❤Nicolas point of view❤A quick glance around the surrounding making it familiar for me of why the place is like this. Basically a torn out castle, on the roof of which hundreds of men assembling. " Eagles" One of my men whispers in my ears making it clear for me, why the eagle tattoo is revealing in a good show along their forearm. "stiamo rispettando le vostre richieste"(we are complying with your demands )I say, just as an information to settle in their fucking brains. I could see one of their men, smirking.. guess he is the leader, I don't fucking care, what's making me calmer is the site of his skull being ripped apart and that pea sized brain being flustered with blood all over. " my khotim porty dlya biznesa" he says, without getting even a single word of Russian, I guessed from his expression, he is demanding for

Sofia:It's the autumn day and rustling sounds of dry leaves are echoing in my ears, giving a type of soothing effect . It's kinda satisfying that amidst all difficult circumstances how, small things give nerve calming effects to my ears.I was busy in my thoughts when I got a phone call, dad. I frown but after few rings I pick up the call." hello!"" detca, it's been months I have heard your voice!! ""no dad, it's been months since you called, it's been months that finally you got to realize that you have a daughter!!! "" so, you are mad at me??!!! " " no, why would I, after all I know, nothing will happen nonetheless what!! "I gave an audible sigh, and found that the other side is silent for a while."Cut the crap, Sofia!! why have you left the mansion!! " his voice was intimidating this time, and this is the only reason why, I hate my dad, he never likes my free

Sofia:Landing up in Rome wasn't an easy thing, especially when your dad's minions are everywhere around the international airports. My dad is a really an overprotective father, he tried to dig every single pithole where there was a possibility to find me. Can't an adult live her life peacefully without restrictions? A deep sigh escapes my mouth. The atmosphere of Rome isn't familiar. They speak Italian, most of the people. I can't interpret a single word out of it.I think I need to learn this alien language soon. I applied for a job, nearby, it's a cafe, I'll not be able to apply for any professional job until I get back my documents. I contacted my friend in Italy, he was my colleague when I was pursuing my bachelors in psychology. He assured me to get a xerox of my degree soon. so to clear my expenses I had to work.The people here are not  bad, they are not friendly

𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙖:Another month, and another set of bouquet and that too in Rome too, should I be feeling cherished that someone cares, Or should I be gloomy that someone is stalking. I think latter one is the better option to rely on. These flower bouquets are arriving in my place ever since I left USA. But the most unusual thing is why in Rome?? I don't have much friends in Italy, or should I say, about no friends in Italy. I am a simple girl. I just aspire to fulfill my dreams. But these flowers make me suspicious, that someone is stalking me. It's creepy, a lot. Everytime I think about it, my heart sinks on imagining different kinds of possibilities. Is someone peeping my personal life or more than that?? Initially when this bouquet arrived, I ignored it. Ignored it cause I thought it can be a sending mistake, or a coincidence. It's all mechanical, so we can expect mistake. But now, everything is different. I don

𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙖:You can't fight your demons, your insecurities lying there at your bed and doing nothing. I know what I'm doing I'm trying to escape this shit. The sadistic environment created in my mind can only be swept off through working. I just have to do so. I can't be there and expect everything to be alright. I started working in the cafe since three days and I'm feeling better. No distraction no insecurities, nothing just peace mind. I was working when I had a glance on him. Nico. Again. after so many days he appeared. I don't know but I had an urge to see him. His eyes have something in this. I ascended my steps to him. And he was standing there, not looking at me. Is he always like this?? Ignorant about the surroundings?? What's happening around is just untouched to him. I went near him, touched his shoulder an