MarcoTwo weaknesses haunt me relentlessly. Sarah is one. I've forced myself to accept her death, burying the pain deep every night. But, now, hearing she’s alive, and seeing it for myself, there’s no going back, denial is no longer an option. Whatever these enigmatic people seek, I'll provide it.I observe as the mysterious woman is ushered into a sleek car, the convoy fading into the night. Driven by the thirst for answers, I hurry out of the bar. A motorcycle sits idly at the corner, its keys still in place. I watch the owner for a while, but as more distance adds between me and these enigmas, I seize the opportunity, leaping onto the bike and tear off into the darkness."Hey! That's my bike!" the owner shouts, but his protests are drowned out by the roar of the engine. I race after the convoy without looking back, pushing through the crowded streets, determined to uncover the truth. If this woman needs my aid, then I must know who she is. If ever her words are true.Sarah. My Sar
SarahI reach for the door for a means of escape. “It's no use Maria," he says with a smirk as he zooms off.“i'm not too familiar with this environment.” His eyes scans the road as one having troubles navigating towards our destination. He glances at the rearview mirror and our gaze meet,“Maria... How could you survive all these years without me?” He must be enjoying the moment, seeking for ways to taunt me. “We're done Shawn and you know that. ”He takes a sharp turn. Surprisingly heading towards my apartment. It dawns on me. How long he's been monitoring us is what I don't know. “Don't be like that Maria. I never for once let you out of my sight. How's my son?"His words hit my ears as he mentions about Carlos. I feel dumb for a moment.“What son?” I stutter, searching around for any weapon to set myself lose from the beast driving the taxi.“it's useless. Stop the pretense and give us a chance Maria. I'm the only one who can protect you.”“i don't need your protection, Shawn
Marco “We have a meeting with the boss.” I drop the call immediately as I glance at the alarm clock.“Shit!”All attempt to prove a worthy first impression is about to be ruined. I take a quick shower and hurry into the outfit provided by my new boss—black clean suits.I look too responsible for my reputation. Some sort of a corporate worker with no past. That was me few years ago. I take a deep breath, remembering how passionate I was about the tech world and how my corporation died years ago in my quest for revenge. Now I've fallen to the level of a street dog searching for free meal, at the mercy of my own very enemy clocked as family. I swing my phone into my pockets and head for the entrance.Two boxes sit comfortably at my front desk. I take a sharp glance around but there's no sight of anyone. I unravel the packages in my new vehicle.A note falls off the sides,“Give this to him personally.”On the smaller box, i find another note, “This is yours.”I unravel the package t
Maria's POVHer phone drops off from her hand as she stumbles on the large rusty iron gate, tripping on her ripped wedding dress. She squats to pick it up, pulling her way into the old mansion covered in darkness.Something is out there. Some group of people have been trailing her. She doesn't feel safe. She never felt safe. The mysterious death of her father earlier in the day only threatens the last hope of survival.There is nowhere else to run to.Her phone beeps. She scans the area around her before receiving the call, running into the building and slamming the door shut. Who would have thought that a place she most detest could be her only safe haven?The memories the building holds feels like it's nothing, compared to what's coming. “I'm on my way, Maria. Do not leave the mansion. I'll be there to protect you,” the thick voice assures at the other end of the phone.“No…No…you can't come anywhere close. They'll kill you too,” she sobs, falling on her knees. She's desperately
Maria's POVThe air is hot. It feels like she's in a steam bath. The smell of her sweat is so concentrated. But there's another lingering scent. One she's familiar with. A secluded room in her father's house she stumbled on some times back has the same horrific smell. A day that revealed her father's true identity.She manages to open her eyes. Just then, she realizes her plight.With a throbbing head, she attempts to free herself from the chains clasped around her wrist, fixed above her head."Let me go!" She screams, terror engulfing her.A man stands up from a chair in front of a fireplace, approaching her, wearing a smirk.“I made that mistake once, princess,” he replies with a poisonous voice.He takes off his hat, puffing smoke from his pipe to her face.“Perfect timing. You've been asleep for way too long. The priest is just by the door,” he adds, raising her face close to his.For the first time, she sees his form clearly. The chiseled jawline, a dangerous stare and a smile
Marco's POVThe fitting black suits. The well-knot tie and a brief case. The signature outfit of the Snakes gang. It's difficult to tell the leader just by face evaluation. Marco walks into the pristine mansion with his newly-acquired brief case. He didn't bother to check it's content.There's a meeting. An urgent meeting. His father has never summoned him to any of his meetings.Being his first time, he should be nervous, but he's not.“Hurry, brother. The rest are around,” Andrey says, running up the flight of stairs ahead of him.“Ahh…there they are,” an old man interjects as Marco opens the double door.A large feast unfolds before him. Today isn't his birthday. He has no idea what the party is about.Yet, he seems to be at the center of it all.The old man gives him a warm hug and offers a seat beside him, “Welcome son,” he says.Marco manages a smile. He isn't so comfortable with his father's kind. The pistols in their pockets only makes it more uncomfortable.Such meetings
Marco's POVMarco has been bedridden for two weeks after the accident. His head is severely damaged as a bandage is wrapped around his whole head, depriving him of the gift of sight.He wakes up every morning to a maddening headache and a darkness that even the brightest days couldn't dissolve.He dreads the news of having to be permanently blind. Although, the doctor assures it was temporary, Marco doesn't believe them. Any of them, except a nurse that seems to catch his fancy. Sarah, she calls herself.It could be because she was the only English-speaking nurse, but there is certainly something about her aura.All attempts by the hospital to reach out to his family or trace his origin yielded nothing as Marco refused to spill anything about himself–a Mafia code that has been ingrained in him."How's my favorite patient?" he hears Sarah greet. It must be morning outside since his current predicament denies him of the time of the day.Marco doesn't move from where he lays. He's bec
Sarah's POVShe climbs down from the table, pulling up her wet panties that slipped from her waist during their short-lived passion.She must be out of her mind for making the first move on a stranger. She couldn't help it. Right from the very day he was admitted to the hospital, the prominent scar he sustained only pronounced his mysterious beauty.It would have been wrong of her to defile work ethics and gone for him right on the stretcher.But luck has made their path cross and he's right here in her apartment."Are you expecting anyone?" Marco asks, as she dresses herself up, her eyes fixed on the doorway wondering who it could be while still wishing they hadn't ended their passionate moment.Marco instantly walks toward the door."Could be the neighbors," she replies, still catching her breath.“It's almost midnight.,” Marco replies as he tries to answer the door.“I'll get that,” Sarah rushes to the door before him, pulling him back slightly."I've been calling. What happened t