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****With a burst of strength, I forcefully swung open the front door to my house, still panting hard from running all the way home. "Oh, shit!" I exclaimed in shock, my heart racing as I desperately hoped my parents weren't home. Gasping for breath, I entered the house.However, as I stepped inside, a knot of unease tightened in my stomach. The air seemed heavier, and the atmosphere was charged with an inexplicable tension. I hesitated for a moment, my senses on high alert. "What the hell…" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. I was met with a chilling sight—a gun aimed directly at my forehead.I lifted my gaze slowly to find my mom and dad wearing deadly expressions. "What's happening?" I asked, utterly bewildered, my voice trembling with fear.How did they even get the gun? I pondered inwardly, my mind racing to make sense of the terrifying scene before me."Show me your hands!" Mom's voice echoed through the room, filled with urgency and fear, her ha
Alex Kova was in disbelief as he witnessed the entire estate of the High Officials engulfed in flames. Several months ago, he received disturbing news from the worldwide Mafia organization (WMO) about their plans to attack the military base and the cop's estate. Since the authorities refused to leave them alone, the WMO, decided to escalate the conflict by targeting the top military agents. Initially, Alex didn't take the threat seriously, considering his influential position within the organization. He believed they wouldn't dare take action against his community. However, he had forgotten that this community was not truly HIS own; it was borrowed. The next morning, he received a text message from the organization itself, boldly stating, "It's COMING." For the first time in his years as a high-ranking Mafia boss, Alex felt genuine fear, not for himself, but for his children. He couldn't bear the thought of subjecting them to this violence again. It would be death for them. Withou
*** As fear gripped me, I remained hidden under the bed, anxiously waiting for my parents to return. Sighing, “Just how long have I been here?” I questioned myself, “The gunshot seemed to have died down; does that mean the fight is over?” These thoughts swirled in my mind, but I couldn't muster the courage to venture out. Who would have imagined that the world I once admired for its actions could be so dangerous? Despite parts of the house being destroyed, it is currently in lockdown. So if anyone were to step in, I would hear it. Ah!, a realization struck me—wait! When I went downstairs earlier, did I look at the front doors? Shit…. The sitting-room door is still open, “I have to go lock it,” dammit. “Sophie, how can you make such a mistake?” I cursed at myself. Standing up, I ran downstairs. Blinded by my urgency to reach the front door, I failed to notice the commotion emanating from downstairs until I reached the middle of the staircase. Blue eyes stared down at me, leaving
As I plummeted through the air, I didn’t really care where I was landing as long as I escaped this dreadful place that was once home to me. Lifting my head, I found myself met with piercing blue eyes staring down at me. "I'm going to enjoy putting a bullet in that head of yourss," he silently mouthed. Without hesitation, I released my grip on the rope, landing safely in a flower bed below. Thank goodness for that stroke of luck. Our home, unlike the other houses on the estate, was the lone white structure that stood out, with beautiful flower beds adorning its surroundings and fences enclosing it. The front gate, serving as the only exit, was guarded by a few stationed guards. In search of cover, I positioned myself beside one of the flower beds, remaining cautious of the men within the house and the guards who blocked the only escape route. Taking a deep breath, I mustered up encouragement. "Come on, Sophie, you've spent years honing your combat skills. You know how to kick ass. J
As I lay on the ground, my life flashed before my very eyes.Was I dead, or am I dying?Shocked and gasping for breath, a chilling cold swept over my body, and blood splattered everywhere. Amidst the chaos, my mom rushed towards me, yelling and crying continuously. She was alive? Wasn't he going to shoot her and me?My eyelids began to close, and amidst the chaos, a faint laugh escaped my lips. "Mother," I muttered as I succumbed to unconsciousness.In the distance, someone desperately called my name. "Sophie!" Mom cried out, holding my lifeless or supposedly lifeless body in her arms. "Oh, God! Sophie, open your eyes. Mommy is here. Please, Sophie," she yelled, shaking me.I blinked, struggling to focus my gaze. "Mother?" I called out, confused and disoriented.Relieved, she hugged me tightly. "Oh God, Sop?" she exclaimed, tears streaming down her face."Wait, Mother," I said, still perplexed. "I'm not dead." I asked hesitantly. Then, a thought crossed my mind, and I blurted out, "Oh
Alex's shoulders slumped as he gazed at the motionless form sprawled across his bed. Regret gnawed at him, an unspoken admission that her presence wasn't part of his plan.Despite intending to move her to another room, his legs seemed to have developed a mind of their own.His phone vibrated, and he messaged Avanska. In a minute, the door swung open, and Natalie, Michael, and his second-in-command hurried in.Natalie's eyes widened with concern. "OMG, Sop? What happened, papa? Why is there blood on her body?" Her fingers fumbled, urgently attempting to wipe away the stains.Alex glanced at Avanska, a silent exchange that spoke volumes. "Don't ask," he snapped."I wasn't going to," Avanska replied, his tone measured."Yeah, you were just admiring my face," Alex accused, standing up. "When she wakes up, take her to your room. In the meantime, clean the blood off her body before she stains my bed with it," he instructed, his words carrying the weight of authority, before striding away wi
As his lips met mine, I couldn't help but let out a sigh. This kiss was way different from the last one—deeper, more passionate. Instead of pulling away, I melted into his hug. After almost losing my life, I just didn't want this moment to end, not even for a second.The idea of not being by this man side or seeing him again hit me hard, making me cling to him as if my life depended on it. I'd rather suffocate in his kisses than face a world without him. Each kiss felt like a promise, a commitment to cherish every second together.The fear of losing touch with him made this connection even more precious.In that moment, every heartbeat echoed the realization that life's short, but our love? It's anything but.Oh! If only he felt the love that I so desperately want from him.***Alex could feel Sophie's unspoken desire as his hands rested on her thighs. With a deliberate, almost instinctive move, he slid his hands up beneath her shirt, creating an intimate connection that spoke volumes
After that drama, Nat and I headed down to the dining room, and to our surprise, Mr. Alex was there. 'Great, how am I expected to eat?' I questioned him as I felt his eyes on my every move.Sighing, I took the seat next to Nat, saying, "Thanks for the food," as I dug in."You're welcome," Alex answered. Instead.I ate quickly and without looking up. It's weird; even with all the delicious food in front of me, I couldn't taste it. It’s little wonder if it was because of the eyes watching me.Sighing, "You should take it slowly; no one will take your food." Alex suddenly said:I stiffened at his remark and raised my head to find Nat, and everyone present stared at me, embarrassed. I feigned not to hear what he said and merely sipped the cup of red water. Next to me, but wait... "This is not water," I blurted out, glaring at Nat."No, it's red wine," she said."I can tell, but are we supposed to drink it?" I questioned, with the teenager crap and all."Yes," Alex replied instead of Nat,