Marco's POVBasking in the unknown for too long can make him do things without thinking. The earlier he arrives home the better for him. He is half way home when a call comes in. A call from Angel."Dammit!" he breaths, controlling the steering wheel with one hand while contemplating on receiving the call. Angel is his subordinate. He could decide not to answer the call but Angel never calls except extremely urgent and it can't be goodnews.Marco has lived a double life even before his refusal to take on his father's business. His mother has warned him about walking his father's steps. There's but one exception that he can't afford to close his eyes to--Becca. "What's the problem" he says, as he hears the ragged breath over the phone."We have a problem. The food was hijacked. Master doesn't know but I fear he might find out...,"angel laments, with a shivering voice."Calm the fuck down and give me details. Who's involved?" Marco questions. He is uncomfortable. For every failed missi

Marco's POV How the fuck did she get herself into this? Marco is finding it hard to wrap his head around the whole situation. Sarah the nurse? How did she transform into Sarah the crack dealer? Dammit. If he was fast enough, he would have found out first. It would have been easy to clear out the mess. But, now that the Master is actively involved, he's sure as hell that he will be needing a greater force to get her out of the twist. The only person he can trust for that is his father. Shit! He still has an unsettled beef with his father. How would he open up and tell his father he's working for one of his enemies and it happened to be the same man that he sold his younger sister to.His father isn't stupid. He'll connect the dots and kill him for sure. Sarah is right behind him, in the custody of his ruthless Master, the same person that has made his sister's life a living hell.He won't dare lay a finger on Sarah. He will save her before it becomes another complex problem like th

Sarah's POV "We couldn't wait any longer, Don. He was too stubborn," the biggest among the three men that welcomes her presence speaks.Her new captor holds dearly on to her but Sarah's gaze is fixed at the morbid body lying at their feet as she's dragged along."Discard the mess and clean your tracks," he booms as they walk into the lobby of a large mansion. Her breathing is tense. If only she could scream or run. Fuck it's pointless. Their hurried footsteps echo loudly. "What about Shanghai?" one of his guards call out from behind. He doesn't seem to stop walking fast as though there is something so important and they're late for it."Shanghai? What about him? Didn't he stop by?" the Don questions as they approach one of the flight of stairs that converge at the top, leading to the first floor. In front of her sprawls a large mansion, its railings gleaming like molten gold, and floors so immaculate they seem to echo her steps. The cream-colored walls play a harmonious backdrop t

Sarah's POV The past forty-eight hours have been pure torment for Sarah. From a plaything, bought to satiate every dark whim of her captor, to a guinea pig, subjected to test the potency of various hard drugs. Potent enough to render her senseless within minutes. She doesn't need confirmation; she's an addict, perpetually yearning for the next experiment. But for some reasons, no one has come for her. She lies wasted on her oversized mattress. Naked. To quote the Don's cruel words, "Clothes are but an impediment."She sniffs hard, a hysterical cry rising within. She craves more of that substance, that tiny stash she managed to smuggle from the testing room now depleted. Madness feels like an understatement.Yet, there's one crucial thing the drug does: it fuels her craving, making her long for it even more. It grants her temporary reprieve from this unbearable reality. With every inhalation, she escapes to a glorious paradise. She surges from the bed, pounding her fists on the door.

Marco's POV It's not the most elegant of hospitals but that was the nearest place away from danger and Sarah needs urgent medical attention. “We really should be finding our way out of this place before they trace us down here,” Betty insists frantically, while Marco awaits, at least, a word from one of these nurses parading the lobby. “We are not having this conversation again. I already told. We leave only when she is fine. Like i said, you don't have to stay. Hit the road already,” Marco replies, his attention more on the ward door, wanting them so desperately to swing open with a glimmer of good news.“Wait what? You really think I came this far only to just let her go? And to who? To some random stranger who nearly got us killed back there. I mean what were you even thinking jumping out of the car like that—”The doctor walks out of the ward. Marco rushes towards him, leaving Betty behind.“Which one of you is related to Ms. Mayhill?” the doctor questions.“i am–”“I am–”They