RENÉE'S POV: ENGLAND, LONDONI was at a well-known pizzeria down the street from Sole and Jack's home. The girls and I were having a girls' hang out while the guys and the kids were all huddled up in Mandy and Mike's home."How do you think the guys are doing?" Esme asked.Esme and Carlisle had arrived from Spain with their kids for a vacation at my place.To say my daughters were ecstatic to see the boys was an understatement. They had boyfriends for Christ's sake. I was beginning to fear that both my daughters had inherited their dad's fuckboy nature."Hmm! From the number of times John has called me, I'd say pretty badly." Jackie answered.The girls and I thought it wise for all of us to switch off our phones, save for Jackie so that we wouldn't be disturbed.The guys boasted that they could take care of the kids without us better than we could without them, and we obviously didn't agree. So they decided to use today to prove us wrong and them right.Now it hadn't even been three h
ENGLAND, LONDON: RENÉE'S POV"Why don´t we call William and Clifford to find out from them?" I suggested when we run out of possible solutions to our current problem.Clifford as you all know, is my jet's pilot, and William is the kids' personal driver. He drives them over to anywhere they want to go."Nah! I don't think William will have the slightest clue about the kids' whereabouts. He's on vacation in Hawaii, which leaves Clifford." Mandy replied."Great, I'll call him." Sole offered, switching on her phone and dialling his number.He picked up on the fifth ring, which was so unlike him."Hello, this is Clifford at your service. How may I help you Mrs. Rogers?" He asked politely, with his usual practiced lines."Hey Clifford. Do you by any chance know where our kids are?" Esme asked the question lingering in the atmosphere."I'm sorry Mrs. Smith, but I do not know where your kids are." He replied.I had no idea why, but I had a strong feeling that he was lying."Clifford, if you v
SPAIN, MADRID: CHARLIE'S POVThis time, the whole gang including our kids were in Madrid to celebrate my mum's birthday. She just turned... Okay, I kind of lost count, but who cares?"Happy birthday to you..." The kids sung in unison as my parents and the others smiled adoringly at them.I rolled my eyes when mum started to open the gifts one by one and took pictures with each child for memories. This birthday party was taking much longer than it was supposed to.I walked over to mi esposa who was looking way too comfy giggling at whatever Liam was saying. She was my wife for Christ's sake. Maybe if he and his woman hadn't split up, I wouldn't be this possessive."Hey mi amor, should we get going?" I asked, glaring at Liam.He understood that my glare was telling him to 'fuck off', and he quickly disappeared. After he excused himself, I went back to looking adoringly and lovingly at my wife."Okay. I'm going to pretend that I didn't just see you act all jealous. I'm also going to pret
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POVBlood oozed out of my broken nose. I wasn’t even sure if I wasn’t tied up I would be able to wipe it off. I was physically and emotionally drained. I couldn’t come to a decision on what hurt more. The injuries inflicted on my body, or the fact that it was the guy I called a boyfriend who was doing this to me.Laurent and I had been dating against my parents’ wish since I was twelve. As a kid I’d had a huge crush on one of my close friends, Edward Smith. Then reality hit me like a brick wall, and I realised I wasn’t so great at long distance relationships.Even with an English last name, he was of Spanish descent. He chose to remain in his homeland over staying here in London with me. I was so hurt, I begun dating Laurent who showed an interest in me just to spite Edward.Eventually, Laurent had helped me to forget about my feelings for Edward. I had grown to love him back. We became the perfect couple, staying together no matter what happened.What did
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POVMy parents had my gang eliminating members of the Russian mafia one by one, whenever they made the mistake of entering our territory. We had killed more than ten Russians in the last two months, but they still kept coming. I guessed they had the numbers too much to care about the deaths.After a battle with them that ended in the Russian mafia losing a quarter of their men, they’d backed off. Now it seemed like they’d grown tired off staying away, putting my parents on their guard.In the beginning we were to bring them back alive for torture, but when my parents failed in getting anything out of them, we were ordered to kill them on sight.“Dimitri Volkov. Twenty-one, tall, muscular, black hair, dark brown eyes, Russian.” Noah read out loud, “And he’s here…” He trailed of in surprise.What? That couldn’t be right. What would our target be doing here at our school? He couldn’t possibly be a student. Wait a minute. Dimitri Volkov? Fuck, no! This couldn’t
LONDON, ENGLAND: DIMITRI’S POV“Dimitri, meet Isabella Rodríguez, my girlfriend.” Laurent’s last sentence drew my attention.Rodríguez? As in Charlie and Renée Rodríguez? It was at that moment that I begun to see the similarities between her and the pictures in my dad’s study. She looked like the female version of her father. She was beautiful.I could clearly see what my brother saw in her, but frankly she deserved much better than him. Unfortunately, I couldn’t say she deserved someone like me because I was here to finish what my dad started years ago. He wanted Charlie dead.The men Diego had sent before me had all been reported dead. The Rodríguez were doing a good job of protecting their legacy. My brother had been kept in the dark about the Rodríguez family. A precaution that my dad took to make sure he stayed alive while in enemy territory.Charlie’s wife, Renée, had a habit of monitoring her targets before sending out her men to take them out. If Laurent didn’t pose any kind o
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POVIt didn’t work. I wanted more of him, and it didn’t help that he’d settled into the chair opposite mine. I had a clear view of his gorgeous body. I could see that the feeling was mutual because he also couldn’t take his eyes of me. The sexual tension hadn’t cleared one bit.Would it if we ripped each other’s clothes of?I had this feeling that Noah and Jess had returned and seen us going at it, so they’d left again. They weren’t ones to interrupt such a moment, no matter how wrong it was. We’d definitely discuss it though, once they got the chance to bring it up.“When are you leaving?” I asked.What happened between us a few minutes ago just made it a lot harder to imagine killing him. Fuck, my parents would probably kill me if they found out.“In a hurry to get rid off me, I see. Don’t worry I won’t tell Laurent anything.” He teased.I rolled my eyes. Bloody hell, it just hit me that he was a grown man. He was fucking twenty-one, and I was only sevent
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POV My mum had got to be joking. Were they trying to make contract marriages a thing in our family? Merging the Spanish and English mafias wasn’t enough for them, they wanted to merge with the Russian mafia too?“No.” I stated.“What?” My outright refusal seemed to have shocked her.“I have a bloody boyfr…”“Who didn’t matter to you, the moment you laid eyes on his brother.” She seethed.I realised this was slowly getting personal. My mum had a strong dislike for unfaithfulness in relationships. It was mainly because of infidelity she and my dad didn’t get along in the beginning. They still ended up together, so I guessed he changed for her.“You do not get to guilt trip me with that.” My tone was rising at this point, “Whether or not Diego agrees to the merge, I will not marry a man I know next to nothing about.”“You do know the size of his dick, and how his mouth tastes. That’s not nothing.” You would have thought my mum wouldn’t have been able to say t