Adriano's P O V.The heavy and bitter taste of regret lingered in my throat the entire afternoon and all I did was brush through my hair in frustration with my fingers as I paced about my office unsure of how best to eliminate the strong emotion. I really shouldn't feel this way. She called it upon herself when she dared to slap me. Not a soul has ever had the effrontery nor the nerve to even so much as think about it. Yet, she did it without hesitation. I should be pissed! I should have her severely punished! but whenever I feel anger stirring up inside of me, I get reminded of the weak look in her eyes when I gripped her throat. Her eyes silently pleaded for mercy but I was too adamant to listen and now it haunts me. I convinced myself if she didn't have my wife's face, I wouldn't feel a bit remorse. Not even in the slightest. Thanks to that face of hers, she gets away with a lot of things around here. "Boss?" I heard a voice call from right inside my office and my head sn

Adriano's P O VI had always watched the sunrise almost every day for many years because it's like when I go to sleep, I'm never really asleep but just there in bed, switched off mind and eyes wide open through out the dark hours of the night and so watching the sunrise wasn't anything special to me as it had become a normal thing but this morning was different. I spent the remaining hours of the night longing for daylight after my session with the prisoners I had thrown in the cell. After two hours of grilling and torture, the youngest and clearly the most inexperienced of them all chose the smart option which was to give me the information I needed to hear. The others gasped at his betrayal and gave him looks that meant he was choosing the wrong path but the young lad obviously had his mind made up because he paid their silent reproach no attention and yet swore to speak the truth. I didn't want the judgemental glares from his accomplices cause him to withold any necessary piece

Jaselle's P O VWith conflicted emotions in my already pounding chest, I ran down deeper into the dark, with my pace increasing anytime I thought I heard a gunshot or an animal Howl at me which I hope are just a sick part of my imagination, because imagine escaping Adriano's clutch to get eaten by a wild animal. The Horrific Tragedy! My legs were starting to grow weary of running but I was too scared to stop. I also felt a sting of regret about not being able to snatch something out of the fridge while I had the chance. My stomach growled in response while my memory flashed back to the fat Sausage roll I nearly grabbed out of the fridge before I realized my golden opportunity. My itchy outfit choice I found tolerable a while back wasn't as tolerable anymore and since my top was so short that it couldn't meet the band of my pants, I had to hold my hand over my exposed belly to block the harsh breeze from making any further impact. I swear I could hear voices all around me and In my