around the country. I didn't have a retail outlet, but a network of people who helped us move our product.I took one last sip of my tea and set the cup down. "I'll be downstairs with them in a minute," I told Rome. He nodded and turned to leave, but not before I caught a glimpse of a smile on his face.As he walked away, I muttered to myself, thinking about all the things I'd been through. The struggles, the fights, the losses. But I'd always come out on top.I built this busines
Massimo’s POV. My eyes scanned the surroundings, and they landed on Vanesa and Marco standing by the garage. My gaze locked onto Vanesa's, and I could see the mix of emotions on her face. But as I took in the scene. The bruise on Marco's cheekbone was a stark reminder of the incident that had taken place. I walked towards them, my strides long and purposeful. Vanesa's face lit up with joy, and she ran towards me, throwing her arms around me in a tight hug. "Massimo!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with emotion. I hugged her back, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Marco approached us, and we shook hands, his eyes acknowledging the tension between us.As I held Vanesa, I glanced over her shoulder and saw my Ana standing at the door of the building, a smile spreading across her face. "Ana?" I said. My eyes never left my wife's. Vanesa chuckled and stepped aside, allowing my wife to run towards me. She jumped into my arms, and I caught her, spinning her around in a circle. Tear
Vanesa’s POV. I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that had been weighing me down since I hit Marco. My pride was swollen, and I didn't want to swallow it. Being so arrogant was my thing though, and I felt maybe that day, it would have to come to an end. I walked around the premises, trying to clear my head, but my feet seemed to have a mind of their own. Before I knew it, I found myself standing in front of the garage, where I knew Marco often took a seat to reminisce.I spotted him sitting on a bench, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. I approached him quietly and my face twisted in a mixture of emotions. I couldn’t walk to him because I felt so guilty and couldn’t do anything at all. All that mattered as I stood behind him was asking for his forgiveness right away and letting down my ego. I was astonished as he asked, "What do you want?" without even turning around.I was taken aback, surprised that he hadn't noticed me standing there. I walked around to his s