UNKNOWN POVInfiltrating Xander’s main base was as easy as an a-b-c. For someone as savage as him, I seriously expected better. That plus the fact that oh-so mighty Cattanios were hiding here. But then again, men were bound to be stupid, as soon as they find ‘the one’. Seriously, I never really understood love and how it works. It just made everyone stupid!But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that, I was on a mission, and I had to make it neatly. Or else Boss was going to have my ovaries for dinner. He said that himself.“Food for the hostage.” I smoothed my apron before adjusting the big goggles on my face and making sure that the major part of my face was well hidden beneath the ugly wig I had on.The basement was heavily guarded, and even if I woke up crazy, I couldn’t possibly take the four giant men sitting in front of them. If they were two, maybe I would, but now, I was painfully outnumbered. I had to play this by the brain. The guards eyed me suspiciously from head to toe, and

VERNERO POVClosing my phone, I looked around at the small group of men who were going with me down to Mexico, getting ready and piling in their own cars. It was going to be a long day, a fuckin long mission of trying to yank the bone off the dog’s mouth.But then again, it was either this, or we were going to have to watch Oleg spreading his shit and not really paying for all the sins he had committed. I was Vernero for crying out loud, I made sure to punish the sinners and delivered them safely to the land of Hades. Although things do get messy from time to time, but I fuckin’ take pride in what I do.The devil should fuckin’ kow-tow and express his heartfelt gratitude.“Ready to rock and roll?” Xander stepped out of the house, looking… relaxed. He was fuckin dressed in jeans while I was clasped with gun belts and knives beneath the black suit I was wearing. Did he think we were going to some sort of a fun play?“Are YOU ready to rock and roll?” I asked securing the straps of my glo

XANDER POV‘THIS IS JAMES FRANCO REPORTING LIVE FROM FIGUEROA STREET, LOA ANGELES WHERE THERE HAS BEEN REPORTEDLY, AN ACT OF TERRORISM,“Man you gotta see this.” I shifted in my chair slightly so Vernero who was sitting opposite me, could see from the tablet in my hand.‘THE BIGGEST ORGAN BANK IN CALIFORNIA WAS REPORTEDLY SET ABLAZE NOT LONG AGO, AND THE FIREFIGHTERS ARE TRYING ALL IN THEIR POWER TO SAVE THE BUILDING, AND LIVES TRAPPED INSIDE. SO FAR, THERE HAVE BEEN ZERO RESCUES. THE SOURCE OF THE ACCIDENT HAS NOT BEEN FOUND, BUT THE NEARBY WITNESSES REPORTED AN UNUSUAL ARRIVAL OF MEN DRESSED IN BLACK, WHO LOOKED SLIGHTLY OUT OF PLACE. RIGHT NOW, THE POLICE ARE WORKING TOGETHER WITH THE AUTHORITIES TO NAIL DOWN…’Not wanting to hear any word any longer, I shut the tablet and threw it on the other seat, then glanced ahead where Vernero stared with wide, unreadable eyes. I looked at the rest of the cabin to find people staring at their phones as they listened to what the news had to sa

LEIGH-ARI POVTime seemed to be having a mind of its own because like the wind, two days had gone by since the boys went on the adventure of their own. And of course, the tabloids and the rest of America were still shaken by the bombing of the organ bank. It was a whole uproar and the case was forwarded to the higher-ups since they suspected an act of terrorism.To add fuel to the burning fire, I anonymously tipped the FBI and the CIA with the photos of Julia and the ones of Oleg I found online. Thanks to Robert, the whole thing became a very big deal.It is funny how everything was in this country. People died in the streets in the pool of their own blood. But if anyone whispered something about terrorism, I tell you, even the president himself got onto his feet and said something. It was crazy! And it was none of my business now that I had the higher-ups handling Oleg on some national level. He was as good as dead because they were hunting him and his bimbo of a wife like dogs.On t

LAURA POVSix pairs of eyes glared back at me intently, as everyone waited patiently to hear what I had to say to hear just what I had to say. The whole room was in golden silence and I could literally hear the rapid drumming of my heart in my ears. The atmosphere was so repressive that I felt like I was a docile, meek, and defenselessly small prey among a group of beastly predators. I opened my mouth to say something, but words seemed to be stuck below the giant lump in my throat because all I wanted to do was give a brief explanation without sounding a tad bit afraid or even scared, I mean be a badass and shit.But instead, a squeal that resembled one of a mouse that just got its foot clamped by a trap wrenched itself from my mouth. I wasn’t entirely sure if humans were species that knew all the hidden dimensions of fear, but right at that moment, with me under their penetrating watchful gazes, I felt like I was going to pee, or rather, the solid ground beneath my feet could split