“Eve, you’ve to run now!” Run, what she was gonna run from. All her life she’d been running. “They’re gonna find you,” He took her hands off his shirt and held them, staring at her eyes. As if there were answers in them. “Meet me tomorrow night at a tavern, in Norway, it's a hidden place. I’ll tell you everything that you need to know. Simon was bait to get you. You can’t trust men!” His hands were shaky on hers, his eyes were getting cloudy, and he shook his head slightly. But she could see it in his eyes. He close his eye and looked away from her. “How did you know my brother!”Her eyes were on his back that was turned against her. “...how the hell did you know about us!” She screamed, he reached out to her and pushed her hard to the other side of the balcony. Eve wasn’t expecting it, twirled to the right, her hands left the railings, hitting her wrist as the hand went down and face down to the ground. Bang! Bang!Her hands covered her ears, and she crawled on her stomach, reach

The morning ray’s found their way into the room through the small openings in the window. Her eyes fluttered and glanced at her side, her hands run across the bed and she found it empty. She was the only one on the bed. Her hands went to her hair and she pushed them off her face with a sad smile. She sat up and stared at her side, there was a phone on the table and a note was on it. She took it and stared at the phone. “It’s yours.” Her head nodded feebly at the note, which was the only thing it says. She pushed the covers off and stood up, between her legs kinda hurt and she wanted to have a hot bath, that would probably cool things off. “Ms. Eve. How would you like your breakfast, should I bring them to your room or you would come downstairs for it.” The chef knocked on the front door. If she goes downstairs she might see Wesley. She smiled shyly, she would have to eat downstairs. “I’ll be down in a few minutes.” She shut the bathroom door and turned on the showers. His eyes

“You mustn’t be weak Wesley. You saw what they did to you! Being weak would bring you to your knees. Show no affection for anyone. Kill even with the slightest mistake! Don’t have mercy on those that hurt you.”“Yes, master.” His knees were on the floor and his shirt was ripped off. There were long and thick lines on his back. Yet there was no glint of tears in his small eyes. “Only then do you rule the mafia world? You would have everyone on their knees! Listen to me boy and ...” he squats, his long gray hairs reaching down to his shoulders. “...be selfless.”His broad back was against the mirror, there were old scars on his back. He took the cigarette from the table and lit them. The room was dark but he could see her tied to the bed and her low whimper. His hands ruffled his hair as he smokes. “I was mistaken. I didn’t know you were this kind of a person. You’re so pretentious.” She whispered with her eyes shut. He turned and watched his lips move. She opened her eyes and met h

The light in the room was turned on when she left, there was nothing but a big bed at the side of the room. A glass table, the wardrobe, and that was all. The room felt empty the entire house and his heart was empty as well. He was the man he was, Wesley Enzo. He was standing by the mirror with his phone in his hand. He didn’t want her to see his sacred body covered in scars, he looks disgusted in it. He won’t know what to say when she asked him about the scars. They were both after one thing. Revenge. He took the robe from the bed and covered himself. There was someone he’s to call, she must’ve been there already. “It’s time.”He took the cigarette and lit them. Taking the bottle of vodka, pouring them into the glass. He walked to the bed with the phone in his ears. “...what, I wasn’t expecting a call from you. Besides, you didn’t come to the party. I didn’t even want to see your face.”“You’re a psycho.” He sips from the glass and leaned on the bed, with his back on the headr

“Look at the mirror Eve, you’re pretty like your momma.” The older woman fixed the mirror properly so she could see her small little self. She was eight years old then and was pulled up and made her sit on the chair. And this same particular time, getting to the time of her birthday. “You would look so beautiful in the dress I picked out for your birthday. It’s a blue dress and it’s gonna match your eyes.” She brushed her long golden brown hair with a pink brush. With a broad smile across her face. “Mother knows best they say...” She giggles, staring at herself in the mirror. “I can’t wait for my present mother,” “You would be surprised, your father is planning on showing you the blue diamond. Our heirloom.” “Seriously Mother! Isn’t it supposed to be a surprise?” She turned and her blue eyes sparked with excitement. Mrs. Montana cupped her small face in her hands. “You always wanted to know why you and your brother have blue eyes. It’s what makes us Montana, a sacred thing that