"Come on! One more minute! Punch faster...faster!" my trainer exclaimed. I started punching the punching bag faster and faster, my muscles were burning with the exercise I had done. I swivelled and then kicked the punching bag on the marked spot… which was quite high today.
It s been two weeks since my 'named parents were murdered brutally. Since then, I have been training… harshly. I have no choice, time is running like water. I can t stop it. My days are now very hectic. I don t have mental peace, it s all because of Briana; I wish I could just pick up my revolver and shoot her right between her eyes.
Her forcefully taking my sister was a big mistake, she will realize it soon, I promise that. Oh well! How can I forget she tried killing me, she shot me on the left side of my torso where normally the heart is present but I m lucky; I guess? My heart is located on the right side of my torso. Thankfully, I would have never experienced the burning desire in me to kill a person and destroy an empire.
Those, Volkovs will soon experience my wrath. I will take my revenge anyhow! I m so agitated that I can t keep it in. Oh! How much I feel like killing Briana and her filthy husband who helped her. They freaking sold my sister for money! Money is what they want and they will die with it. I promise! I will burn their huge mansion and nothing will be left except for the burned ashes.
"Woah, Woah! Stop! Madison Stop!" My trainer screamed to stop me. I stopped and looked at him bewildered, he motioned for me to look at the punching bag; oops! The bag has a hole in it with its grains leaking like water. I gave him a sheepish grin and he sighed.
"You have no idea how hard it was to stop you," he stated and I walked to my bag placed in the far corner of the room. I took out my towel and wiped my face, and looked at the clock. It was already a quarter past seven am, I had about forty-five minutes to reach the office.
"I m sorry Derek for the damage I have done, I will pay for it with the weekly fee," I said and picked up my bag to walk out.
"No, it s fine. Many people have done what you did but they did not do it in their second week itself, I m astounded" he said looking at me intently. I felt uncomfortable and so I bid him goodbye and left. I hailed a taxi on my way back and reached my one-bedroom apartment, it s a small, warm yet cold apartment. Not that I mind.
I walked into my bedroom and selected clothes for work today and took shower. It was already a quarter to eight am and so I had to rush. I slowly jogged to the bus stop right at the end of the street and- oh no! The bus is leaving and I start running and thankfully the bus driver recognizes me and stops the bus. I get on the bus and thank him.
"Good Morning Miss Smith," a worker greeted me when he stepped into the elevator. I pressed the twenty-fifth-floor button. I was tapping my foot against the floor of the elevator until the elevator stopped and dinged, indicating to me to walk out of the elevator.
"Good Morning Savannah, I would like to know if Mr Volkov is here?" I asked her. She is the receptionist on this floor.
"Yes, Miss Smith, he is in his cabin and asked me to tell you to bring his coffee the moment you step in," she said.
"Okay, thanks," I then went down to the pantry on the same floor to make his coffee. I made it the way he asked me on my first day as his secretary. Two teaspoons of coffee with one cube of sugar, I wonder how he drinks this bitter coffee; after all bitter coffees are for bitter people. I walked down the corridor to his cabin and gave him his coffee.
"Miss Smith, I would like you to arrange a meeting with Mr Giovanni in my restaurant today at noon," he stated and I nodded. "Here, take these files and arrange the contracts in them chronologically, then you have to arrange the shelf with all the files today before we go to the meeting." he kept on saying and I kept on nodding while noting down my tasks.
Two hours have already passed, and I m almost done with my first task. I walked into his cabin with the files in my hand to arrange them on the shelf. The files were blocking my view and so when I opened the door to his cabin I bumped into someone, the muscular cologne of my boss filled my nostrils. Oh, wait! Did I mention that my boss is none other than the grandson of Sinister Volkov, the son of Vincent Volkov- Austin Volkov.
He is my first target. I need him to trust me to get into his Mafia affairs so I can know their weaknesses and attack them when I get the chance. I wouldn t have done anything if they did not kill my parents. My plan before their murder was simple, just to take my sister from them. But they bought this on themselves.
I was back from my thoughts when he waved his hand in front of me. "Huh?" I blurted out.
"Did you arrange the meeting at twelve, Madison?" he asked with a not so friendly tone.
"Yes, sir I have arranged it," I answered him. He nodded and told me to pick the files and arrange them. Bastard! He could have helped me, he knows that they are heavy. Anyways, it's a matter of time and then I would have the upper hand. I sighed.
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We are now heading towards the restaurant for the meeting with Mr Giovanni. When we walked in we were led to a private room and there sat a short, bald man with a grumpy face. Mr Giovanni. Two people were standing behind his chair with guns in their hands, bodyguards, I see.
"Let s get down to business," They started the meeting without any greeting, these egoistic men! The meeting was going well until Mr Giovanni asked about some shipments.
"E la spedizione che avrebbe dovuto arrivare la scorsa notte," he asked Austin in Italian. I see they don t know that I know Italian. I will enjoy this knowing they are oblivious about me knowing the language. (What about the shipment which was supposed to reach last night,)
"Quella spedizione raggiungerà presto l Italia, arriverà entro stasera attraverso la Costiera Amalfitana," he stated. I mentally noted down. Wait! What? Did he just speak Italian? Does he know Italian? Obviously, he does, he was the one who spoke not his spirit. (That shipment will soon reach Italy, it will reach by tonight through Amalfi Coast,)
Mr Giovanni hesitated before he said, "I Romano sono sulla nostra schiena Austin, mi hanno inviato una lettera di minaccia, dicendo che dovremmo interrompere ciò che stiamo facendo altrimenti-" he couldn t complete as Austin banged the table with his fists. What else are they doing? Other than illegal business? I have to find out. (Romanos are on our back Austin, they sent me a threat letter, saying we should stop what we are doing otherwise-)
"Altrimenti, cosa Giovanni?" he asked, fuming with anger while clenching his fists and jaw. I haven't seen this side of Austin in these two weeks. (Otherwise, what Giovanni?)
"Altrimenti, non esisterebbero ad attaccare I nostri magazzini nell Asia meridionale e distruggere I carri armati che contrabbandano merci nei nostri paesi," interesting, so these Romanos are their rival. I have to find out more about Romano. (Otherwise, they would not hesitate to attack our warehouses in South Asia and destroy the tanks which smuggle goods in our countries,)
"Enough! We will talk about this later," he stood up and left the room, I jogged to catch up with him. We sat in the car and the driver drove back to the office.
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I sighed, I m already tired, it's the end of the day; a quarter before six pm. I then have to reach my apartment to change and reach my next destination before eight in the evening. As I walked out of my cabin Austin was also coming out from his cabin, he looked at me and then motioned me to follow him. I did as he said.
"I will drop you at your place today," he said. I looked at him bewildered and tried to decline it politely.
"No, thank you, sir, I can manage-"
"I wasn't asking you Madison," he again stated. Yeah right! He never asks if he does it. It looks like I will save some money today. Not that I mind but still he is my boss. We reached his car and the ride was silent, not even a single person spoke until the driver said that I had reached my apartment.
It was a quarter past six pm, I had plenty of time to change and go to my next destination. I took shower then I wore my casual outfit. I wore lenses, a wig contrasting the colour of my eyes, and spectacles. I made freckles all over my nose and on my cheeks.
I'm on my way to destroy my other target. I will enjoy this, I won't kill them but I will take everything they adore from them. Money is what they run behind and that comes in through their only business. It will kill them from inside when they find out that they will no longer have butlers and maids around them to do the basic house chores. It will kill them from inside when they realize they would have to leave the huge mansion behind and live in a small house or maybe I won't even give them the chance to do that.
I just want to see that look in their eyes when they know they have lost everything.
I walked down the hallway to the master bedroom to give the coffee to the owners of this beautiful yet disgusting mansion. I walked with the large copper dish in my hands, the hallway was so quiet that if a pin dropped the sound would echo. This is the same mansion where once a happy family lived.A family in which grief, happiness, was shared. It was a family where the laughter of its members echoed in the whole mansion. If the family knew what was coming for them they would have done something to prevent what was meant to happen. Not once did they think what would happen if one would leave. They would have been mentally prepared. I think so…I sighed, you see, life is nothing related to what we want, it's not a fairytale, it's not what it looks like in movies, books, novels, etcetera; it's different, it's exactly the opposite of what it looks like. 'Always expect the unexpected I still remember Mrs Rae's words, she also said 'Life is not always a bed of roses
Several old, ancient buildings passed by when the car sped by. I couldn't enjoy the beautiful, breathtaking scene as the car was passing every monument at its full speed. Italy is one of the beautiful countries with ancient cities filled with history and art. I slid the window to let the brisk air fill my nostrils, the crisp autumn air came rushing in the car and filled it with its freshness. I looked at my boss sitting beside me and I just noticed that he was looking at me, From when?"Mr Volkov, how far is your mansion?" I asked him."We will be reaching in less than ten minutes," he replied. As if on queue I could see a mansion in the far distance of the field we were going through recently. We reached the compound gates and the gates smoothly slid open by two guards. Then we drove through the compound for a minute or two till we were right in front of the mansion doors.The minute the car stopped the car doors opened; I came out and so did my boss. The mansi
"What are you doing here, Madison?" Austin asked. I was in his room to keep a few documents on his working table, but I saw a locket hanging from the pencil holder when I was leaving. It instantly caught my attention and I pried to look further into it. I picked the locket and felt the texture of the circle pendant in the chain. It looked like it had some type of mechanism to open it as there is something with a sword shape engraved in it. It might be something...I looked at Austin to find him in his sweatpants, I think he was getting ready for bed. I kept the locket down back from where I picked it from. He followed my hand's movement and he stiffened that playful smirk that was long gone. I think I have brought back memories, very unpleasant memories for him. I wonder what happened.He was right in front of me, I was caught off guard, I just blinked once and he was already in front of me."I have asked you something, Madison," he said. I took a few st
Austin’s Point of ViewI looked out of the window at the lush green grass that is now hiding in the darkness of the night. I smiled thinking of what was going to happen tonight. I could have done that way back but I wanted to wait for the right time to come and now is the right time. My laptop gave me a signal indicating that Madison had entered her room and so I quickly turned and sat on the soft comfortable chair facing the laptop and looked at what she was doing at the moment in her room.She just came out of her bathroom after eating the leftover dinner. She was wiping her face and hands with the face towel when she entered the room then she placed the towel at the foot of the bed and stared at the lamp. I observed her every action through the camera I had made my men install in her room. It is a very small hidden camera, not easy to find. I have placed those cameras almost everywhere in her room with a few microphones here and there
I looked back at the screen when I heard a knock on the door in Anabella’s room. She got up and opened the door. I walked in on a maid holding a cup of herbal tea which I specially asked them to prepare.“What’s this?” Anabella asked.“Madam, sir has asked me to give you this herbal tea, he said it will help you to relax and sleep quickly,” the maid said to Anabella. She has to accept the cup of tea otherwise my plan wouldn’t work. If she doesn’t accept the cup of tea then I will have to use my other plan which would be noticed easily. The gas would be visible to her if I released it and it would make her suspicious.However, I did not need to use plan B as she accepted the cup of tea and kept it on the nightstand. She took her phone and was sliding through some pictures in her gallery and stopping at each one of them for a minute or so. I zoomed on her phone and was surprised to see pictures of her and Isabella wh
My revenge for the Volkov’s will start from today, in fact from this moment onwards. I am waiting for Jade to arrive at the café we decided to meet in. He said to arrive at half-past six and now it’s ten minutes past seven. I look around the café and I feel uncanny. I don’t know why but something is unpleasant here. There are a few people here in the café. Jade and I decided to meet at the café in the evening in lieu of discussing the contract and the plan over lunch. Now, here I am waiting for him to arrive.There is a man in black reading newspapers in the corner with a cup of coffee, I assume. He lowers the newspaper to pick the cup of coffee, he looks familiar to me. I have seen him somewhere but where? I look at him for a few more seconds then shift my gaze to the couple sitting at two tables to my left because I don’t want to look like a creep.The girl is laughing about something the guy is saying and their han
Just as I was about to avert my gaze a car zoomed past us. It was surprising to see another car on the same road as us. This route only led to the mansion and hardly any cars passed this route. The mansion was now in full view, it was standing in its full glory with light shining from the insides of the mansion. The gates opened as our car came close by and we passed through them to the porch of the mansion.I looked at my watch and the time was now five minutes to nine. I hadn’t realized that I was twenty-five minutes late from the time Austin had ordered me to come back. I walked in confidently, the mansion was eerily quiet- not a single sound except for the sound of my heels clicking. The lights were switched on but not a single soul was seen around. This was not the usual, it was almost dinner time and not a single worker was spotted.I walked to the kitchen to see if there was anyone in there but surprisingly I found that empty as well. I looked around once
I watch as the clouds come in my view and the land below me shrinks and shrinks. The view is breathtaking from this height. I look out of the window until the plane tilts to the other side and I can no longer see the land but the sky and the setting sun.I look at the figure sitting in front of me with a glass of wine in his hands and looking at me but his mind seems somewhere else. I wave in front of my face but he does not respond nor blink. I don’t know what he is thinking. I mentally shrug and let him.I don’t know what Autin has seen in me that he claims me to be his. I don’t know if he is playing with me or if he is serious. I wouldn’t mind if he isn’t serious but my heart does not support my thoughts, they go against them. I don’t despise it when he claims me to be his. I don’t hate it when he gets possessive and controls me and my actions.I don’t know what he is doing to me. There are many things I want to