The funeral is finally just two days away. Maximo decided to get everything over with and announced his illness which has now worsen..That sunny afternoon some his members are present in his South Villa to prepare and discuss about the event.The Italian Mafia Boss only lean over the counter enjoying his glass of wine and his view. Before him is iris Saint and some other ladies from his organization having their best time. " I think it's high time Iris Join the organization. She's your woman and she knows our secret already. Isn't it harsh of you for rejecting her ? " That was Marco's voice from behind Maximo. He was smoking his cuban cigarette but also navigating, giving orders. Whenever Marco is around the Italian Mafia Boss is a free man. He would only sit and survey. " I don't know Marco. I feel she needs some more time. She is going to be my Signora one day, you know " " Yup. Our godmother. I have a feeling she will do better in the Mafia organization " Marco said with a gr

For maximo his time was put to a stop when the woman he love was keeping him out of arm length. He tried to get to her but she looks more terrified than ever and that compelled him to stop in his act.He was left in puzzle. Looking at her he realized she is shivering and near tears. " Iris " He mutters softly as he back off. He remembered they have had a nice time earlier and she has worried about him earlier too. " Iris what's... going on? Did I hurt you ? " His tone and expression were tender. He would be harsh on everyone but when it comes to his woman he always failed to be mean. He is worried already about her State. His eyes fell on her flat tummy and he cocked up an eyebrow. " Is it the..baby? " " No " She responded and slowly he let out a sigh of relief. He won't be sane again if his son is hurt. " Then what is it? Iris say something, I'm worried " She didn't reply but her cellphone rang out that moment and maximo's eyes move to it. A frown etch his feature when he saw

The night had crawl in and Iris still couldn't believe her ears. She sat on the couch in her living room. Though everywhere was furnished differently now she couldn't stop thinking about Maximo and the funeral. She hopes everything is well with him. On the other hand the thought of konstantin who had claimed to be living just block away wouldn't let her be. After being with her parents for some hours and never suspecting any suspicious act from them she began to believe the Russian Mafia Boss must have left all his fortune to right the wrong from the past. " You should go to him Iris. Konstantin is a good man. For weeks we have stayed in his care. He took care of us. At least you should show gratitude. That is how I brought you up my dear " Her dad said. It feels so strange now that they are urging her Forward to go unto konstantin. She wonder whether they know the whole stories about what had taken place in their absence. However thanking the man who had done well, sacrificing

The world of Maximo Santino was literally put to a stop at that moment. Never had he been so stunned or heartbroken. His eyes pinned on iris's. He couldn't look away. " You did what? " He asked again, desiring to be sure he haven't heard wrong. " Max... " " You did the hell what! " He thundered angrily, scaring Iris so much. She had no choice but to gulped down hard and then breath out shakily. " I was drugged Max. I...I didn't know. I accepted the drink he gave me and the next I feel was horny and ..."" How could you trust him with your health or anything? Don't you know who he is? Don't you know how deceitful he could he? " " Max I'm sorry " She pleaded helplessly. Tears trailing down her cheek. She is just so scared of his wrath and all. When he stood up from the couch and began to come over him, iris couldn't help but step back in fear. His eyes murderous and his jaw setting. " Max I am so sorry. I... swear to you I didn't know " At last her back slammed the wall and th

Marco alighted from the car that night and enters the large building of western Hall rent slowly. The two members upon seeing him bows and lead him into iris's room. The beautiful lady was in the bedroom, on the bed laying down but not asleep. " She is stable now " one of them Informed Marco who nodded gently in response. He slowly marched to where Iris laid on and sigh when he saw how pale she is. He informed the men to leave so he will be alone with her. When the door closed, Indicating the men's departure, Marco enters fully into the room. " Iris " He called softly and the lady turn around to stare at him uneasily. " Marco " She called softly, almost tearily. Slowly she stood up from the bed and goes into his arms to sob. Marco hugged her tenderly and kissed her forehead protectively. She looks so frail and fragile. Marco pulled back to stare a her wrist which she had slashed for the second time in her lifetime. " Iris..." He mutters softly. " Why would you try to kill your