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THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 59:{ Alvar}
{Abebi} The night sky stretched out above us, its vast expanse adorned with a tapestry of twinkling stars. The moon, a radiant crescent, cast a soft glow upon the world below. Shadows danced playfully across the landscape as we navigated the winding road, our headlights piercing through the darkness.The air was crisp and filled with a sense of anticipation, blending with the scent of pine trees that lined the roadside. The occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl created an eerie symphony, heightening our senses and reminding us of the clandestine nature of our journey.As I glanced upwards, my gaze fixed on the stars that seemed to shimmer with secrets. They held an otherworldly allure as if they, too, were witnesses to the trials and tribulations we faced. Each twinkling light felt like a guiding beacon, offering solace and reassurance in the midst of uncertainty. We arrived at the imposing mansion, and the gates swung open, revealing the grandeur that lay beyo
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 60:{ more deals}
{ Mac Allister}I woke up to the gentle touch of the morning sunlight streaming through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. As I stirred from my slumber, my eyes met Abebi's, and I couldn't resist leaning in to give her a tender kiss. Her soft smile conveyed her well wishes for the morning, and with a lingering gaze, I left the room, my mind buzzing with anticipation of the day ahead.Entering the spacious sitting room, my attention was drawn to Alvar, a familiar face in this enigmatic mansion. I greeted him with a nod, acknowledging his presence and the connection we shared."You're awake," Alvar said, his tone carrying a hint of relief. I returned the greeting, "Good morning," and settled into a milk-coloured chair facing Alvar. His gesture of offering me a cigarette was a silent invitation for us to share this moment, and I accepted, appreciating the camaraderie that unfolded in the curling smoke.Alvar's inquiry about my arm brought my attention to the injury sustained
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 61:{ De Mask}
{Abebi}Alvar and Mac Allister strolled off to explore the town, leaving Chiara and me behind with the antiques. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. There was something about Chiara's mask that intrigued me, and I couldn't let go of my curiosity."It's been two days, and I had seen you with the mask," I remarked, my voice tinged with concern.Chiara shrugged nonchalantly and replied, "I like it on my face like that."But her response didn't sit right with me. There was an air of sadness in her voice, a hidden pain that she was trying to conceal. I couldn't let it go any longer, so I gently touched her mask and urged, "Is there something you aren't telling me, Chiara?"Chiara's eyes flickered with a mix of fear and hesitation before she sighed as if resigning herself to the truth. Reluctantly, she allowed me to remove the mask, revealing a face that was swollen and reddish, bearing the marks of abuse."Oh my gosh," I gasped, my heart sinking as I took in the sight before me.
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 62:{ Her death}
{Abebi} Mac Allister parked the car. I couldn't help but notice Madame Beatrice's presence, sitting in her wheelchair with a seemingly harmless smile on her face. Her right-hand woman stood next to her, radiating an air of loyalty and intrigue. Isabella, dressed elegantly in a blue gown, stood nearby, her eyes filled with curiosity.My heart skipped a beat as I remembered the task I had been assigned - to eliminate Madame Beatrice. The weight of the impending task pressed upon me, knowing that time was ticking away, and I had only four hours to fulfil my duty."Welcome home, son," Madame Beatrice greeted Mac Allister, embracing him tightly. Their bond was undeniable, rooted in blood and history. I observed them, the complex dynamics of their relationship clear in their embrace.Madame Beatrice's gaze then shifted towards me, curiosity twinkling in her eyes. "And who is this one?" she inquired, directing her question at Mac Allister. His response was swift and concise, introducing m
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 63:{ Burial rite}
{Mac Allister} I felt a strange sensation in my chest as Abebi buttoned up my black suit. Today is a day that would be etched in my memory forever, a day that demanded strength and composure. I looked into Abebi's eyes, their green depths reflecting a mixture of concern and support."I need you to be strong today," Abebi said,her voice filled with quiet resolve. She adjusted my tie with care, her touch a reassuring anchor amid emotional turmoil."I've decided to cremate her," I finally voiced my decision, my voice tinged with sadness. "I want to hold her ashes with me until I leave this world, too."Abebi's expression mirrored the weight of my decision, yet they remained steadfast in their support. We walked outside, the weight of the moment palpable in the air. A black limousine awaited us, a symbol of sombre dignity. Madame Beatrice's body was already inside, accompanied by Isabella, Jane, and our private security team.Inside the sombre confines of the limousine, my phone ran
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 64:{ Gamer}
{Abebi}My number one enemy had successfully been eliminated. I sat on the soft chair, knitting a baby wear. I know I will need it in five-months' time. I was four months pregnant.Suddenly, out of nowhere, Mac Allister stormed into the room, his anger palpable in the air, and my heart raced with fear.He approached me, his face contorted with fury, and slammed a tiny glass bottle onto the wooden table. My eyes widened as I looked at the mysterious object, not comprehending its significance."Explain this," he demanded, his voice seething with anger. Trembling, I stammered, "I know nothing about this." Fear laced my voice as I struggled to make sense of the situation.Mac Allister's rage only intensified as he shouted for Isabella, who hurried to his side. In her presence, I hoped for some clarity, an explanation that would absolve me of any suspicion."Tell her what you told me," Mac Allister commanded, his voice commanding and cold. Isabella hesitated for a moment, her eyes dartin
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 65:{ last prayer}
{ Abebi}The room exuded an air of secrecy, its circular shape enclosing us in an atmosphere filled with anticipation. A large round table dominated the centre, cluttered with stacks of cardboard and papers. A single bulb dangled from above, casting a dim light that added to the clandestine ambience.I sat on a slightly sloping chair, my eyes fixed on Mac Allister as he immersed himself in a call with his spy strippers. He uses it as a source to gather information about their husbands, the formidable Mafia Dons. It had been an excruciating wait of over forty minutes, with Mac barely acknowledging my presence. But finally, he turned his face towards me, breaking his focus on the call."Sorry for my lack of responsiveness," Mac Allister said, finally acknowledging my presence. His voice was tinged with a touch of indifference. I couldn't help but feel a slight pang of annoyance, but I maintained my composure."What's going on?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.Mac Allister leaned back i
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 66: {hard men die hard: I}
{Abebi}{the next day, 9:00 am)The night enveloped the city; the moon casting its radiant glow upon the streets. The neon sign at the top of the club, with its ever-changing colors of blue, green, and dark red, proudly displayed the name "Soserggio" for all to see.Sitting in the car's backseat, I observed the scene unfolding before me. Tony, focused on the task at hand, skillfully maneuvered the vehicle while Mateo sat in the front seat, his gaze scanning his surroundings. The anticipation in the air was palpable as we approached our destination."Here's a good parking spot," Mateo remarked, guiding Tony to a spot beneath a towering mango tree. As we stepped out of the car, I took a moment to observe the club's entrance. People dressed in alluring attire slowly made their way inside. A muscular bouncer diligently searched each person, ensuring their safety and the integrity of the establishment.Pointing towards a figure in a red suit, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, I whispere
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