Mia. I jerk up from a horrid nightmare and stare around me cautiously. I have never had a bad dream before, let alone dream about Rico. He isn't back yet. Looking at my phone, it's already 3 a.m. and he hasn't arrived. The countless messages I sent him have not been replied to either. What is going on? Dialing his number, it goes straight to voicemail and that is unlike him. I quickly get out of the bed and head downstairs. The house is quiet and nothing seems out of place. Everyone is asleep. I head to the fridge and take out vanilla ice cream. I never liked ice cream before but this thing makes my mouth water. It's too early to contact anyone right now so I will just wait. Maybe it was late and he decided to spend the night at one of his houses. After five scoops of the ice cream, I find it hard to keep my eyes open so, I lay my head on the table and fall into a deep slumber. I open my eyes to the noise around me. Frowning deeply, I look at the guys surrounding me in confusion

Today marks a hundred-and-one day since Rico disappeared and it's been hard. We have looked everywhere for him but I end up with nothing and it's frustrating. I don't want to think of the worst yet. Some people believe that maybe he is dead but I refuse to accept that. We found his car dumped beside the beach near his casino. There were no signs of struggle or blood. The car was intact and his two guns, wallet, and phone were inside, but Rico. Strange. Goodness, I miss him so much and this pregnancy makes it worse. It makes me feel so much emotional, especially when I see the pity and concern on everyone's faces. I must applaud his family though. They are the most supportive and caring people I have ever met. They make sure I'm well taken care of and I have whatever I need without delay. Carl is a complete gentleman and a responsible brother too. They leave every morning to search for Rico and I still have my fingers crossed. I am hoping he shows up soon or I will die of stress.

Mia. The door to our room opens and Kay walks in with my phone in her hands. I don't even remember where I left it.“Carl wants to talk to you” My gaze lingers on her trembling fingers and instantly, I understand something is wrong. I quickly sit up and when I take the phone from her hands, she dashes out of the room closing the door behind her. This can't be good. Did they find him? Is he okay? I wouldn't want him harmed even if he messed up. I would rather know he is alive and happy somewhere and not dead. “Carl “ I whisper, feeling dread from the look on his face, “Is everything okay?” my lips tremble as fear engulfs every part of me. Carl silently shakes his head and mutters a 'sorry'. Before I can ask what is going on, the phone is handed over to someone else and my heart stops at the sight of him. The man staring at me is not my Rico. His arms and chest are covered in cringy spirals of ink. He has a cigar between his lips and the way he is looking at me, is completely forei

RICO. After talking to my mother for a while, I join my brother in the living room. "How does it feel like to be back home?" Carl smirks and I know he must be mocking me for how I behaved yesterday. "Don't start Carl" I sigh holding my head in my palms. "Your girl is here. Pretty how she changed your fucked up mind with just a glance, huh?" he smirks and I follow his gaze, and damn! I did have a good eye. I should have made her my wife already. Being my girlfriend is not safe enough. "Where is she going?" I mumble, trailing my eyes at her official outfit. A mid-thigh white shorts, a white folded button-up shirt that exposes her baby bump, and a long white suit jacket on top. She has white 6-inch sandal heels with a single silver anklet on her left leg. Her long silver hair is tied in a clean ponytail exposing multiple diamond lace earrings. My eyes follow her long milky clean legs and I swallow dryly. Is she really mine? Now this is what we call beauty. Not the ugly bitch that ha

Rico "You are right, He is my man" A bullet goes off in the air, and that brings our attention back to the present. " Enough of chit-chat. See, I have been living in hell for the three months you kept him away from me." Mia mumbles with her gun still pointed at the groaning Bella. The right leg has a fresh bullet hole in the knee. " Dante here" She points at one of the unfamiliar guys she came with. "Promised me he would personally deliver you to me. Thank you, Dante" She smirks at Dante guy and I furrow my brows. They look familiar but who are they? "Let me go. Rico, you have to stop them" Bella wails but it falls on dead ears. I have always wanted to get rid of her. "This one is for looking at him" Mia shoots the other knee and wordlessly motions to the table next to me. One of the guys approaches and picks a dagger and pliers and turns away after silently nodding at me. "You will tell me where to find Maxim and after that, I will slowly kill you. How about that?" Mia gently sm