Michael’s POV I grabbed the hand that ruffled my shirt’s collar and yanked it with a little force. I gritted my teeth together, staring wide eyed at her. “Please do calm down ma. I understand that you just lost a vital person in your life and things cannot go back to the way it was but please conduct yourself as you can be sued for this. I watch her stare at me, her deadly gaze portraying a sense of helplessness. She returned to her seat and snuggled her daughter closer to her side, keeping mute for a while. If you o not mind, we can do this privately. I stated to make her feel better. She stood up without a word and went into her house wither daughter. I dismissed the circle of friends that had come to console her, noting that no one between them seemed close enough to be family. I followed her into the house.We entered the house and at on a beautiful and expensive couch situated at the center of the room. She did not show me to a chair, so I just made my comfortable in one. “
Pablo’s POV A little bloodshed once in a while is a refreshing act and as far as I was concerned, a soothing exercise; to the body, mind and soul. It had been two days since I last shed blood and my body was currently yearning for it again. I needed to keep it in check for now as things were still too chaotic to think of staring up another trouble. I had received Scott’s call earlier informing me about Donovan’s treacherous murdering of my men. I was very pissed and had to settle for another bottle of my Jennessee Whiskey. I informed him to visit the other brothers and give them an insight on their brother’s sins. They didn’t want their families to pay for Donovan’s sins; they would look for him and caution him. Scott’s call came in again and I was more than excited to answer it. He must have delivered the hamper of renewed threats. “Has it been taken care of?” “Yes sir. I was thinking it would only be a lot terrifying and a lot more profitable for us if you gave them a call and
Michael’s POV The house was cool and welcoming enough for me. It felt like heaven, and walking in to meet Ayla sprawled on the armchair only made it better. This was the kind of life I would have chosen to live if only I wasn’t chasing a bunch of cowardly brothers who happen to be ex-saviors of the world. I pulled my shoe off at the entrance to the house and walked in to meet Ayla. “Michael, you are back. I honestly thought you were going to spend a lot of time at work and come home late.” Her voice was sweet and vibrant. It made me feel like jelly. “So were you going to wait till then? I remember dropping a note that instructed you to go back home. You mother will be worried sick, you should not trouble her at such age.” I walked in and sat into the chair. “You know what other trouble I am giving her?” she knelt close to me on the armchair, her voice hitting a sensual peak. “What are you getting at?” I asked, but interrupted her before she could speak “No, whatever it is, please
Ayla’s POV It was very early in the morning; the clock’s short hand rested elegantly on five am. I had woken up to prepare breakfast for Michael only to find out that his maids had already had it prepared, I was resolved to help him in any other area but when I got to the door of the room he had spent the night, there was no answer and on pushing into the room, I did not find him. The bed was scattered but his briefcase and laptop were gone. A shoe was absent from the rack that he had arranged earlier when I had informed him I would be staying. I felt a little disappointed at the fact that I had woken up too late to meet him at home. He had looked too tired yesterday, so I had decided not to disturb him but I had something to tell him. I knew it might probably get me angry and hurt me more than ever but I felt I still needed to ask him and get confirmation directly from him. I strode to his bed and bent over to spread out the sheets properly. The room wasn’t as comfortable as his r
Pablo’s POV “Are you seriously not going to visit? Over such a fickle issue, come on don’t be like that. You know you are all I have got and I cannot watch any man have you because I cannot even stand the thought of losing you.” I cooed to Kathie over the phone. I needed her back as soon as possible. I was refraining from visiting clubs to pick sluts that would satisfy my urges. After the incident with the unknown woman, I was just about extra cautious when it came to matters of unknown women or girls. Kathie knew that and she was using it to torture me. “You raped me Pablo, you hurt me real bad.” “You didn’t get a tear, did you? If not then I think its just about fine, since I was only giving you the punishment you deserve for cheating on me with a bottom feeder.” “Well, you think you can stick that up my face? But I do not have much on me even if I decide to come visit you.” Her voice softened into a purr. I already expected her to ask for money since that was the only thing sh
Ayla’s POV “What in craps name is this?!” I unconsciously yelled. I was dumbstruck by the content of the paper; it read information about a secret organization in abbreviations. I had no idea what to think or how best to interpret it. Just minutes ago, I had decided to open up and ask Michael about the strange thing I noticed in our mission. I had thought the first mission of seducing was to help get information for a case that would aid his promotion; which I knew was illegalbut I still did for him. Then after the promotion, he suddenly needed me for some other things that I found extremely weird and uncomfortable. There was the search in Lucille’s firt apartment that I didn’t see as a problem at first, then the crazy search for Lucille and her daughter after she finally moved away with her daughter, which by then I had expected he would have given up on her, but he didn’t. The ay he had persisted on finding her then and eventually finding out her new abode; really made me jealous,
Ayla's POV I still couldn't get over the fact that Michael had just used me for some personal investigations. I had cried all the way home, so much that the taxi driver had thought I was crazy, bashing my head against the window and shivering like I was epileptic. I had gotten home but I still couldn't summon the courage to go in, the bravery I had used to leave Michael house had dissolved like sugar in hot oil, maybe it was bravery just protection. Some people say; when humans find the thinnest strength in them go wild, a strength they believe had gone lost before. That was it, the strength I never knew I had to pull Michael out of my mind. Was he really out of my mind and my heart? I still couldn't comprehend why he would do that. In the cab, I had tried to make excuses for him, just like I always did but a larger part of me raged against it. He had used me, period. There was nothing more to it. But the care of my injury, the kiss, his bed that he had deserted to a less comfortabl
Ayla’s POV “Mom, are you really going to just keep me on a mute level? I expected you to shout my head off and blame me for this but you are not even saying a thing. Are you not even going to ask me how I got such injury? The silent treatment is worse than pushing of blames.” I cried out to her, I was tired of her mute attitude. When I first arrived, he helped me arrange, warmed the water for my bath and even helped with the re-banding of my head injury, yet she didn’t complain about the state I had returned home, neither did she complain about how I kept on crying without a stop. Even now, she wasn’t saying anything, despite the fact that I voiced my feelings. I knew what she was waiting for, she was my mother and one thing I knew she liked was admitting my wrongs. She was not going to say a thing to me if I didn’t admit that I had been wrong about Michael and his good intentions. I crawled up to her, and rested my head on her knee. “I am sorry, mother and I was wrong about Micha
Ayla’s POV “Get her out, now.” Shuffling feet approaching got my eyes opened again. I had barely slept, maybe just dozed off a bit. A man towered over me, looking straight in the eye before leaning down to pull me up. “What are you doing?” I struggled against his sinew arms on mine “Let go.” He suddenly let go and I fell to the bed with a thud. “Get up and get out.” “What is this? Who are you anyway?” I glared at the ma from before that instructed me to eat and then leave. Was he the one who saved me from Pablo? Why then was he acting so strange? “Get her out then.” He turned to leave as he ordered the same man again. “Wait.” I got down hastily from the bed, my feet almost tangled in the sheets before reaching him. “Do on touch, talk from a distance.” His voice was ice cold and I wondered why he saved me when he was just going to be so rude and throw me out again. “Who are you?” “What sort of a ridiculous question is that? After latching so tightly to me, I expect you would
Ayla’s POV Where was I? I could barely remember anything, my memory took a pause at the time I was saved by an unknown man from Pablo and my head ached from trying to recall what had happened after that. I tried to get up but my limbs were weak, it was like I had been sedated and I could barely control my body to move. I opened my eyes to a luxurious view of dropping chandelier of rather expensive cut. Where was I? I tried turning my head to look around and I noticed that it was definitely not my room and definitely not Michael’s, so I was not anywhere near home. Was I kidnapped? That was very unlikely because I felt way too comfortable in the feather like bed to have actually been kidnapped. “It is about time you woke up. After ruining my evening and scattering my plans you do not deserve any more sleep than you have already gotten.” A thick voice welcomed me followed by a handsome man with muscular build. He did not look familiar in any way but his facial features made my head ac
Pablo’s POV There was still no call from Gunner, nothing to indicate that he had survived but I was sure he had. He has faced worse and he conquered them all. An abrupt shooting spree was nothing he could not handle. I just needed to focus and keep my head in the game. Smith pushed the steel doors open and walked in sluggishly, panting heavily before flat of an armless sofa. He was too weak to be of any use to me, he was just a waste of space but I needed bait, a worm to catch the stubborn fish from the water and he seemed like the only willful option if he would agree. “Smith, come over.” I ordered and watched him sluggishly drag himself off the chair and shuttle towards me. “We need to get them to come after me again. You are gonna be the bait and you ain’t gonna complain or say a word out of the context, here or there.” “A bait? That will not be possible. I cannot be a part of your bullshit plan to sabotage innocent lives.” He yelled back at me, suddenly revitalized “They are
Ayla's POV He seriously only thought about himself and he even had the guts to admit it so blatantly. I hate him so much, so fucking much. What does he take me for anyway? Keeping me in the dark is going to keep me safe, total bullshit. Pablo will still come for me, I have heard of his numerous killing escapades and he is definitely not going to let me be if he realizes I am still alive. There's only one way to it; though two actually I choose the one that helps me show Michael just how ruthless I can be. He thinks I am just a little girl that he can toss around well he will just have to see, the hard way, that I can survive in the wild. "Ayla, there you are. Michael came looking for you...What happened?" My mother ranted off, immediately I walked in I stomped off from her presence and shut the door to my room. "I am going to show you Michael, that I can do just what you are doing." I vented out my anger, tossing some needed clothes and accessories into my bag. I arranged a boot
Pablo’s POV“Take him down, gunner!” I yelled. It was a raid, a bloody raid that I had not seen coming and it was not Torrance this time, the Vikings never worked like this. They were always to afraid to take a bold move, not to talk of a move as daring as this one.I could not wait for his response neither could I see him finish off the intruder, he would report himself to me. I shielded myself out, the intruder had used a Sub machine Gun and while his attacks were not directed at a particular target, he just shot as much as he could, all round.I passed through the back door, using the stair way that led to an empty underground garage. I got into my car and drove back home. On my way out, I saw the bodies of my soldiers lying outside the warehouse. The intruder had killed them all silently and it had happened during the call. They plan to take Kathie, get their friend and keep me on the losing end. This was not the work of the Vikings, they definitely had a greater help else, they w
Ayla’s POV He was a lunatic. How could he even think of cutting off my limbs to send to my parents? I did not even want them getting involved in this because of my disobedience. “You cannot try it. Smith will not allow it.” I yelled at him, trying to conceal my emotions. He burst out in a maniac laugh, lolling his head back and forth continuously. “You are really feisty. I like that. But I’d like to see Smith try. Gunner, hit her up.” He stared at me and took a sip of his drink, then a long drag to take it down. The heavily built man that had kidnapped me earlier walked towards me, swinging a mallet as he closed the gap between us. I shook in fear, and almost peed on myself when a phone rang in a distance. It sounded so distinct as I could only hear Gunner’s footsteps approaching me. Suddenly, he paused and walked over to Pablo; “Torrance.” He simply said to Pablo, who collected the phone and answered the call. It was a video call.Pablo’s POV“Perfect timing, I was just about
Michael’s POV I knew something was off. I felt it all the way to her house and at her mother’s words I began to panic but I tried as much as I could to swallow it and showed her a smile. "I really wanted to see her to clear some things up but it's fine, I will just come back later." I turned and left before she would make me say any other thing; I was worried that I might scare her, over something that might not even be true. I needed to see Donovan and Anurag to set out how we would protect our loved ones. Ayla mustn't suffer because of me. Pablo was too heartless to care about other people's life; he would gladly take their lives if they got in his way or tried to show authority, classic traits of a mafia boss. I drove to the cathedral and to my surprise; I met all the Viking brothers who had lived together in the Villa, along with their wives and children. They were really in danger, for them to have left their luxurious and comfortable home to an old cathedral with nothing val
Michael’s POV The weekend ran fast with couple plates of lovely dishes, hours beside my pool and some few minutes of going through my set out plan, and then I was soon turning my tie to the rhythm of work blues. I was going to have a splendid time at work, packing my few personal belongings from my office back to my home, there wasn’t much there anyway. A day to resign officially; Miss Sarah was bound to ask me the reason for such sudden decision and I had not made up my mind on what to tell her. I whistled a tune to match my mood as I tightened the tie around my neck. I put on my suit and bent to pick my shoes from its rack. I noticed a paper under the bed; it was crumpled and as I pulled up the folded parts I saw that it was dirty and a little soft where it had gone damp. I read the content; it was a quick sketch of my findings from the beginning of the search on the Viking’s case right up until now. Had I squeezed it like this? Even if I did, I would not have thrown under the bed
Michael’s POV I was mapping out our plan for a successful victory. We need to infiltrate the Mafian cycle to conquer this battle once and for all. Scott was Pablo’s consigliere, who was more like his underboss as Smith was nothing to write home about. He had not contributed to the first Viking/Mafian war and he has certainly not helped in the course of Pablo’s reign. Pablo was soon to resign from his position but Smith was less of a Mafia boss material. Hence to cut down Pablo’s wings of authority, Scott was the first target, he needed to be done away with in order to over throne Pablo from his well known game. Donovan had said something about hitting Pablo where it would hurt already. Was Scott the part that would hurt? If so, then it was a smart decision. Scott would need to be taken down first in order to win this fight, as Scott’s absence (death) would make Pablo limp in a foot. Pablo ran a Mafian household that was not necessarily connected by blood or marriage. Scott was not