STEFAN MCCOYMy knuckles were white on the trigger as I watched the man’s hard body as he walked slowly into the room, his eyes never leaving the gun I had pressed dutifully against his wife’s empty ass head.“No sudden moves Alexander or I’ll have the woman’s brains plastered across the floor,” I growled through clenched teeth as Alexander staggered into the room with his father and more of my men surrounding them.I had known something was off the minute I left the penthouse, even before the sound of gunshots echoed out behind us and I asked Markov to turn the car around.The white penthouse with its flashing lights and tall pine trees loomed as ghastly as ever, as I motioned the men every which way, feeling adrenaline rush through my veins when the sounds of gunfire exploded around the sides of the house as my men sniffed the bastards out like the rats that they were.“Please, McCoy, don't do this, My wife has nothing to do with this okay? I’ll, I’ll give you whatever it is you wan
FREDERICK“Die motherfucker,” I gritted, pressing my finger into the claw of the trigger and feeling the gun jerk in my hands, the impact pulling me forward so that I tumbled into the stone flooring.“Come on! Go go go!” I screamed through gritted teeth, waving my hands wildly at Darlene and pushing her around the car as she surged through the barrage of shots pummeling us and firing off a few more rounds as the Umbrella man roared with pain, tearing the knife from his eye with an impossibly loud sucking sound.“I need to get closer,” I hissed through my teeth as I rounded the bend of the car to meet Alwxander’s tense body where he was hunched, hiding from the rain of bullets with Darlene curled in his arms.I swallowed the bile that had risen in my throat, jabbing my fingers into my palms to battle the wooziness that stabbed the sides of my head and peering through the rim of black sedan to see that the man now had a gaping hole in one eye that still spurted blood as he glared around
DARLENE“Rise and shine sleepy heads! Breakfast’s ready!” Prince Charles’ booming baritone cracked through my skull before a wash of yellow light bored through my closed eyelids so that I groaned, breaking into a chuckle when Alexander groaned beside me.“Fucking hell Charles, did your parents not teach you to knock?” My husband hissed, throwing the soft white duvet away from his hard body and stretching to his feet to snatch the coffee mug the purple-eyed man held out like a peace offering in one hand, his gaze sliding over to me and darkening a shade before he smirked.“I don't believe they did,” He whispered breathlessly, nodding his head to the door where the strawberry blonde-haired man was leaning against the doorframe in brown capri pants, a pearly grin stretched across his smooth face.“Have some decency Frederick, my wife’s in the room,” Alexander whispered, scoffing loudly and sipping his tea as I stretched a yawn and shimmyed away from the bed to rest my head on my husband’
Darlene "Dad! I can't do this" I whisper shouted. "Why?" He asked, clearly confused as to why I wouldn't take his decision. I so badly wanted to roll my eyes at the fact that it was an obvious reason why I couldn't do what he was expecting me to. My father, Mr Bernardo had accepted a marriage proposal from the McKenzie's, on my behalf! Could you imagine my face when he broke the news to me this morning? "I simply can't marry man I have never met, I mean what if he's not the one for me?" I asked, stress evident in my face but my father waved it off with a flick of his hand as if to dismiss my obvious worry for nothing. "Is that it?" He asked me, I looked to mum who as casually knitting in her chair, squeak quiet almost as if she didn't want any part of whatever it as that my father and I had going on. Even though she was supposed to be even more engaged than I was. Mum had always been like that and my father and I had always been like this too. He would make decisions f
Darlene For the first five minutes, we sat beside each other on different stools without exchanging as much as a greeting. In fact, the only sound that could be heard inside the bakery was the sound of our teeth munching on the delicious mini salted chocolate tarts I had baked. And maybe, the sound of my mother's conscience calling her out for allowing my father sell me off to an unknown man in marriage; that is, if she was not here to try to convince me even more, on behalf of my father. She was the first to break the awkward silence, "You know we love you, right?" She inquired. Usually, when she asked, I had the answer at the tip of my tongue, but at the moment, I was not so sure anymore. When my mom realized that I didn't plan to give her an answer anytime soon, she continued, "Well, we do. Your dad... I don't know what has come over him but I'm sure he still loves you very much." I scoffed. "Really? If he did, I don't think it would cross his mind to sell me off. I don't t
Alexander "I will marry her, father. I will, I'm only asking for some more time." I pleaded as I stood before my father in the company's conference room. A meeting had just been concluded and all board members had evacuated the space, all except my father, my twin brother, Frederick and myself. My father had yet again, brought up the issue of marrying Darlene Bernardo, the daughter of the baker. I was not opposed to it, simply because no one could ever say no to my father, but I was only concerned about the time frame. I was definitely not in the right frame of mind to get married in the coming month, like my father had informed me. "You will be given no more time, Alexander. You are thirty already and I just clocked sixty. A little too old to handle an entire Mafia ring, don't you think? You need to get married, any time from now. The date will not be shifted any further." He spoke, a trace of finality laced in his words as he took a drag of his cigar and blew the smoke directl
Alexander I cleaned off the blood on my palms with a white handkerchief and my face also, after which I exited the scene where I had just shot a man dead, leaving my boys to clean up after me. It was a chore now, something that had to be done. This was the life I was brought up in. The life I had gotten accustomed to, the life I now held dear. The Mafia ring meant everything to my father and consequently, to me and my twin brother. It was our obligation to keep it running, no matter what. I slid into the passenger seat of my silver Honda Accord, having finished what I came into that neighborhood to do and my driver began to move the car. My thoughts drifted back to what made me finish off the man I'd just killed. He had been owing thirty grand for a year now, and he'd been running. If there was anything I detested strongly, it was when they ran around with my money. Like they did not know I wasn't a man of mercy. They always ended up finding out in the comfort of hell, I always
STEFAN MCCOY "Boss. We've got news" from where Stefan sat, in the midst of the girls who shaked their asses With seduction. Stefan kept on looking at the girls, clearly ignoring the men who had ripped bodies and were clad in all black. Stefan was on a whole different vibe, taking a drag from his cigar as he puffed on the ass of one of the girls who wore less clothing than a table top. "Boss..." Desperation evident in his voice as one of the men that stood still said, the one who spoke earlier, trying to get his attention. "Yes?" Stefan sounded even more sinister and more distant than they recognised. "It's urgent sir" the same man replied, still on the edge. "Isn't everything urgent?" Stefan looked dead at the man go stood good few inches away from him. "Sir..." He persisted, earning dangerous eye from Stefan "... It's about the chameleon" that got Stefan to stand up abruptly, even though there was currently a girl who was giving her all on top of him. He pushed he