RICARDO "Dance with me." That was all I could say at that moment when rage had taken over me. If I attempted saying any word other than that, I would've gone mad. Ginevra was quite the stubborn one and she certainly loved people dying on her account. But I'd be a fool if I said I was not intimidated by the man she attended this event with. He was unpredictable, his aura one I couldn’t easily decipher. And the manner at which he blended in with the crowd, disappearing like he was never here—there was something about this one. He wasn't just a random guy and I knew this by the way Ginevra interacted with him. He meant something more to her. "I did not open your doors so other people could walk through it." I whispered as my hand snaked Ginevra's waist leading her to dance. "What fun would it be if it were one person walking through that door," she answered. My jaw involuntarily clenched. "Mind telling me who that was, Ginevra." I gritted. Tightening her grip on my bicep, a scof

GINEVRA I still had enough reasons to live another day tired and disappointed as there was an unfinished business waiting. Two weeks after the ball, following tons and tons of messages from the Sanchez's to have a meeting, I finally accepted, and today, I sat there in the Sanchez's conference room with a bunch of big players in the Sanchez mafia discussing—or rather having them coerce me into stopping the distribution of my new drugs in their territories. I was starting to think it was a mistake attending this meeting, considering that certain people seated in the conference room had me irritated. Everyone dressed up nice in their official attire, Ricardo in his black tailored suit, Alex in a navy blue piece, and Ricardo's cousin whose name I couldn't remember in a gray tux. They were still a bunch of other excruciatingly attractive men in the room but the one person who irritated me the most was Theresa Mattia. Why the fuck was she in attendance and ruining my fun with her disgu

GINEVRA War. I had successfully started a war. It was no surprise that my recent careless actions was going to inevitably stir up trouble, but what I hadn’t expected was the viciousness these blood thirsty fuckers was coming at me by. I'd spent the past two weeks on the run. Constantly looking over my shoulder, constantly needing to protect myself from these very wicked drug lords who were out for my head. I had introduced a new way of drug distribution, using it to gain more advantage in the drug market. Strike one. I brutally murdered Magdalene Mattia. Strike two. I was in deep waters of trouble. But while I worked hard to protect myself, I had worked harder to draft out a perfect plan which properly prepared me for when I’d steal the item requested by the Pakhan from Ricardo Sanchez’s office. During our struggle to survive the chaos of the last two weeks, Abyss and I were all listening to the conversations and business transactions that were made in Ricardo's office. A

GINEVRA I had been in the hospital for a week. It took me at least three days to get back on my feet but my body needed the rest and I took it, making sure to feel refreshed and ready to face the world and its hassle once again. There I was on that bed, surrounded by gifts, roses, all shades of it sent by Ricardo as though he wasn’t the one who put me on that hospital bed. Except for when Ricardo’s men would deliver his gifts, and when Izzy, who often disguised herself as a nurse to sneak into my private ward and see how well I was doing, I got not even a visitor. Not one. Only then did I realize how awfully boring and lonely my life had been. I made a promise to myself—a promise that whenever this phase of my life passed, I was going to live a better life. To actually live. Today I was getting discharged, and after tons of check-ups, I was finally ready to leave with my driver who had been waiting for me the whole day. The moment I arrived the estate, I headed straight to the u

GINEVRA The blood which had soaked me up earlier had dried up against my skin, causing the feel of disgust. From my stab wound, blood had continuously overflown. I was in pain, but I had a goal. Until my goal was attained, I didn’t care if I bled to death. I brought my bike to a stop when Sanchez's headquarters came into view. My binoculars were gripped in both hands while I monitored the entire vicinity. Soldiers, lots of them, stationed on guard with their guns in hand. They were expecting me. I was weak, bloodied, disgusted, battered, and I was alone, about to face vicious animals all by myself. I sat in contemplation on my motorbike. To move forward, or to give up? I chose the former. Like I said, this world of ours, the mafia was a death pact. It was until death did you apart. If today was my day, I'd accept it but not before making the most out of it. Picking up my phone, I dialed the manor. Paulo answered. "How is he?" my voice shook as I enquired about Raul’s con