Sarah's POV As she rushes back into the dim room, heart pounding in her chest, Sarah's hands tremble as she takes off her jacket, used to cover up her injury, and falls back to the floor. A sharp pain shoots through her side, a reminder of the danger she only sparsely escaped. Was it a stray bullet that grazed her, or was it a deliberate attempt to take her down? She can't tell. She tries to catch her breath, but her mind races with questions and confusion. Betty's sudden appearance and timely rescue offer some relief, but there's an unsettling feeling at the back of her mind as she ponders on the open bedroom door. It's either someone was here or paranoia is about to kick in. "Who the bloody hell was that man?" Betty questions, towering above her with a questioning look. Sarah expects the questions, after running out of Marco's sight to stop him from noticing her bleeding side only to come to face Betty. She knows staying one more minute standing in front of him would make her vu
Marco's POVBasking in the unknown for too long can make him do things without thinking. The earlier he arrives home the better for him. He is half way home when a call comes in. A call from Angel."Dammit!" he breaths, controlling the steering wheel with one hand while contemplating on receiving the call. Angel is his subordinate. He could decide not to answer the call but Angel never calls except extremely urgent and it can't be goodnews.Marco has lived a double life even before his refusal to take on his father's business. His mother has warned him about walking his father's steps. There's but one exception that he can't afford to close his eyes to--Becca. "What's the problem" he says, as he hears the ragged breath over the phone."We have a problem. The food was hijacked. Master doesn't know but I fear he might find out...,"angel laments, with a shivering voice."Calm the fuck down and give me details. Who's involved?" Marco questions. He is uncomfortable. For every failed missi
Sarah's POV She's trying so desperately to control herself but nothing is working. She was injected with all kinds of drugs. From the moment she stepped out of her car to the moment a gun was pointed at her, her heartbeat doesn't seem to be working properly.She doesn't know who they are. Although very tipsy, she can still hear the voices flying over her ears, howbeit in distant echoes.They aren't giving her any attention. She attempts another cry for mercy,"Please, let me go," she pleads, propping her weight slightly to gaze at the man standing next to her."Isn't she adorable, Pope?" one of them ask. She recognizes the voice. He had tried to force a kiss on her before she lost her senses to the drugs. Whether he eventually did steal the kiss or got the chance for more, she can't tell. They are all evil monsters with weird names. Sarah cannot but dread what is to become of her. She dreads being dragged back to that room. It reminds her alot of Luca and how he tied her up. Dammit
Marco's POV How the fuck did she get herself into this? Marco is finding it hard to wrap his head around the whole situation. Sarah the nurse? How did she transform into Sarah the crack dealer? Dammit. If he was fast enough, he would have found out first. It would have been easy to clear out the mess. But, now that the Master is actively involved, he's sure as hell that he will be needing a greater force to get her out of the twist. The only person he can trust for that is his father. Shit! He still has an unsettled beef with his father. How would he open up and tell his father he's working for one of his enemies and it happened to be the same man that he sold his younger sister to.His father isn't stupid. He'll connect the dots and kill him for sure. Sarah is right behind him, in the custody of his ruthless Master, the same person that has made his sister's life a living hell.He won't dare lay a finger on Sarah. He will save her before it becomes another complex problem like th
Sarah’s POVThe burning spotlight and the threatening faces glaring at her only added to her unease as she stands at the centre of her preys. The luminescence only helps to make her nakedness more obvious, with her head drooped. She can't look up. Timid. Scared. Or broken. She can't place those emotions encircling her.She has been warned to keep up her best self. The only way to escape this is to win the highest bid and hope that whoever buys her is less of a beast compared to the rest of the mafia lords she's encountered. Shit! If only her father were still alive, she’s certain her life can't be as bad as its turning out to be. She could have ignored all their differences and requested help from him. But now, she’s all alone. The prices are called. Skyrocketing. It’s going just as planned. The speaker blares as the announcer exclaims at every raise. “a thousand dollar,” a thick voice booms. Sarah is tempted to look up. For the first time, she's hearing such a voice that begs to b
Sarah's POV "We couldn't wait any longer, Don. He was too stubborn," the biggest among the three men that welcomes her presence speaks.Her new captor holds dearly on to her but Sarah's gaze is fixed at the morbid body lying at their feet as she's dragged along."Discard the mess and clean your tracks," he booms as they walk into the lobby of a large mansion. Her breathing is tense. If only she could scream or run. Fuck it's pointless. Their hurried footsteps echo loudly. "What about Shanghai?" one of his guards call out from behind. He doesn't seem to stop walking fast as though there is something so important and they're late for it."Shanghai? What about him? Didn't he stop by?" the Don questions as they approach one of the flight of stairs that converge at the top, leading to the first floor. In front of her sprawls a large mansion, its railings gleaming like molten gold, and floors so immaculate they seem to echo her steps. The cream-colored walls play a harmonious backdrop t
Marco's POV "The damned money was supposed to be here before noon," Marco's voice slices through the salty sea breeze, his hair dancing restlessly across his brow. He commands the top deck of the yacht that belongs to Andrey, anger etching deeper lines onto his face."I've been occupied, " Andrey retorts casually. "Yeah, right. Occupying yourself with those skinny things. I really thought you had good taste," Marco sneers, his gaze a venomous arrow aimed at the bikini-clad girls lazing all over his brother. Andrey, ever the charming host, presses his lips to the cheeks of the women flanking him. "Ladies, care to continue our party inside?" he coos. Marco's fury now focuses on his brother, a desperate attempt to rein in his anger. It's only the second day, a mere forty-eight hours, and still no word about Sarah. And it's all Andrey's fault. "Oh, little brother, you're back sooner than expected. Couldn't manage on your own, eh?""You've forgotten your promise, Andrey. Or should I s
Sarah's POV The past forty-eight hours have been pure torment for Sarah. From a plaything, bought to satiate every dark whim of her captor, to a guinea pig, subjected to test the potency of various hard drugs. Potent enough to render her senseless within minutes. She doesn't need confirmation; she's an addict, perpetually yearning for the next experiment. But for some reasons, no one has come for her. She lies wasted on her oversized mattress. Naked. To quote the Don's cruel words, "Clothes are but an impediment."She sniffs hard, a hysterical cry rising within. She craves more of that substance, that tiny stash she managed to smuggle from the testing room now depleted. Madness feels like an understatement.Yet, there's one crucial thing the drug does: it fuels her craving, making her long for it even more. It grants her temporary reprieve from this unbearable reality. With every inhalation, she escapes to a glorious paradise. She surges from the bed, pounding her fists on the door.