The realization of Aslan’s death settled in, and Margarita felt a wave of shock and disbelief wash over her. Her heart felt heavy with sorrow as she stood before his lifeless body, unable to fathom that the man she had just shared such a beautiful evening with was now gone forever.Her eyes were swollen from crying, and her body trembled with grief. The memories of their time together played like a bittersweet film in her mind, each moment etched vividly, from the tender words they exchanged to the warmth of his touch.As she stared at his closed eyelids, she couldn’t help but wish for him to open them again, to see those hazel eyes looking at her with love and affection. The pain in her chest was unbearable as she thought of how close they had been, yet she couldn’t hold on to him, and he slipped away.The reality hit her like a crushing weight. She had been sleeping beside him, blissfully unaware that he was taking his last breaths. The thought sent shivers down her spine, and she f

Margi sat in her room; the memories of Aslan flooded her mind like a bittersweet symphony. She could almost hear his laughter, feel his warm embrace, and see the love in his hazel eyes. The pain of his loss felt unbearable, and she couldn’t help but wonder how everything had changed so suddenly.She closed her eyes, trying to hold on to the image of Aslan, but it felt like grasping at smoke. The regret gnawed at her heart; she wished she could turn back time and tell him how much she appreciated him as a new person.He had changed himself for her, wanting to leave behind a life of vengeance and darkness, and now someone had taken that chance away from him.With a heavy sigh, she opened her eyes, the reality of the situation hitting her once again. As much as she wanted to grieve, she knew she had to be strong. She had made a promise to Aslan, and she would not rest until she found the person responsible for his death.But how was she going to find the killer? The doubt and uncertainty

The road ahead seemed uncertain and dark. The headlights of the car cut through the night, illuminating the winding path before them, but it did little to dispel the heaviness in their hearts.In the silence of the car, broken only by the sound of the engine and the soft hum of tires on the road, Margi and Sarah couldn’t help but contemplate the shattered trust that lay between them and Dominic.Margi skimmed in her direction and knew how the pain etched on Sarah’s face. The dry tears and blank eyes were a reflection of the shattered trust that mirrored her own feelings. Looking at Sarah, Margi saw a reflection of her own heartache, and she knew that they both shared a similar pain.“Do you love him?” Margi asked, her voice soft and understanding, knowing the weight of that question.Sarah hesitated for a moment, her lower lip trembling with fear of revealing the truth. She squeezed her eyes and swallowed the truth without uttering them in words.Margi knew the ache of loving someone

The morning sun gently streamed through the curtains, waking Sarah from her restless slumber. As she opened her eyes, she saw Margi sitting beside her, her face filled with concern.“Hey,” Margi said softly, “How are you feeling?”Sarah mustered a weak smile. “Better, I guess. Thanks for taking care of me.”Margi nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of everything that had transpired. “Of course, Sarah. I’ll always be here for you.”Tears welled up in Sarah’s eyes as she looked at Margi. “I’m so sorry, Margi. I never meant for any of this to happen.”Margi reached out and gently squeezed Sarah’s hand. “It’s not your fault, Sarah. None of us could have foreseen any of this.”Sarah’s voice quivered as she spoke, “Will you ever be able to forgive Dominic?”Margi looked at her friend, unsure if she could ever find it in her heart to forgive the man who had caused her so much pain. “I... I don’t know if I can forgive him,” she admitted, her voice filled with uncertainty and vulnerability

The thick scarlet liquid dripped from the on the wooden floor, slithering down at the Master’s shoe. He finished, placed his cigar back on the ashtray, and looked sideways to see the lifeless body of Capo on his patio. His face twisted in disgust and anger. He looked at the man who had once been his friend, his ally, but was now nothing more than a hindrance to his plans. “Your blood stains my patio, making it dirty,” he muttered, his voice cold and devoid of any remorse.“I thought your son was better than you, but these Costello bitches always win the men with their charm,” he greeted, his teeth watching over Elijah as he made his way to the patio.“Don’t look at me like this,” Master rolled his eyes, watching Elijah’s judgemental eyes.Capo’s phone started to buzz on the coffee table, displaying the name “Samson” on the screen, but Master didn’t bother to pick up. He threw the phone aside, frustrated by the turn of events. His plan to defeat Decker and take control of the underworl