LONDON, ENGLAND: RENÉE'S POVI was in my condo, watching some cheesy romantic comedy and chugging down a tub of rocky road ice cream.I felt disoriented and all messed up. I was in so much emotional pain that I was numb to the brain freeze I got.I felt pathetic as I choked on my own sobs while trying to swallow a large scoop of ice cream. How it even managed to enter my mouth was still a mystery to me."Is this how your dad raised you? Seriously Ren. You're a mafia Boss. You shouldn't let something as petty as a heartbreak take you down."I glanced up to see Esme looking down at me in disapproval. How had I not heard her come in?Whatever.I went back to watching the rom-com I had picked in haste. I had been binge watching it for hours now and I still didn't know the plot or even the main characters' names.Esme was right though, this wasn't how my dad raised me. I was literally wallowing in self-pity and it was all because of that bastard.Esme, frustrated that I wasn't paying her a

MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POVI stood at the altar of the huge church, shifting my weight from one foot to another in nervousness and glancing at my wristwatch every five minutes.The congregation watched me in askance, probably wondering where the fuck my bride was.I had no idea why mi esposa wanted the wedding to be done in a church, but what mi amor wants she gets.The officiating minister stood with a placid expression but I could tell that he was getting really impatient.I ran my hand through my hair in frustration and glanced at the huge brown grandfather clock on the opposite wall.Mi amor wasn't here yet because she had some mafia work to take care of a few hours earlier, which bothered me. I mean, who tortures people a few hours before her wedding? The woman is a sadist.The entire congregation put on relieved expressions as they finally noticed her walking down the aisle with Mr. Taylor. I audibly gasped at her sheer beauty and the officiating minister straightened up from

RUSSIA, MOSCOW: 3RD PERSON'S POVThe furious woman slammed her fists onto the poor table in front of her. Her rage could be enough to send the table crumbling."I can't believe it. How could she have managed to thwart all three attempts to end her life? I mean, who blows up a church? She is as sadistic as her useless father." The woman all but growled.The man sitting quietly at the corner of the room glanced at the table she was banging her fists on with sympathy.The table, which was always at the receiving end of the woman's pent up anger, looked like it was ready to give up and give way."Like Diego stated once, if you want something done you must do it yourself. The Russians failed us. The people they connived with, Delilah, Sabrina and Leila also failed us. You need to take Matters into your own hands if you want the bitch dead." The man commented.The woman had been planning for years. She had only stroked three times, indirectly at that, but her daughter had always managed to

RUSSIA, MOSCOW: RENÉE'S POVIt had been days since I got taken, and I'd been kept in this same cell ever since. Due to the constant torture, the cell now reeked of my sweat and my blood.The woman who gave birth to me, fed me once every forty eight hours with cold gruel and a bottle of water. Now I felt Oliver's pain.Although the torture I received was unlike anything I had ever seen, I still hadn't broken down. But as I noticed Mrs. Klein enter my cell for the first time in four days, I knew I was going to break today. I could feel it in my bones."Ren dear, are you sure your husband really cares for you? It's been seven days already, why the bloody hell is that bloke still not here?" She snapped in that British accent of hers.Now I knew what caused my dad to fall for her in the first place.When I didn't respond, she just sighed and opened her shitty mouth to speak, "Don’t worry, today's torture session will surely get him here quicker than you can die."She smirked and headed for

MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POV"Push, Ren! Push!" I yelled at my wife as she screamed in pain, about to give up already.Our baby was almost here, she couldn't give up now.We had no idea what the gender of the baby was. We held back on knowing it as bets were made, and mi amor and I wanted it to be a surprise."Don't fucking tell me to push! You think this is easy? Why don't you try carrying the baby next time, you arsehole?" She growled at me, giving one last big push anyway.My mum was able to get the baby out after that push. She awed at it before hurriedly taking it away to get it cleaned up."I bet it's a girl." Sole stated, and Mandy, Jackie, Esme and Mr. Taylor backed her up."No way! It's obviously a guy." Mike countered, and, Jack, Carlisle, John, Calvin, my dad and I backed him up.Whether it was a guy or girl I didn't mind, but it better be a guy.Mr. Taylor had warned that the era where women reigned the English mafia had started when Ren took over as Queen instead of Calvi