Vincenzo sat in his office, his hands met under his jaw as he thought deeply of how things had drastically turned in a way he had least expected. Things were going perfectly fine with Freya under his custody, but then, all of a sudden she was gone without a trace.He recalled all Myra had told him, specifying the fact that Kelly has a hand to every thing. He blamed himself for being blind and having a low understanding towards things that were meant to be understood without difficulty.Now he was beginning to see reasons to why Kelly had constantly wanted him to have another worker as his maid and not Freya. She had seen all these from afar and was doing all it took to avoid it from happening.Even his feelings, he had no idea about what he felt, what he needed. All he ever wanted was to have Olsen and take him down for good. To have his revenge and bring justice to the death of his only cousin, Dento.He rubbed his face frustratedly, thinking and rethinking over his thoughts. He was

Vincenzo's fists clenched tightly as he stood over Olsen, his face contorted with anger and fury. Sweat glistened on his forehead, evidence of the intense fight that had taken place between them. The room was filled with tension, each breath weighed down with anticipation.With a swift and forceful kick, Vincenzo delivered a blow straight to Olsen's stomach, causing him to crumple to the ground in pain. The impact knocked the wind out of Olsen, leaving him gasping for air. Vincenzo wasted no time and signaled his men to seize Olsen, ensuring he wouldn't be able to escape.As Olsen struggled to regain his composure, Vincenzo circled him like a predator closing in on its prey. He wore a menacing smirk on his face, relishing in the sight of Olsen's critical state. Without a moment's hesitation, Vincenzo unleashed a flurry of powerful punches, striking Olsen's face repeatedly. Each blow landed with a sickening thud, causing blood to trickle from Olsen's mouth, staining the ground beneath

(One Month Later...)For two months Vincenzo has been keeping an eye on Freya, he's been studying her every move. But when he noticed the Black Spiders were coming after him, he decided to have a word with Freya.Since Olsen was a very good friend of the leader of the Black Spider group, Freya is the only one who can talk to them, make them understand that he didn't kill Olsen.It was evening, and she was walking back home from work when a hand grabbed her to a dark corner. She almost screamed her lungs out but the figure closed her mouth with his hand.Terrified, Freya's heart began to beat heavily as she stared at the masked face before her. He took off the mask, and what burned inside of her was anger. Her fear faded immediately she stared at the familiar face before her.He lets go of her. "You monster." She cursed. "What do you want from me? To kidnap me just like you did before? Huh?""I'm not here to do that.""Then what? What do you want from me? You already killed Olsen, once

Vincenzo stood before Moscow, the feared leader of the Black Spider, he wasn't scared. Even with the terrifying appearance of Moscow, Vincenzo stood before him like he was staring at his father. The dimly lit room was filled with an air of tension as Moscow's piercing gaze bore into him. Olsen, his long-time friend, had been killed, and now Vincenzo found himself in the crosshairs of suspicion and accusation."Why did you kill Olsen?" Moscow's voice cut through the silence like a sharp blade, his tone laced with anger and grief. The weight of the question hung heavily in the room, and Vincenzo knew he had to tread carefully."Moscow, I didn't kill Olsen," Vincenzo said, his voice steady. "He took his own life. After all, that was what he wanted."Moscow's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. It was clear that the notion of suicide was hard for him to believe. Olsen had been a trusted ally, a brother in arms. The idea that he had succumbed to his own demons was a bitter pill to swallow."

Freya's body was rushed to the hospital. Meanwhile, Vincenzo had had enough moments with Kelly, and they went into a deep sleep on his bed, his hand cuddled around her waist.Not up to thirty minutes, Vincenzo was up from sleep. He made a phone call with his assistant, requesting he wanted to meet him in the warehouse. They both agreed to meet in the next twenty minutes.He dressed up, about to leave when Kelly asked him. "Where are you going?""I have to meet with Diego, I'll be back before night.""Okay. Be careful." She said,"I will."While he walked down the stairs, he was called upon by devastated Myra who was breathing heavily from the ongoing live news. "Sir. Sir, we have a problem." She complained."What is it, Myra?" He asked, reading her countenance."There's live news going on, I think you need to watch it." They both went to the sitting room. Vincenzo's gaze caught with the accident that had taken place, it was a ghastly one. "Freya came about an hour ago, she said she