ACAPELLA'S POV. I slowly opened the seal on the envelope and poured the contents onto my lap curiously. I wanted to see what on earth was making the envelope so bulky. What I saw next made me gasp in astonishment. Apart from the letter which spilled onto my lap, bundles of money also followed. I quickly placed my right palm over my mouth to prevent me from screaming. I then slowly picked up the bundles of money lying on my lap one by one with trembling hands completely ignoring the letter or should I say forgetting about it. ' Who is kind enough to send me such a huge amount of money?' I wondered in amusement for I had no friends nor families. Just haters. " Why don't you go through the letter" My subconscious suggested. " Perhaps you might find some clues" She encouraged and I nodded. I slowly took the letter from my lap and opened it. I took a deep breath before I started reading the contents aloud. " Hey Acapella" The writer greeted. " I know despite trying to co

ACAPELLA'S POV. ITALY.FEW MONTHS AFTER. "Acapella, Acapella". Evelyn Johnson, the manager of this cafe, A beautiful warm woman in her early forties called out to me." Yes, Mrs Johnson" I answered leaving what I was doing and rushing up to her to answer her calls." Please, can you take the orders from those two young men over there?" She pleaded, pointing with her fingers to two unfamiliar faces a few feet from us, sitting by the corner of the window and kinda hidden from clear sight. " Of course, Mrs Johnson" I answered flashing her a bright smile." Thank you so much" She appreciated. " You are such a darling" She added with a smile and I nodded before turning to leave when she suddenly held me by one of my arms. I turned to look at her in alarm." Is anything the problem?" I found myself asking." No dear" She replied. " I just want to ask you how many times I have told you to call me just Evelyn?" She commented and I gave a shy giggle." But you are way older than me" I

OMNISCIENT'S POV. In an underground Club, music can be heard blaring from the speakers and dancers can be seen whinnying themselves on the pole giving the horny men in the club a show with their seductive dancing and explosive lingeries. Cigarette smoke can be sighted here and there. Some men by the corner can be seen sniffing a whitish substance from the paper passed to them. Moans can be heard from another corner as some men do pleasurable things to the waitresses going around and serving them drinks. Meanwhile, In a concealed office, behind a huge desk sat a masked guy. A different type of mask this time, but with the Skull diagram drawn on it. A lit cigarette was in his mouth and smoke can be seen coming out from his nostril and mouth. He was finally relaxed in his swivel chair facing the wall and backing his desk. He was fully dressed in his signature Color." Black". The door burst open and in came his second in command, A stoic and disciplined man in his

ACAPELLA'S POV."Austin, please don't" I pleaded as I struggled frantically against him. I was back in New York, in Austin's apartment, struggling against him. He refused to heed my pleas and kept on trying to undress me when I struggled to release one of my hands from his hold and punched him. " Fuck, This bitch has broken my nose" I heard a guy groan in pain and snapped my eyes open in shock.' This was not how Austin sounded' I thought and suddenly, flashbacks from a few hours ago hit me, and I realized, I was not in New York City nor Austin's mansion. I sighed in relief, before trying to scan my surroundings well. I realized, I was in a dark alley, right on the ground, and my top was torn by the side. I gasped realizing, I was not dreaming nor hallucinating about an intruder trying to pull my clothes off me. I looked to my front and saw two guys, which shockingly, I recognized to be the two guys from the cafe earlier.' You' I pointed out to the red-haired guy and h