Vincenzo's girlfriend had come to pay him a visit. He was grateful to see her. Her presence spoke so much for him, he would be able to get a clear mind for a couple of hours before his father shows up.
He was thinking over Olsen, questioning himself why he was holding back at acting. For so many reasons he wished he knew, he had made threatening words yet didn't keep to any of it.
And for so many reasons he wished he knew, he had given Olsen enough chances to live. What if Freya was right, what if Olsen never shows up? Would he live to let another man kill his sister?
Though Vincenzo wasn't a man with good hearts, he felt it was wrong. And that calls for another suspicious question. Why all of a sudden would he feel it was wrong?
But now his girlfriend, Kelly is here, every thing seemed to have gone. Her smooth touches were like miracles to his heart, melting the mountains of anger and hatred. He felt like he needed to be himself for a moment, to feel that part of him that obviously spoke of what and who he is.
A fuckanarty.
It's as if she always reads his mind, showing up at a critical time, and blessing his day with her gorgeous body. She takes him up to his room. There she takes off her clothes, standing stacked naked before him. The sight of her naked body turned him on, he couldn't think of any thing outside her body.
He was salivating to have her, to kiss every part of her like never before. Some times he blesses the heavens for giving him such a sweetheart like Kelly. They had continued with their businesses, and for hours Kelly kept screaming moans of pleasure.
It was another night of fear. Freya sat on her bed, facing the thin window. She was thinking of her past life and how things have been going perfectly fine for her until the night Dento died. How is she to know that there was a lot ahead for her to face?
She had received bruises in the process. Her back had scars on them, wounds that needed to be treated but yet weren't. She has endured the pains and still enduring them.
The door opened and the same group of men who always dragged her out came to take her. She refused to struggle or scream, she felt she was tired of screaming for help which was never rendered. She lets them take her to the sitting room.
Vincenzo, always appearing in the most seductive way, sat on the two seater couch with his girlfriend who was leaning her head on his shoulder, a hand resting on his chest.
Freya stood terrified, her legs invisibly trembling as she made eye contact with Vincenzo's father, Mr Polio Ferdinando. "Is this the Bred you talked about?" He asked Vincenzo who swiftly nodded his head at him. "She doesn't look bad though. No wonder why Dento couldn't take his eyes off her," he stands up, walking close to her.
Freya took a step backwards. She doesn't like it when they make her beauty the first topic, things don't go so well after the compliment.
"I'm pretty sure my son has made some introduction beforehand, concerning what your brother did to my nephew." He said. Freya remained silent. "I wanna let you know that your brother's life is only for a little while. He doesn't have to run so far, because no matter where he goes, I will find him."
She chuckled. "No one is finding him."
"He made you believe that?" He laughed. "Maybe, you just haven't heard so much about the Ferdinandos. We aren't the petty gangsters, we fight and we sacrifice for our loved ones. That's the rule."
"So, why are you telling me this?"
"Because I want you to know that tonight is the last you'll ever get the chance to live in this mansion. I'm taking you with me back to Florida. You'll serve as my maid, and we'll probably get married if time permits."
"You'd rather kill me than marry me. I don't care whatever you do to me, I just want you all to know that sooner than later, I'm getting the fuck out of here."
Mr Polio looked at Vincenzo with a broad smile. "You never told me she is this funny to be with. I'm beginning to like her."
Freya believed trying to act tough was going to get him to understand that she wasn't scared of his threats even though she was. But what she got after surprised her. She felt a bit relaxed with him, at least he wasn't as heartless as Vincenzo. She thought.
Vincenzo remained silent while his father did the talking. Every thing about Freya seems to entice him, and he was mean and serious when he said he was going to take Freya home with him.
"We're getting married." He stated.
Freya looked at Vincenzo who had the same emotionless expression on his face. She realizes things weren't going exactly as they ought to be. No one talked about her leaving the state.
"I'm not going any where." She refused.
"You don't have to worry, hun, you'll be in a safe hands." Mr Polio assures her. He came to kiss her, placing a soft peck on her cheeks.
Freya's eyes never left Vincenzo. Tears slowly clouded her eyes, she was leaving to face another version of life. To marry some one who is old enough to be her father.
"Goodnight, sweetheart. Don't forget to dream about us." He said with a chuckle.
While they dragged her back to the cell, Freya didn't stop from looking at Vincenzo who maintained eye contact with her. Hot tears made their way out of her eyes, she was beginning to acknowledge death more than love.
She cried her eyes out, though she knew nothing could be done. It's Vincenzo's father, not Vincenzo, and it's two different things.
Mr Polio was finding the evening quite fascinating after meeting Freya for the first time. He wasn't aware she was this beautiful. He didn't acknowledge Vincenzo's presence, so he made his way to his room.
Vincenzo followed him. "This wasn't what we talked about, father. You are meant to kill her and not fancy her." He said as soon as he entered the room.
"Why didn't you do it all these while you were with her? What kept you from pulling the trigger or having the dagger on her neck?"
"You're definitely not helping matters right now."
"That's because I just changed my mind. Look, Enzo, there's no point talking me out of this, I have made up my mind. I am taking the girl with me and I will marry her."
Freya had been up since 3 am, tiredness heavy in her eyes as she attempted to soothe her crying twins. No matter what she tried, it seemed impossible to lure them back to sleep. She had already breastfed them, changed their diapers, and rocked them for what felt like hours. Yet, the unfading cries continued. It had been nearly a week of sleepless nights, and her patience was wearing thin. She was bothered their cries would wake the neighbors, or cause the maids and servants from sleeping.The clock on the wall taunted her as the minutes dragged on. The twins, Vicente and Olsen, were only a few months old, and Freya's motherly instincts were struggling to keep up with their demands. She whispered soothing words to them, tears of tiredness welling up in her eyes. She was sleep-deprived and emotionally drained, and it felt like there was no end in sight.Thankfully, Vincenzo had always been a rock of support through these trying times. He woke up with her every night, offering a shoul
"Vincenzo?" "Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Vincenzo asked.Freya sits next to Vincenzo, while holding her big tummy. He is rubbing Vincenzo's back, because he knows his back pain is killing him but still refuses to stay at home. "Can't sleep baby? Are you alright?” Vincenzo asked, worrying because Freya's face shows pain. "I don’t know but my tummy is hard rock. Feel it....bmammm...” Freya is holding a grunt. Vincenzo placed her hand on the baby tummy as Freya said. It is hard rock and it's not normal. Vincenzo is watching her sternly, aware of the situation, and he's getting ready to jump on any situation. "Get me a wheelchair now!” Vincenzo said to Myra through the intercom. After a few seconds, she barged right in with the requested chair. Damon signaled Myra to help him to pick up Freya on the chair. They rushed him to the hospital. —"Mr. Ferdinando, please follow me.’ A nurse came out, asking him to follow her. Vincenzo just did as told and soon he found himself in
Freya walked down the aisle like a stately queen, arm in arm with Pablo. Her hair was arranged into an elaborate style on top of her head, and her pink ballroom dress swished almost silently on the carpet aisle. It was a glorious day for a wedding. The trees were a perfect green and sparkled with leftover dew from that morning. A perfect June day. A song ran through her mind, making her smile. For they say when you’re married in June, you will always, always, always be a bride! She watched the young bride sprinkling the last pink rose petals on the aisle, then sitting down. She then looked at her bridesmaids dressed in flowing, scarlet, knee-length dresses. They were all there smiling… Her eyes met with Myra, who was putting on the brightest smile. She was her chief bridesmaid. “Congratulations.” She mouthed.“Thank you.” Freya mouthed back, her cheeks burning with a smile.The priest then started with the matrimonial vows as she stood face to face with Vincenzo, he was appearin
"Congratulations, Miss Bred, you're two weeks pregnant."The words kept resounding in her head. Happiness filled her inside, she couldn't wait until Vincenzo returned. She had wanted to phone him to tell him the good news, but then she wanted it to be an official announcement.When she returned home, she asked for Myra who was pretty busy in the laundry room. However, she sent a maid to call her."Tell her to meet me in my room." I said,Just as she walked into her room, changing her clothes, Myra offered a knock on the door."Please, come in." She permitted.Myra entered. "You sent for me." She said, "Yes, please. I have something interesting to show you. You'll love it, trust me."Myra was already curious to know what this interesting thing would be. "Okay. I'm waiting."Freya took her bag from where she had kept it, she opened it and brought out the white folded paper, handing it to Myra who at first, gave her a curious look."I hope I am safe?""Of course, you are." Freya smiled.
Freya had woken up earlier than usual. She was ready for the day's training. She looked at Vincenzo who was still asleep on the bed, his back facing her.For the first time, she took her time to admire the Lion tattoo on his back, they were fucking beautiful.After a long while of admiration, she went to the bathroom for a shower. Before she was out, Vincenzo was up. He looked at her, his eyes halfway open from sleep."Where are you going?" He asked, yawning."Do I have to remind you where I am going?" She asked back as she pulled her trouser up to her waist."Oh." His eyes closed. "I'll talk to the driver to take you to the warehouse then.""You seem tired, how was work yesterday?" She asked, her hands hung on her waist."Just the usual. I'll be fine." He assured her.She was done dressing, now ready to go. "I'll give you a call when I reach the warehouse." He nodded his head. "Just take your time and relax, you can skip work today.""I have an important meeting with a colleague, I c
"I might not make it here on time, so I'll talk to Stephen to take you home after the training. But just in case I make it on time, I'll pick you up myself.""Okay. Just take your time and do whatever you want to do. I'll be fine.""You be a good girl, okay? Pay attention, I know it's gonna seem a bit difficult but trust me, you'll live it when you learn it.""I know. Thanks for accepting me as a part of your group, I will make you proud. I promise." She promised."Take care of yourself.""You too." They shared a kiss before she left, waving goodbye at him. He did the same before zooming off for work.When Freya arrived at the business warehouse, her heart pounded in excitement. It feels more like a dream come true, a moment she's been waiting for a long time ago. She knew that this training session would be different, more intense and probably be the best she'd ever had. Since Vincenzo has promised to introduce her to the world of firearms, a skill she knew she needed to master to s