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
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POVWhen Rosalie finally replied my texts I had almost fallen asleep. Apparently Sam had spilled his guts to her, and she had still accepted him. Unfortunately he had been called back to Russia by his father, Diego’s right hand.Great. My sister and I had scored the Boss family of the Russian mafia. How did we get so lucky? I rolled my eyes alongside the heavy sarcasm.Rosalie had also spilled her guts to him. Not everything though, just what she felt he needed to know. When she turns sixteen, she and her gang will be transferred to Spain where their training would continue. This was so they could start running the Spanish mafia when she turns eighteen.If my dad didn’t get through to Diego, Sam and Rosalie getting married might just solve the problem. They would just have to wait until they were old enough. Eighteen and fourteen had an age gap when you thought about it, but it really wasn’t that huge.Fuck! My fourteen years old sister was in love with an
NEVADA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA: DIMITRI’S POVIt was almost nightfall by the time we made it to Vegas. Sam and I visited our favourite strip club to blow off some steam. The inside was already bursting with life, music, and dance when we got in. From past experiences I knew this was only the beginning, the actual fun was yet to come.Sam paid for a VIP seating so he could have a better view of the stage, and drinks at his disposal. He wasn’t here to cheat on his girlfriend. Well, I needed to get over the unforgettable moment I had spent with a certain blonde. I needed to fuck someone.I told Sam to give me a call when he was ready to leave, and left to go rent a champagne room. I paid for an exotic entertainer, and asked the server to leave us alone after he had poured me a glass of champagne. I held the glass in one hand as I sat in the large couch with my limbs spread open.The brunette gave me a lap dance in her intricate revealing black lingerie and red platform heels. I wasn’t
LONDON, ENGLAND: ISABELLA’S POV“Dimitri has not signed the contract yet. There will be no partying until he has done so, and I do hope that he does not.” I told them, and dropped unto my bed.“Huh, wait, so it’s not a joke.” Jasper spoke up, and I groaned loudly in response.I really wished it was just that, a joke, but it wasn’t. My parents had literally put an entire institution on my head. One I wasn’t sure I could carry without losing my balance and falling.I politely told my friends that I needed some time to think, and they left my room one after the other. Edward however stayed behind, and turned to me.I sat up to look at him, his expression was unreadable. He didn’t like this, but even if I wasn’t getting married to Dimitri, he till didn’t have a chance with me.“So this is it then, no turning back?” He enquired, not taking his eyes off me.“My mum threatened to kill Laurent.” I whispered.“Then let him die. Bella, your freedom and sanity is much more important.” He snapped