MADRID, SPAIN: RENÉE'S POVIt had been three months since Charlie and I started dating.Yeah dating, you heard right.After he admitted that he felt something for me, he made it clear that he wanted us to start our relationship over normally. We went on numerous dinner dates.Although neither of us had said the three words yet, things were going greater than I imagined.Right now, I was on my way back from England. I had been gone for two weeks due to some mafia and related work, and I wanted to surprise Charlie with a visit as he wasn't expecting me to return till next week.He had moved out of the mafia base to his very own condo so we could have some much needed privacy.When I got there I quietly opened the door and tried not to make a sound. I headed for our room and opened the door without a second thought.My words got caught in my throat at what I saw.Sabrina had her hands all over my husband, and they were full on k-ki-ki-kissing.Suddenly it felt like I was suffocating, my
UNKNOWN LOCATION: CHARLIE'S POVI was seated in my jet, on my way to London. I needed to find mi amor to explain what really happened to her, she might not know it but she actually saved my life.What happened back at my condo wasn't really what it looked like, and I was going to prove to her that she was the only woman I would ever think of touching.I know she despises me right now, but here's my side of the story.FLASHBACK"Charlie, I'm back." I heard a shrill high-pitched voice. I cringed involuntarily.I sat up to glance at the owner, it was Sabrina.She was dressed up in an over-revealing outfit and had her face caked with make-up. My surprised expression morphed into one of annoyance."Get out! Now!" I hissed at her in anger and annoyance.I didn't give a bloody damn how she got in, I just wanted her out of my condo as soon as possible. She was unwanted here."Nuh-uh-uh!" She said in a sing-song voice, "I'm not leaving till my job here is done." She pulled out a gun I hadn't n
LONDON, ENGLAND: RENÉE'S POVI was in my condo, watching some cheesy romantic comedy and chugging down a tub of rocky road ice cream.I felt disoriented and all messed up. I was in so much emotional pain that I was numb to the brain freeze I got.I felt pathetic as I choked on my own sobs while trying to swallow a large scoop of ice cream. How it even managed to enter my mouth was still a mystery to me."Is this how your dad raised you? Seriously Ren. You're a mafia Boss. You shouldn't let something as petty as a heartbreak take you down."I glanced up to see Esme looking down at me in disapproval. How had I not heard her come in?Whatever.I went back to watching the rom-com I had picked in haste. I had been binge watching it for hours now and I still didn't know the plot or even the main characters' names.Esme was right though, this wasn't how my dad raised me. I was literally wallowing in self-pity and it was all because of that bastard.Esme, frustrated that I wasn't paying her a
RUSSIA, MOSCOW: 3RD PERSON'S POVDiego Volkov slammed his opened hand against his leather topped desk in frustration. He had to formulate another plan and fast since the last one went wrong.He just got wind of it that Sabrina had been killed. Yes, he had wanted the bitch dead but not when she hadn't completed her final assignment."I guess if you want something done right you've got to do it yourself." He mumbled to no one in particular.He crossed his legs on top of his desk and glanced up in annoyance as someone dared to barge into his office. He later calmed down when he saw who it was."Boss, you’ve got a message from Delilah." His right hand man, Mr. Petrov stated, stretching out a sealed brown envelope towards him.Diego furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but grabbed the envelope anyway. He quickly opened it and read its contents. His face brightened as he read.'Charlie is getting married, an actual wedding this time.' Diego processed the new piece of information.Mischief beg
MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POVI stood at the altar of the huge church, shifting my weight from one foot to another in nervousness and glancing at my wristwatch every five minutes.The congregation watched me in askance, probably wondering where the fuck my bride was.I had no idea why mi esposa wanted the wedding to be done in a church, but what mi amor wants she gets.The officiating minister stood with a placid expression but I could tell that he was getting really impatient.I ran my hand through my hair in frustration and glanced at the huge brown grandfather clock on the opposite wall.Mi amor wasn't here yet because she had some mafia work to take care of a few hours earlier, which bothered me. I mean, who tortures people a few hours before her wedding? The woman is a sadist.The entire congregation put on relieved expressions as they finally noticed her walking down the aisle with Mr. Taylor. I audibly gasped at her sheer beauty and the officiating minister straightened up from
MADRID, SPAIN: RENÉE'S POVGunshots, screaming, and running was all my sensitive ears could pick up on.Filthy bastards!Who dared to crash my wedding, Renée Taylor's wedding? They're all going to pay with their lives, literally.Charlie possessively pushed me behind him so he could shield me from the chaos ensuing. Like I needed it? Come on, I was the Queen of the English mafia.The officiating minister had already disappeared, and the congregation which consisted of men of the English, Italian and Spanish mafias were fighting back.Grabbing my hand Charlie dragged me to a corner where a brown door stood, without warning, he opened it and shoved me in locking me inside.I banged on the door."What the hell, Charlie! Let me out! I definitely don't need protecting. Let me out or you'll regret it." I screamed, banging harder.Oh forget it.I mustered strength and punched a hole in the door. Ignoring my now bruised knuckles, I passed my hand through the hole and unlocked the door. When I
RUSSIA, MOSCOW: 3RD PERSON'S POVThe furious woman slammed her fists onto the poor table in front of her. Her rage could be enough to send the table crumbling."I can't believe it. How could she have managed to thwart all three attempts to end her life? I mean, who blows up a church? She is as sadistic as her useless father." The woman all but growled.The man sitting quietly at the corner of the room glanced at the table she was banging her fists on with sympathy.The table, which was always at the receiving end of the woman's pent up anger, looked like it was ready to give up and give way."Like Diego stated once, if you want something done you must do it yourself. The Russians failed us. The people they connived with, Delilah, Sabrina and Leila also failed us. You need to take Matters into your own hands if you want the bitch dead." The man commented.The woman had been planning for years. She had only stroked three times, indirectly at that, but her daughter had always managed to
RUSSIA, MOSCOW: RENÉE'S POVFLASHBACK"Hey Ren, which one looks better on me? The red one, or the black one?" Mandy asked.She was holding two identical negligees but with a different colour each.I shrugged while typing away on my phone. I did not really give a fuck. She could buy both, why choose?The girls dragged me here for a girls' hang out because they thought I worked too hard and needed to loosen up and have fun.I didn't want to be anywhere near here, specifically the store we were currently in. Victoria's Secret. Being in a store like this made me feel extremely uncomfortable."Don't pay her any attention. Ren is just being...well, Ren. I personally think the red one is better." Esme commented.I could literally sense the look of disapproval she shot at me. I decided to also not pay her any attention, and continued typing away."I'll just take this. Thank you very much." Someone voiced out.And before I could protest, my phone was successfully pried out of my steel grip by