Simon believed that of all the bad things that has happened to him, someday he will get the justice he and his family deserves. Well, the justice part was all about getting revenge on those bastards. He has no problem with the justice system of the country, but it will never be enough for Simon. Seeing those bastards behind bars will not be enough for him. He will make sure that they will suffer according to his definition of suffering. He sliced the potatoes and put them in the boiling pot. He’s cooking Angela’s favorite beef stew. In his stay for several months under her roof, he had a little glimpse of who she was. He learned that she’s kind of a loner, she doesn’t have that many friends and she like to keep herself from those she knows. Simon had learned to trust Angela when he knew that she’s not some kind of spy from his enemies. She’s just someone who’s willing to help him, and she’s not so nosy so it’s a plus factor for Simon. Tonight, he’s going to cook her favorite meal
A silent thud woke Simon up from his slumber. His automatic reaction was to grab the gun tucked beneath his pillows. After he acquired that gun, he made it a point to always keep it near him especially if he’s asleep. Angela didn’t know that he’s armed, she might be horrified if she did. Moving so slowly, Simon got out of bed. He made sure he's going to make some noise. Someone was inside the house, he's sure of it. He may be asleep but he knew the thud he heard was not something to take for granted. With a gun in hand, he listened to any noise outside his bedroom, and there's none. He took a deep breath and turned the doorknob, he did it very carefully to avoid making any sound. Angela's room was closed, and the dimly lit living room looked normal. ''Fuck, it must be a dream,'' Simon uttered to himself. He rubbed his face with his palm. He was getting antsy lately. It must be the stress and all. He was about to go back to his room when he heard a muffled sound. It came from A
Simon woke up feeling numb. He couldn't feel anything but his mind was alert mode. His hands were tied and bound at the back and so were his feet. No. His whole body was being wrapped with something. A rope? Or a chain perhaps? The last thing he remembered before he lost consciousness was the sound of several gunshot. He knew it was directed at him, but he can’t seem to identify which part of his body sustained the shot. Perhaps it was not a fatal shot since he regained his consciousness. “I can’t wait to go back and have my way to that bitch. She’s feisty, man. I love fucking feisty bitches.” The two laughed like it was a joke to violate some women. Simon heard someone speak, he’s sure that it was one of the men. He grimaced at the thought that these bastards are going to violate Angela. A part of him regretted that he didn’t move out of her house right away. “The boss specifically told us to kill this bastard, not to rape that woman.” The other person reminded me. If only he
Victoria glared at Brandon who was standing at the side of the door with his head down like an obedient dog. He’s far from that though. “What the hell is this, Brandon?” She snarled at him, her eyes sending daggers in his way. Her Russian accent erupted as she spat those words. Brandon just scratched his head like there was something itchy there, but there was really none. “I just did the most logical thing to-“Enough!” Victoria shouted, cutting him off before he could even finish his sentence. Brandon flinched at the sudden rise of his boss’ voice. Victoria was always a composed person, she rarely let anger get to her. Now the he witnessed how she reacted, Brandon knew he’s doomed. But he couldn’t bear it in his conscience to leave Salvatorre Morelli to die there knowing that he was still alive inside that huge barrel container. “I can’t just let him die there!” He tried to retort, but he only got a super sharp glare from her. “And when did you become so sympathetic? Do you kn
There were some things that were meant to happen, even without our own manipulation. And for Victoria, it’s called destiny. The television in front of her was showing the late night news. She’s the only one who was left awake in the mansion. Except for the security guards who were detailed to keep the night safe. The news was about the fire that broke inside the house of a neurosurgeon. The doctor was found dead inside the house. The local news anchor said the cause of the fire was electrical, but Victoria knew better. When Brandon, her cousin, arrived with an unconscious Salvatorre Morelli in the back seat of his car, Victoria immediately had someone dig into information. She can’t believe Salvatorre Morelli was actually alive after the ambush that happened a few months back. It was all over the news and the media went crazy over it. She blew out her bangs as she sat back on the couch. Her dimly lit room was so cozy, but it was the opposite of what she was feeling right now.The
The moment that Simon regained his consciousness, the only thing he had in mind was to escape as soon as possible. He wasn’t sure how he got in this room or what happened, but it was clear in his memory that he was put inside a huge barrel container before it was thrown into the sea. He lost consciousness and never knew what happened to him after that. Now, he was here inside what he thinks was a hospital or a clinic. “Shit!” he cursed when pain suddenly assaulted him because of his sudden movement. He totally forgot that he was shot! “Fuck!” He growled again when he tried to get out of bed. He needed to leave this place as soon as possible and as discreet as he can. Not only that, but he couldn’t fight in the condition that he was in right now. Ever so slowly, he tested if he can walk. Miraculously, he can walk without enduring the pain. He looked at himself. He was wearing a hospital gown. Furthermore, he wondered who brought him here? Which made him remember about Angela Smith
Simon didn’t let the man have the chance to register what he truly meant when he said those words. He swirled so fast to face the man behind him. His eyes made a swift look at the gun that was pointed at him before he gripped the man’s hand that was holding the gun. He elbowed the man’s arm, producing a cracking sound of his bones.A loud groan escaped the man's mouth when he felt the pain. He let go of the gun as he stumbled on the floor, giving Simon an edge. Simon stumped his stomach a few times before he kicked the head of the man. Blood oozed out of his nose, The gigantic man groaned in pain as he cradled his stomach and curled on the tiled floor like a shrimp. He was too focused on the pain to even realize that Simon had taken off the tie from his neck. Simon rolled the man into his stomach as he tied both of his hands behind him. This time, it was Simon who had the advantage. He had the gun pointed at his head. “Stand and walk. I will never hesitate to blow your head if y
A massive headache that felt like his head was going to crack. That was what Simon felt when he woke up. His head was spinning and pounding like a bitch. “Fucking shit!” He groaned as she moved to sit. The next thing he noticed was his wrist. The wrist was cuffed to the headboard of the fucking bed, like he was a prisoner. “What the fuck?” He tried to pull his hand, but to no avail. Anger had risen from the deepest recesses of his heart. Then the next thing was the recollection of what happened the last time that he was conscious. He woke up, tried to escape from the mansion, but sadly, he was caught and was shot. Fortunately, it was a tranquilizer, that’s why he’s still alive. He roamed his eyes to the room that he was in. It was a gigantic room with a high ceiling and the chandelier was magnificent. If he was in another situation, he might appreciate the beauty of the room, but not now. His bloody hospital gown was now gone. His eyes snapped towards the door when it suddenly