(Lorenzo) I laid in my bed, a hand behind my head as I stared at the ceiling. I was thinking about what happened at that apartment some days ago. Benjamin Myers. It couldn't be him. Ben was dead, I watched him die so how was he alive. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Everything was spiralling out of control. I haven't even figured out the first problem and now I had another issue on my plate. That psycho who called wasn't Ben. It couldn't be him, someone had used his name to get to me. But what about the phone call. The voice sounded so clear, It couldn't have been some recording. My mind flashbacked to some years ago when I had killed Tolrez and had just started the McLaren Mafia. I was on a killing spree then, the slightest sign of betrayal and I'd have the person dead. Ben was my best friend and Margot's boyfriend. He was my first right hand man. Things were so good then. He handled a large faction of the Mafia, we were an unstoppable duo. We were both ruthless and cunn
(Mariana)I was getting discharged today. The nurse came up to my room. I stared out the window, depressed. I couldn’t believe I was going back to the hostel, after everything. All my chances to escape have been a bust. It was like the world was just against me.“Hey Mariana” she said. I murmured a reply not bothering shifting from my position. “It’s time to take your last doze.”I don’t answer or pay attention to her. She came closer and tapped my shoulder. “Mariana. Are you listening to me?”“Of course I can hear you. I’m not deaf.” I snapped at her.The nurse looked taken aback by my outburst. She exhaled deeply and sat at the side of my bed. “I understand that you’re frustrated. That feeling of helplessness is a fucked up feeling.”“It sure is” I muttered and combed my hair to the back with my fingers.“I’m sorry I couldn’t help you” The nurse said quietly. “ But they threatened to hurt me.”“It’s fine. It’s what they do. He holds power everywhere.” I rested my back on my pillow
(Lorenzo)I paced about my office, frustrated. Why was it hard to have one decent conversation with Mariana? It always ended up with us screaming our heads off at each other. We both had short tempers and once we were angry we just said anything to each other. I brought her over to my house to talk to her, make some form of negotiations with her concerning her not wanting to go back to the club but she didn’t want to listen me, she didn’t even give me a chance. I groaned in frustration pacing around my office. Everything has just been upside down lately and it has been really hard to focus with everything that has been going on. I’m still figuring out a way to get who is helping BM. I still don’t believe it’s Benjamin but that doesn’t mean I would underestimate him either. Giovanni barged into my office as usual.“Tell me something good” I told him.“We have another lead on the bombing.” He replied.“What is it?” He handed me a paper filled with information of a man.“Jeremy suthers
(Mariana)I arrived at the club two days ago and I was welcomed by Janet and Samantha. “Mariana!” Samantha and Janet squealed once I entered my room. They both hopped off the bed and jumped on me, squeezing me tight.“I missed you all too but don’t choke me to death.” I said when their hugs became to tight. They squeezed me harder before letting me go.“I’m so happy you are okay” Janet said.“Me too. We were so scared when we you weren’t back from the hospital for close to two weeks.” Samantha said “I was worried about you too Sam. Did you get hurt?”“Nothing serious. Just a few scratches here and there.”“The bomb blast didn’t reach the hostel either so we were bitge okay but you were so close to it. Thank God you’re okay.”“Yeah me too.” Physically I was okay but I was dying inside. I couldn’t stay here and I couldn’t escape either. I had practically lost all hope at the hospital. The club looked as good as new. Almost like nothing happened here. Samantha said Lorenzo made the wo
(Lorenzo)I was on my way to the club when I received a call. "Speak"I said"Boss we have the girl. She waiting in your private lounge." "Okay, I'm on my way." I said and cut the call. I've been meaning to talk to Mariana since our last argument. I needed to be more calm and reasonable when it came to her but it was easier said than done. All my emotions gets riled up when I'm around her, it's so hard to control it.I pulled up in front of the club and stepped out. Images of the explosion flashed in my head, the rubbles, Giovanni, Marianna. I needed to find the culprit fast. I headed to the private VIP suite which was located at the back of the club. I met the guard at the front of the door. He immediately opened the door for me and I headed straight for my private suite quickly avoiding any form of acquaintances because I wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. I walked into the room and was met with a sight of a sleeping Mariana. She sat on the couch with her hands crossed at the fro
(Mariana)"Is everything okay?" I asked Lorenzo when he was dressing up quickly. After the phone call he received, he looked worried."Something important came up. I have to leave immediately." He said. I just stood there as he rushed around the room picking up pieces of his clothing and putting them on. Once he was done he headed for the door, forgetting I was in the room. But then stopped halfway and turned around to look at me."I'm sorry I have to leave so suddenly," he said, his face apologetic. "Something really came up and I have to get there quickly.""It's fine" I said. I tried to hide my disappointment but I'm sure he saw it on my face. He moved closer to me and covered my face in his palm. He tilted my head fowards and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Don't be upset. I promise we'll continue our conversation immediately I get back. I won't take long." "It's okay" I said, my voice sounding false even in my own ears. " I understand."He looked at me for a moment,as if he wan
(Lorenzo)I arrived at the hospital not too long after Giovanni's call. As I walked through the doors, the familiar smell of antiseptic and floor cleaner hit me. I hated the smell of hospitals, it always made me nauseous. I made my way to the reception desk, my heart pounding in my chest. The receptionist looked up at me."Good morning. How can I help you?" She asked"I'm here to see Margot Garcia." I said"Um hold on. Let me check which room she's in." She went through the paper Infront of her." Mrs Garcia is in room 45. It's just down the hall."" Okay. Thank you." I replied and rushed down the hall. I pushed the door of the room and inside was both Giovanni and Declan. Margot was sitted on her bed, eating while Giovanni faced the window and Declan sat on a chair beside her. I slowly let out a breath of relief. She was okay."You're here" She said and waved at me. "Took you long enough." All the fear I felt slowly turned to anger"Margot! What the hell!" I yelled."Well hello to you
(Marianna)I was seated in the bathroom with my eyes closed as I tried to steady my breathing. My entire body was shaking in fear and disbelief. My mind raced with questions I couldn't get the answers for. Why was Margot keeping tabs on me? Does this mean I wasn't just randomly taken? Does this mean I was targeted and kidnapped? and most of all how did she get her hands on that picture? That picture was a past I had let go of a long time ago, a past that had gone up in flames so how did she get it? Why was she with it? Only one name popped up in my head Lorenzo. He was the only one who could have ordered Margot to do this, she couldn't have done it on her own. But why? I could feel my heart pounding so hard like it was going to pop out of my chest. If it's true and Lorenzo did send Margot the that means he knew everything, that means he knew who I really was and yet….A knock on the door jolted me out of my thoughts."Is anyone in there?" Someone called from the other side of the door