PRESENT DAY
Klara
(Point of View)I look up from my book to see exactly who dared to disturb me on my day off and my whole body freezes in shock and disbelief.
As I stare into the greenish blue eyes of the man I tried to kill a wave of
fear begins to wash over me."Ad-adriano, y-you, your..." I stutter unable to finish.
"Yes, Baby I'm here" ” he assures, his accented voice dripping with the remnants of his Columbian heritage. Adriano smiles as he grabs my hand bringing my fingers to his lips. His action jerks me back to reality and slowly my shock starts to turn into panic.
No, no, no, he can't be here I think to myself, he's a week early! He wasn't supposed to find me, not yet! I'm not ready for this, I'm not ready to face him. No, I just need to get away from him.I stand up knocking my chair back and start to back away from him all the while watching for when he will try to stop me, but he just sits back relaxed,staring at me as I back away. Then suddenly my back slams into what feels like a concrete wall, but the two muscular men that take hold of my arms prove me wrong.
As they shove me back into my chair I lift my face up to look at him, my body trembling as I watch his smile fade and his eyes turn cruel. "Going somewhere sweetheart?" He asks, then cocks his head to the side acting amused, but I can sense the rage barely contained within him and it scares the sh*t out of me just like the first time I saw it. You would be afraid to if you knew him like I do, I mean this guy is f**king crazy
I need time to come up with a plan, I think to myself so I try to buy myself some time. Before I can even process what I'm doing I'm already flipping the cafe's table, spilling my steaming hot cappuccino on him.
I use the distraction I just created to make a run for it and put as much distance as I can between those men and myself, as some of them have already started to come after me. I feel the hot pavement burn into my feet as I kick my floppy sandals off. God, why I couldn't I have chosen comfort over fashion today?, I think, mentally face palming myself.In my race to escape I accidentally knock down a fruit vendors cart and an array of colourful fruit starts flowing into the street followed by small crowd trying to help pick them up. The furious vendor seems torn, trying to decide whether to avenge his ruined produce or save the remaining ones. Poor guy, I really feel bad for him but I can't stop at any cost. I have to make it to my safe house to regroup. The disturbance seemed to have caused enough of a distraction for me to lose my chasers. Finally I can come up with a real plan, I sigh, opening the rustic cabin doors of my safe house. My relief is short lived though as I am greeted by over a dozen Ak 12s all pointed directly at me. Bl**dy Russians!!
Adriano
(Point of View)"Why the f*ck are you just standing there?? For f*cks sake GET HER!!" I roared at my men making them flinch. By this point I swear all I could see was red.
There was no way I was letting her get away that easy. Not again. I grab my phone to check the tracker I had just placed on her when I held her hand, but before I can activate my finger print bullets start to fly at me.
One of the bullets slice through the head of my bodyguard, blood and brain matter splatters all over my face and coffee stained shirt.
This is turning out to be a really sh*t day I think to myself, while taking out my gold plated desert eagle, a birthday gift from daddy dearest. I fire several .50 AE rounds down range and start to make my way through the crowd of hysterical fleeing people to take out the guy who almost succeeded in killing me.
Using the crowd as a human shield I manage to evade most of the gunfire, only gaining a flesh wound to my upper thigh.My surviving men take out the two snipers shooting at us while I cripple the fleeing coward with two shots to his knee caps.
"He's Russian" One of my men tell me, "You Bratva motherf*ckers really know how to piss me off" I say to the man as I press down on his wound with my now bloody shoe. His face starts to contort in pain and I smile sadistically enjoying how the poor b*st**d tries to crawl away from me using his arms to try and drag his crippled legs. I signal my men to take care of him before breaking into a sprint after the girl of my dreams, just like the first time we met.
PRESENT DAYKlara(PoV)"F*ck my life" I mutter as a particularly nasty Russian kicks in the back of my legs.Once on my knees they use hand cuffs to restrain me. Oh god, how am I going to out of here I think to myself, but my thoughts are abandoned when a huge explosion occurs at the back of my " safe " house.Most of the men go outside to investigate the cause of the loud bang leaving only two men to guard me. Outside I can hear gunfire and then another explosion, this one is larger than the first and I can actually feel the vibrations through the wood panel flooring.I use the temporary distraction to attack the legs of one of the guards causing him to lose his balance and fall.He hits his head really hard losing consciousness and dropping his gun.I try to grab it, but his partner kicks me in the abdomen before I can get it. I wince in pain, coughing as he drags me back into a kneeling position and c*cks his gu
PRESENT DAYKlara(PoV)After over an hour of driving he makes me turn into what seems like the entrance of some winery and we start making our way through a narrow gravel road. A large house starts to come into view, wait no, did I say house? Sorry, what I meant to say was a large Ass mansion.I park infront of it and turn to look at Adriano. "Get out" he says rudely, jumping off himself. Once outside he starts texting for a couple of minutes before noticing I'm still in the car. "I.....said....get....out" he says slowly accentuating each word as if I'm a child. Annoyed at his antics I flip my hair and face the opposite direction, crossing my arms."Hello? Are you deaf, I said Get Out!" He says, obviously irritated at me. "No" I reply not saying anything more. There is no way I would ever let a guy treat me that way! "You know I can make you come out, right?" He sighs rolling his eyes. "You know I don't care, 'right?' "
3 YEARS AGOAdriano(PoV) NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS19:00PM"What's with this f*cking City and parades?" My younger half brother asks, making me laugh."What's wrong with parades?" I ask back."They block the whole bl**dy street! How the hell do they expect people to drive?" He complains, looking out his window. "You realise I'm the one driving, right?" I say, shaking my head."Don't remind me, you control freak" he retorts."If I had left you to drive you'd run over all the people." I pointed out"Damn right I would. Someone has to teach them to get out of the f*cking streets!"I laughed, knowing he was being completely serious. He's a heartless son of a b**ch, my half brother.Even as a child he lacked empathy, not being able to feel sh*t like a normal person. And whatever feelings he did have was beaten out of him by his father Stefano, my mother's second husband."Matteo answer the
*' In a minute !Someone's hate can be turned into love,And someone's love can be turned into hate,Always be aware of that ' - vaibhav *3 YEARS AGOKlara( PoV )NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS19:10PMOnce across the across the street I spent the next 10 minutes being ignored.Eventually I tried to make conversation."Hey Igor" I said awkwardly, looking at my shoes."Oh, hey Klara...I didn't even see you there" he replied, turning towards me."well, I just got here a couple of minutes ago....so-""Hey dude, check out that girl, f**k....did you see that ASS?!!" One of Igor's friends cuts in, completely ignoring my presense."Damn mann, I would totally F**k that!" Igor says, making my heart sink.. but for some reason my mouth keeps on talking, not wanting to shut up."So, did you see how awesome the parades were this year?" I say to no one in particular.I wait a coup
[The Beginning....]3 YEARS AGO Klara(PoV)NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS20:30PM"Get away from me!" "NO!" "I don't want to dance with you!" I keep saying to these really annoying drunk guys who won't leave. "Hey Foxy Mama, You smell kinda pretty. Wanna smell me? Hoo-hah!" Says one of the guys, pretending to be Johnny Bravo."No! Leave me alone" I say pushing him off"No need to be so mean, we just want to talk to you " says the guys friend, walking towards me.I start backing up, trying to get away from them when someone from behind me wraps an arm around my waist "where do you ththink yourrrr gooingg" the culprit slurrs into my ear causing me to cringe from his foul breath."Get off of me!" I say trying to wriggle my way out of his disgusting grasp."Don't worry baby the three of us are going to take care of you real good" says ' ' Johnny Bravo's ' ' friend as he continues to approa
PRESENT DAYKlara(PoV)"Klara just tell me what I want to know about the Bratva and this can all be over""F-F**k 'cough' Y-you" I splutter out inbetween my fits of coughing and choking."Ok, Klara bear" he says grinning evilly "if waterboarding isn't to your taste, perhaps a little electro therapy will get you talking" he continues winking at me."Adriano's going to kill you when he finds out about this" I quickly say before he connects the equipment."True, but Adriano is not here is he sweetheart?" He replies looking around "so, it looks like it's just you and me" I watch in horror as he touches two metal rods together creating a charge of electricity."Matteo p-pl-ease, don't do this" I say fake crying, "please Matteo I-I don't ...please" I sob exaggerating my vulnerability."Klara, Klara, Klara" Matteo says shakingly his head as he clicks his tongue. "This, this whole act of yours may work on my
PRESENT DAYMatteo(PoV)This b*tch f*cking stabbed me I think stumbling back while trying to pull the blade out of my shoulder. And how the f*ck did she get out of that chair? I wonder, lunging at her. She lands on her back hitting her head hard as she falls, obviously suprised by my quick recovery and attack.We viciously struggle with each other on the floor. Her quick reflexes and military grade attacks telling me that she's definitely been trained, probably by the same b*st*rd she works for. Sorry Adriano I think as I bash her head to the floor repeatedly causing a trickle of blood to roll down her forehead.Trying to stop the continuous damage to her head, she grabs the blade from me and proceeds to stab me in my stomach. Her eyes widen in shock when I don't react. "Sorry sweetheart, but your going to have to do better than that" I say, grabbing her by the throat and throwing her against the wall. I sigh, removing the blade from my
3 YEARS AGOAdriano( PoV )NIGHT OF MARDI GRAS10:00PM"I just got a text from the Romanians saying the shipment has arrived at the docks" I tell Guzman, my bodyguard and second in command after Matteo."The one we sent last week? Damn that Russian f*cker is fast!" Guzman replies, Looking at me through the review mirror."He better be for what we're paying him" I mutter, stroking Klara's hair as she stirs in her sleep. I decided to sit in the back seat to be close to her incase she wakes, which probably won't happen till tommorow. I know kidnapping her was impulsive, but I can't afford anyone calling the cops, especially with our shipment comming tonight.Besides I'll let her go first thing tommorow."So, what you gonna do with the girl?" Andres asks, annoying me."Whatever the f*ck I want, I don't see why it's any of your business!" I snap at him"It's just- she seemed scared and she wa