After cleaning his wound, Simon tried his best to cook dinner. Addison will be arriving soon, and as a gratitude for doing him a favor he wanted to cook her food. As annoying as she is, Simon could feel that Addison is a good person and he trusted her not to reveal his identity to his enemies. He just hoped that she’ll be back safely and nothing happened to her while doing his favor. It will never sit well on him if someone got hurt because of him. His wound was healing quickly, thanks to Addison’s care and assistance. The woman had been very considerate to him. He glanced at the clock that was mounted on the wall. It’s already four in the afternoon. She should be back by now. There was this worry that was creeping inside him but he shoved it away. “You’re overthinking again, Simon. She’s fine and she will come later. She’ll be here in a few minutes now. Just take it easy, will you?” He tried to calm himself and cooked for dinner. It’s a good thing that he knew how to cook, at
Addison was pacing back and forth in the living room of the presidential suite that she was in right now. If it was in any circumstances, she would have appreciated how magnificent the room was, but she didn’t enjoy it because of the situation that she was in right now. “God, why took him so long.” She was waiting for Federico to come. She has been here for two hours now, and he hasn’t arrived yet. What if something happened to him while he's here? Did they catch him? “Oh, god.” She was overthinking again. All her life she was looking for something that would stir her adrenaline. A situation where her blood will rush through her veins, and this is it. She found it. But she didn’t like the dangers that it brought. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Just stay calm, Addison.” And thought of Salvatorre. He must be worried for her now. She should have been back a few hours ago, and here she is, stuck in this hotel, afraid to go out. She can’t contact him since he lost
Addison looked at the man who just arrived. He looked young, she expected someone as old as Federico. “Are you sure you’re not followed?” That was Federico’s first question. He didn’t even ask if the man was fine or not. She guessed it’s just how everything works for them. Federico mentioned death, and the best thing to deal with death was not to get attached to the people around you. So, if death comes, it won’t be that hard to let go of the person whom you’re not emotionally attached with. “Who is this beauty here? New girl, Federico?” The man named Ryzen smirked. “No, fucker. She Addison, Salvatorre’s friend.” “Hi,” Addison offered her hand for a shake. “I’m Addison Harper.” The man stared at her longer than he should, it was like he was trying to remember something. “Wait, I think I know you. You’re that woman in the pages, right? You’re a writer in the Sentinel, am I right?” There was excitement in his voice when he recognized Addison. She nodded and gave him a smile.
Simon held his breath as he waited for the man to enter the door. He had the knife in his hand, his knuckles almost turned white as he held tighter into it like his life depended on it. He’s not yet in the condition to fight, his wound was still painful and his body was still weak. He only got the element of surprise in his hand right now. “C’mon,” he whispered. His heart hammered in his chest when he heard slow and silent footsteps outside the door. The doorknob turned and the door whined as it opened. The person surely had bad intentions for sneaking like this. He was ready to pounce the intruder without hesitation when the man spoke. “Salvatorre? Are you there? Why is the fucking lights off?” Simon let out a breath when he recognized the person, it was Rayven. He got out from where he was hiding and clicked the switch of the light. “Holy fucking shit!” Rayven jumped from where he stood when he saw Simon holding a knife. “What the fuck are you doing?” Simon ignored him. “G
A loud bang erupted into the dead of the night and it created an ember of fire glowing in the sky. Federico stepped on brakes hard to make the car swerve in the road. Good thing there’s no car in their way. They all ducked as they heard the loud sound. “Holy fuck! What the hell was that?” Ryzen exclaimed. His eyes widened when he saw the orange color in the sky. “Oh, god. What was that?” “I think it’s a bomb. It’s not far from here, that's why it sounded so loud.” Federico maneuvered the car. Minutes later, the siren sound of the police car echoed in the night along with the blaring sound of the fire department. “I wonder what happened.” Addison kept looking at the sky. The embers in the sky looked magnificent and at the same time it looked terrifying. “That must be a gas leak.” Ryzen shook his head. Addison felt sad for the victims. They must have been sleeping soundly when this happened. They never knew what happened to them, until they woke up and realized that they were a
It was already a week ago after that fateful night that took the lives of the people they love. It was a tragedy, and the whole state was shaken by such terrorizing actions that cost the lives of innocent people. There were still no leads as to who was responsible for that bombing, and people gave their different comments for that matter. Some people said it was an act of negligence, a gas leak that caused the damage of both property and life. Others say it was a terrorist attack, but there were no leads to that. There is not enough evidence to support such an accusation. Addison was staying at Salvatorre’s mansion. It’s funny that she gets to live in his house but he’s not here anymore. She and Ryzen was lip-tied to what happened since the people in the mansion were not aware that Salvatorre was alive, but now he’s really dead. And her job as a writer at the Sentinel? She quit, not exactly like resigned. But all of the people in the newspaper company thought that she was in he
Addison roamed her eyes to the huge office. In her one week stay in the mansion, this is the first time that she entered Federico’s office. And according to Ryzen this was occupied by Salvatorre’s father, Emiliano, before he died. Addison was confused. She couldn’t understand a lot of things in this mansion, and one of things was the tight security of the compound. She understood that Salvatorre was a billionaire, and he needed as many security as he could, but what she’s talking about was the insane security this mansion had. There were armed men in every corner of the house and the cameras were everywhere, it was like every move of the people around the place was heavily monitored. The second thing was the transactions that Federico had been handling. She knows she’s not supposed to be nosy about it, but she can’t help it. She overheard Federico talking about a shipload of guns. She even heard him talk about the blackmarket. “I wonder what Federico wants from us. Is he going to
A pile of at least ten dead bodies were seen at the corner of the room. The floor was painted red, the blood of those who just died were splattered on the floor. And the one who was responsible for it was still not content. Hubert Macini wants to annihilate every single person in the room, he was mass murdering all of his subjects, especially those who was involved in the bombing. “Answer me, you fucking useless moron. Where is my brother?!”His voice reverberated through the entire building. They were in an abandoned building. Well, it was more like a building set for torture. This building had witnessed hundreds of deaths. The man on the floor peed on himself because of intense fear. He knew what would happen to him once he couldn’t answer the boss’ question. And he can’t just leave and escape since he knows that they will come looking for his family. The gun was pointing at his head. He closed his eyes hard, waiting for the gun to blow up his head. “Answer me!” Hubert Mancin