Somewhere in North America. Angry pacing footsteps loudened by every step taken. The feisty winter breeze blowing roughly through the window. Cold air resurfaced in the room and behind the curtains, was a fearsome boss.“What do you mean that the other men are dead? This is not a Joke right?” His deep voice echoed causing Alex to tremble on his knees. Yes, Alex had managed to find his way back to his second master alive though the cut on his stomach became infected, swollen and painful. It took days, actually, two days to find his way to the airport, and then to his motherland. Alex looked at his boss, Damien breathtakingly as he continues his rumbles and yells. “Alex, I trusted you with one easy task and you failed me! God, How am I supposed to explain to Master Chris what happened?” Damien, the next officer to the mighty boss who Alex took to report the situation he had encountered, roared and smashed some few items on the ground. Veins were seen popping severel

       Well, his words were fair played, Ashley acknowledged as she still felt skeptical about his promise. For now, she could not trust anyone especially not the mafia boss himself.     She cleared her complicated thoughts and heaved a heavy sigh internally.‘What if this was a trap?’ She concluded taking a last glance at his blank expression and went ahead with his request.    Ashley exhaled while her memory took her back to her family. They were in the winter season and the cold weather made her recall lots of fun activities she and her mom did. She giggled like a little girl receiving favors from the person she loved the most. She bit her lips and said.“My family lived in the countryside of Australia. The house was small but big enough to contain the four of us. My dad was hardworking and tried his best to put food for us on the table. There were some days we had to

He groaned in satisfaction pondering how daring this lady was. She did have some guts to truly lie to his face and still keep up with her damn poor acting skills. He feigned away from his hurting arms, pressed in some numbers, and from the bottom of the ground, a silver elevator rose to the top.      He chuckled darkly while tapping into some secret codes. Nathan’s legs stepped in and the door closed slowly as the elevator took him to his required destination.BEEP!     It alerted him as Nathan stood out of the elevator and strode into the wide space. He kept on going in until he arrived at a secluded room.     Nathan gave his signals as the bodyguards who stood upright in front of the door departed far away from the gate. He pulled open the gate and walked in.“Honey…I am back! Did you miss me?” Though those words sounded as charming as ever however hearin

He yelled with his forehead showing his dissatisfaction with Gregory’s emotional response. He had not thought that his best friend was the one to betray him in the end! What else could he expect again from life? His beloved fiancé was pleasuring his own best friend on their soon-to-be matrimonial bed on the night before their wedding day! Life is such a fucking bitch! Nathan calmly proclaimed glancing at Davie who tugged nervously on Gregory’s shirt. He had understood her message and scowled. “Is this not a hell of a lot of fun to watch?! I stood there for eighteen fucking minutes receiving the best live porn in my entire twenty-five years of existence! All thanks to my fiancé and her screwing partner, Gregory…..” Nathan’s eyes displayed an unpleasant emotion that caused Davie to crumble back underneath the bedsheet. The cold indifferent, and meaningful statement kept echoing and echoing in both the trios’ ears. Honestly saying, it would

Davie panted, spitting those statements out of her mouth."You are wise for you to deceive me all this while; anyway, my forgiveness is a bad shit you’ve got to earn. I hate to stop talking, but I need that information! So, you only have two options: you talk, or he truly dies. As you know, I am not merciful." Nathan’s jaw was slightly lifted, and his lips pursued into a thin line. The skin on his forehead flapped on top of one another as a broad, straight line popped up."So what is it going to be, my sweet darling?""The truth or death—both are crucial to me." He smiled as the dagger faced Gregory’s forehead."Nathan, Stop! You’d kill him!""Hurry up; I am running out of patience!"Fine, I will tell you! Gregory has…….."In an underground motel,Laura leaned her weak body on the comfy couch, crossed her legs, and sipped on her sour lemon juice. Loud music and screams exposed where they were—a motel! She heaved a sigh at being dragged here by her sister, Camila. Unconsciously, Laura