EpilogueLuciano's POV I tossed on my shirt and stood up from the bed. While heading for the door, I wondered what good news Dante talked about. Presently, I didn't believe that good things could happen to me with how the events were turning out slowly. My life was already a wreck and I felt that nothing else could make it worse. "What's the news?" I asked tiredly, not even sparing him a glance as we made our way to the office. Discussing with my workers wasn't something I did in my bedroom. I felt that it was too private, and I didn't want anyone to feel special just because we conversed in my chambers. "I don't know how to say this," He chewed on his lips which irritated me. "Dante, I don't want to imagine that you made me leave the comfort of my bedroom just so you could show me how nervous you can be," I barked and he shook his head in disagreement. My patience was waning and I was ready to unleash my pent up anger on him if he wasted my time. "Dee has woken up from coma b
AMARA'S POV "Thank you so much for buying the house" I smiled "You can come by Thursday, we just need two days to move out". Woah! That was a great lie! The look on this man's face wasn't encouraging at first and I thought he would want his refund immediately. Just kidding, I already gave him his forged receipt and document of the house. With a wide smile on my face, I watch the man walk away in happiness. Poor thing, I am about to ruin his surprise gift to his girlfriend that would not accept his proposal until he buys his house. "They will learn soon" I shrugged. This is the third person I am selling my late parents' house to today and I can't help but feel somehow excited. Call me a thief because it's my nature and I can't change it even if I want. Not when stealing has become my only hope of surviving since I was fifteen. Let's start from the beginning, the very beginning. My name is Amara Zino, I am an orphan who lives with my only relative
Frankly, Everything sucks! Since my four months of working here, I can say I have stolen from at least ten people. I can't just stop, especially when I have to pay tasks, water bills, electricity bills, gas bills, house rent, and foooood! Adulthood is a pure scam, you wake up one morning and discover that you are owing a freaking 10,000$!!! Seating with a sad look on my face, I bit my lower lips, pretend to quiver them and it was working. The man suddenly have forgiven me and was begging my boss to let me retain my position but his Karen wife was something else. At some point, I wanted to kill her. Maybe if I pull her hair so hard, she would know better than to call me an Italian bitch. I know my accent sound a bit funny but saying it to my face is something else. She even suggested that they are not the first person I must have stolen from to be so skillful and not get noticed. 'Well, I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but you guys are not the first'
A week had passed and here I was, carrying my valuables which were my laptop and phone. Not as if I don't need clothes for anything, but with the money I would make from selling this ring, I was certain to relocate to Uk and do absolutely well. I will keep a low-key profile till I know about my environment before probably getting myself a car. Don't worry about college, I can decide to work on that or drop out. Checking the prices of that ring, I saw everything above 400 thousand dollars. That's a freaking huge amount of money! And even if I get 300 thousand dollars I will be fine. Very fine and I can be able to go back to Italy and buy my late parents’ house back. I will renovate it, make it bigger the way I want, and pay back those people I scammed. That means no more stealing for me even if I literally stole yesterday. That means more hope, I can go back to Italy and when I get disturbed, I can settle them off or even raise a case against them because I have the mo
Moving away from the tattooed face man, I grinned again. This time not nervous, but scared for my life. My eye kept looking around for anything that would help me; anything at all including me staring at where the sun doesn’t shine, you won’t blame me, I just want to escape even if I spend some time imagining how big and long it would be. When I felt he was no longer looking at my face, I inhaled deeply and dashed toward the door. Before I could get to the door, I felt his tight grip on my hair, yanking it back with so much strength that I felt it would uproot. I wanted to fight him off, to just scream and escape but nothing happened. I was paralyzed with fear that I felt myself become so light. More fear engulfs me when I felt the man’s warm palm holding my jaw tight for a few seconds before letting me go."Where is it?" His cold voice asked, "Where is the ring you piccolo ladro!" {Tiny thief}What! Did he just call me a tiny thief in Italian? I can't remember stealing from him,
The car stopped in an alley and as if we were waiting for someone, we all waited in silence.The driver soon began to talk casually to the sluggish man beside me. As they talked, I learned the driver's name or nickname was Dee. The man beside him was mainly addressed without a name making me wonder if he was nameless. Moreover, they were speaking Italian, making me a bit calm as if I was home. They were ranting in Italian about some random dude named Dickens making me a bit calm until they said something about his five years old child. "È stato divertente vedere il bambino morire dissanguato" The sluggish man seating close to me chuckled dryly. [It was fun to see the baby bleed to death] No way! They didn't just mean watching a five-year-old girl bleed to death in front of her father for fun! That was messed up! Even if the person did something bad, I do not support something like that. Even as I listened to them fall more, I could not help but glare at them and still remain
Driving into a mansion, I took my time to be aware of my surroundings. After Luciano and Dee had finished up with the dead body of the man they killed, they threw me back into the car and drove off. Getting to a desolate area, I thought we were going into another dimension as all I could see were trees, trees, and lots of trees. It was as if we were going into the middle of nowhere when the car suddenly stopped in front of a tent and went off. The men came down the car, totally forgetting about me until they got to the front of the tent and spoke with the person. I was expecting to see someone as evil as the new bass voice sounded only for me to see a handsome man dressed in a pink gown, black trousers, and a pink tiara. His hair seems high in a messy ponytail and he was holding his phone up to his face as if he was or is on a video call. “Don’t tell me it brings your kids to work day again, Luca” Sure that voice belongs to Dee, Luciano would have just
Those assholes still covered my mouth with that duct tape. That is so un-human. I didn't feel anything when I was been thrown into a cell-like room. It was dark, just sounds of dropping water or liquid, and a foul smell. I should be worried about everything but when I remember what I pass through in Italy; in my parent's basement, I shivered. No roaches, no rats, no mosquitoes here. I just lay on the cold floor, thinking about school. I can't get a carryover, but I need rest. Soon, I draft off, sleeping like a newborn. When I say a newborn, I meant I would wake up every twenty minutes to look around and cry for no reason. Then, I would remind myself of how I got myself into this mess and that I have made a deal already so killing me won't be necessary. That also doesn't mean I should sleep and have that evil-looking man point a gun at me. "Stop begging, we won't kill you now" Opening my eyes, I realized I have begged him not to kill me