The night fell upon everyone. The silence in the safe house only thickens. It has been hours since Levi announced Blaire’s death to everyone. He could barely contain himself, but he had to let everyone know that Blaire became Aldo’s recent target. No one cried from Blaire except for Levi. Faith and Piper were too stunned to even react. Piper asked Levi to confirm that she heard him right, and when he affirmed – she walked away. She didn’t shed a tear. She didn’t speak. She didn’t cry. She just walked out to the garden area behind the safe house. Now it has been three hours since she last moved. She has been sitting on the damp grass under the cold dark sky. Faith just sat there, on the couch. Her legs gave up on her. She didn’t speak either. Her chest feels heavy – her eyes glossed ut she couldn’t cry. She wanted to wail, but she couldn’t bring herself to shed tears. She feels like she is in denial. Blaire can’t die. She is the toughest woman Faith knew. She is the one that taught Fa

~2 Days Ago~“Tell me more about Felix,” Faith asked as she takes a bite of an apple wedge. Mateo squinted his eyes, “Felix?” He asked.Faith chewed the apple and nodded her head, “Felix. The hot Asian member of the ally that gives off Oppa energy,” She added mush to Mateo’s dislike. Mateo glared at Levi, who looked somewhat amused by the choice of Faith’s words. Mateo immediately realized that Faith has been doing her research about the alliance, and there was only one person that would help her without any questions asked – Levi. Mateo heaved a sigh and shook his head at his friend before he turned to look back at Faith. “Why do you want to know about him?” He asked. Faith shrugged as she leaned back on the chair, making it squeal against her weight, “He is hot. Also, I think he is the most useful member of the alliance. All the rest seems like dumb wits – the typical cowardly followers – you know, the ones that go with the flow. That’s probably why in hundred freaking years, th

“How long are you going to work?” Jeremy muttered as he was resting his head on Blaire’s lap while she worked on her laptop.Blaire glanced down at her husband and smiled. With the tip of her finger, she pushes hair off his forehead. "Just give me a minute. I need to send these statements for auditing by tomorrow morning,” she told him. Jeremy softly groaned. He was already tired from work. He had to take his student for a field trip today, they all were a handful. When arrived back home, all he wanted to do was cuddle with his wife but wasn’t home by then. Blaire came back home late. It was already past eight when she arrived. By the time she showered and changed into more comfortable wear, Jeremy ordered pizza for the two of them. They both were too exhausted to cook. After they ate dinner, Jeremy was ready to spend time with his wife before they go to sleep, but Blaire brought out her laptop – even when they have a rule to not bring work to bed. She promised she will be done in l

(WARNING +18)“WHAT THE FUCK?!” These spew out of Faith’s mouth as soon as she saw Mateo sitting on her bed. He was holding a gun. She just walked out of the shower. She was wearing a bathrobe. Although her body was covered – she still used the towel in her hand to cover her chest. When Mateo didn’t speak, Faith gritted her teeth and threw the damp towel on him, “Who the fuck let you in, Nixon?! Don’t you have any manners?! You are not supposed to walk into other people’s rooms. Didn’t anyone teach you that?” She spatted.Faith didn’t care that he was holding a gun in his hand. She is sure he is not going to use it on him. It is funny how a mere glimpse of any weapon would freak her out, but now it was all too normal for her. Mateo removed the towel from his lap and threw it on the floor. He slowly got on his feet, “You cannot go to the gala.” He announced. “Excuse me?”Mateo heaved a sigh and narrowed his eyes, “You can’t go there. Something is up. I have a very bad feeling about t

The smokey and peppery smell of the gunpowder filled in Mateo’s lungs. He coughed as he lay on the bloody floor. He blinked. His vision was getting blurry. His ears were ringing. Slowly he started to feel the pain in his shoulder. He let out a soft groan and he gagged on the blood that filled in his mouth. He gasped for air and let the blood drip from the corner of his mouth.He looked around as many lay dead around him – some he killed – some were killed by others. His white shirt was now soaked in blood, and so was his black suit. He was choking on the blood filled in his mouth. He tried to lift his head to see what was happening around him, but his body was slowly giving up. All he could hear were the gunshots, screams, groans, footsteps, and curses around him. He couldn’t even recognize whose voice was around him. His body and mind were slowly shutting off. He heard a fading voice, “So, this is how the Ricci family ends, huh?” The voice was familiar. Mateo knew who it was, but he