|Irena|I never expected to run into Paul in that part of the city. He lived with us when we were in high school and we grew up together before we moved. We were neighbors and attended the same school even though we were not close at first.His stepmother was a wicked entity who frustrated the life out of the poor boy. Paul was very calm and easygoing so he wouldn’t even tell his father about the situation of things whenever he comes back from his trips.This abuse continued until the day he almost lost his life by freezing to death. He was thrown out by his stepmother and left to sleep in the cold staircase. The snow was heavy that night that he lost consciousness. His lips were blue and swollen by the time he was found by my mother who quickly rushed him to the hospital.Throughout his stay, the stepmother didn’t even bother to look for him or visit him so my mother decided to take him back to our house where he made him stay with us till his father came back. She explained everythi
|Irena|Ever since I met Paul, he has never rested over my mother’s case. He was always calling me to confirm one thing or the other. In less than three days, he had discovered many things that we missed and planned to visit the murder site so that he would find out more.“I think we will have to ask your mother some questions. That will help the investigation. There were many things that were overlooked during the initial investigation”, he said to me that morning, and I didn’t waste time.I rushed to the prison to see her but, to my surprise, I was denied access. I threw a fit, pleaded and did all I could, but the answer remained the same. I couldn’t see her till further notice.Pacing up and down the prison’s grounds, I thought about several options that might help, but none came until one person came to mind.“Rocco!” His men denied me access into the Villa and I didn’t have his number, so I had to wait all morning in front of his house, for him to leave his house. He finally cam
Only the sound of running water was heard in the room where I was thrown. I couldn’t understand what was happening and why I had to be treated that way. So many questions ran through my mind as I silently waited for what to come next, but nothing or nobody seemed to be there with me.“Where is Rocco? Does he even know about this? Do I have to go through this truly?”, I muttered to myself as I adjusted my bum on the cold floor.For several hours, the sound of running water continued and everywhere started getting chilly. I was in a big polo shirt, so it didn’t take much time before the cold got to me.“Hey! Is anyone out there? I am getting cold”, I called out with my teeth clattering, and the cold was getting unbearable, but only silence bounced back at me.What seemed to be another two hours passed by, but nobody came in. This time, I was shivering hard already. I was on the verge of passing out when I heard the door open and got dragged on its hinge.“Finally”, I thought, and waited
He had the habit of always walking closer to me in silence whenever I asked a question, or he wanted something from me, but I had not learned how to stand my ground and not get afraid of him. He was scared no matter what. No one knew whatever was going on in his head and for someone like that handling a gun, I surely had to be extremely careful.“Do I have to announce to you that I am coming to my house? Get out of the way”, he growled and walked past me, deeper into the garden.“He could have just walked without intimidating me. My heart almost jumped out of my heart”, I sighed in relief before resuming my play with Rex, who was happy to see me.I didn’t know that he had made provisions for my dog to be brought to where I was. I couldn’t help but blush at his thoughtfulness.“At least, he’s considerate”, I pouted in happiness.I noticed that he had been washed and taken care of. He was also fed and even had a cage but was put on a leash in order not to wander around, and I couldn’t s
Palermo was quite cool and calm that Monday morning as everyone rushed to their workplace. The wet streets and roads added to its beauty and it smelled like goodness since it had been a while the gangs fought each other. Ever since Rocco Lorenzo took over the throne from his father, Bruno Lorenzo, all the gangs that caused trouble had been cleared off without a trace.Rocco doesn’t appear anyhow or anywhere and he was much respected because he is known for being a man of his word. Every other gangs outside Palermo knew their boundaries and would never trespass but there was one gang that shared Palermo with him, the Vamp Mafia group.The group calls themselves the tiger of Italy and it was being head by Lord Marcello who was another psychopath. He had been on the other side of Palermo where he protected his territory until Rocco took over. Being the owner of the biggest vineyard, he had so much pride and abused so many people. Most of his workers were lying under the green grass as ma
“Bene, come desideri (Well, as you wish)” Rocco shrugged and wiped the spit off with his handkerchiefMarcello yelled for his men to protect him but nobody made a move. His second order got everyone of them running but not to his side, to his surprise. They all rushed to Rocco’s back and aimed at him.Not believing his eyes, he kept stuttering “What.. what the hell?” Before anyone could blink, Lord Marcello had been apprehended by his own men while Rocco stood there with a smirk dancing on his lips.With a snap of his finger, he was tied to a chair. Everyone ignored all his threats and shouts because no one could step in, it was Rocco Lorenzo and no one dared to breathe.“Your thirty seconds is up. You just got a new wristwatch, how come you can’t keep to time?” Rocco mocked and clacked his tongueLord Marcello kept screaming and threatening that he would pay for it but Rocco was not moved. He walked closer to him and roamed the gun around his cheeks and mouth while Lord Marcello tre
My eyes flew open at the sound of a loud cough and it was met with the slight darkness of the room. Every windows and doors were shut at my command and the only light illuminating the room was a red light coming from the far end of the room.I turned to see someone on my bed coughing and adjusting herself before diving into another round of heaving snoring. She was sounding like an over-packed truck and that got me mad big time. My hand connected to the mini apple shaped table beside my bed and it produced a bang loud enough to shake the building.The lady flew up fearfully as she scanned her environment to make sure a war had not broken out.“What are you?” I growled deeply and she sat there looking at me with the blanket around her heaving chest“Did I just ask a statue a question? Am I not talking to a human? Cat got your tongue!?” questions flew out of my mouth endlessly while she shook at my voiceShe managed to find her voice but couldn’t respond audibly. “You… I… got here… last
|Irena|The tiny street was filled with loud noises coming from the metals clashing against each other as people roared to the sound which was being supported by drums. Tents filled everywhere with different sellable under each one.The festival of new season was being celebrated and every attendee painted some facial artwork on their faces to identify with the festival. Ranging from clothes, accessories, ancient crafts to everything one ever wanted, they were all available at slash prices.“Get your fortune read! Don’t you want to know what life has in store for you? oh ye weak humans! Let the gods guide your path” my tiny voice managed to ring through the loud noise.By the time I had screamed for more than five times, I finally had my first customer under my small red tent and I got down to business.“You have to be careful today. There will be a large tornado at your workplace but if you are in the right place, it will pass you by” The first customer seemed confused at the mentio