Katerina's eyes fluttered open, she stared around the room in a daze. Where the hell was she? She wondered.She tried moving but the jiggle of chains told her she was confined to the bed. An IV stand with a half-empty IV bag was placed beside her, the little rubber pipe was strapped to her. A spliting pain raged in her temple and Katerina couldn't help but close her eyes and her memories came flooding back. Images of the knife, the blood, and even Mark's squeal of pain filled her mind, making her tremble uncontrollably. Katerina's eyelids trembled as a feeling of hopelessness welled up within her. She'd lost her one chance of escaping, she'd blown it and Mark wasn't going to let his guard down around her again. He'd said so himself…he'd never trust her again.If he'd gone as far as causing a hideous injury and pain to her, who knows what he could do next…Katerina thought, a chill crawling up her spine.Mark's behavior was a clear indication that he'd lost it, he was willing to d
The hall was brightly lit, the incandescent bulbs shone directly overhead. The hall was huge, it was lavishly decorated. A Persian rug adorned the floor, the furniture was all antique, and several well-renowned paintings decorated the walls. An elderly man sat quietly on a massive antique chair, it was like a throne and he was the king. He was smoking a fat Cuban, and staring into space absentmindedly. A man dressed in a suit suddenly rushed in, his sudden entrance snapping the old man out of his daze. "What's the matter, Laurent?" He snapped impatiently, "You know I hate being disturbed during my alone time." he tapped his Cuban lightly on an ashtray as he spoke."Mr. Giorgio, there's been a surprising development," Laurent explained as he stopped, standing meters away from Giorgio. Giorgio's expression remained unfazed, "Spit it out, then." he waved his hand dismissively, and he took another drag of the Cuban."We've received reports…" Laurent began, choosing his words carefully
As they walked down the hallway, Laurent stayed behind, his eyes fixed on the man in front of him.Laurent shuddered with fear as he stared at Heinze with wide eyes. Giorgio chuckled at the sight, "Take the bags downstairs," he waved his hand, dismissing Laurent. Laurent breathed a sigh of relief, his tense features relaxing as he hurriedly packed up the suitcases and took them away. "You should get another assistant," Heinze spoke up, his eyes staring in the direction where Laurent had gone."This one's a pussy." Heinze's eyes flashed, revealing his disdain, clearly he wasn't impressed by Laurent's behavior. Giorgio chuckled, not minding Heinze's language. "He's useful, never mind him. We have important matters," Giorgio's face turned serious. "Katerina's been kidnapped, I just found out the news." "What!" Heinze's expression flickered for the first time, just goes to show how shocked he was. Heinze was one of the few, if not only people that knew the significance of Katerina to
Giorgio's lips curled up but his eyes were ice cold as he glared at Anna. "Last chance," Giorgio warned, his voice lowered dangerously. "Never, Giorgio. You're pushing it," Anna snapped, her eyes staring daggers at Giorgio, "You…" "Anna, it's okay." Thomas stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder, his eyes locked on Giorgio. "You should go get Tyler ready so we'll head home. I'll speak to Giorgio here." Anna wanted to refuse but she nodded after exchanging glances with Thomas. She gave Giorgio one final death glare before she stormed out of the study. Giorgio's face grimaced, holding back his anger, he stared at Thomas. "You need to speak to your wife, Thomas. We're all on the same side you know." Giorgio forced a smile as he spoke.Unless it was absolutely necessary, Giorgio wouldn't want to cut off Thomas and Anna.In his eyes, they were important assets that he would use to build his empire. That was why Giorgio was willing to tolerate Anna's snappish attitude.As long
The ringing of the phone pierced the air, waking Giorgio from his slumber. He hurriedly picked up the phone. "Hello?" His voice was hoarse from sleep. "We have a big problem," Heinze spoke over the line, his voice was tense and urgent. "Get out of bed right now. I'm on my way.""What? What's happened?" Giorgio's brows furrowed, his voice sounding sharper as the grogginess cleared but Heinze had already ended the call. Giorgio jumped out of bed, his eyes were still bloodshot. He dressed quickly, pulling on some clothes."Darling, what's the matter?" A soft voice came from behind him, a blonde head peeked out from underneath the bedcovers. Giorgio's face softened imperceptibly, "Something came up, they're coming to brief me." He walked to the side of the bed and leaned in, pecking her on the cheek. "Get some sleep, I'll be back soon." She was his wife, Elizabeth. Elizabeth nodded her head slowly, her eyes were heavy with sleep, "Don't stay out too long." she muttered before retreat
Heinze led the way while Giorgio drove, but the more Giorgio drove the more his frown deepened as Heinze led them further and further into the slum areas. "Where are you leading us too? Didn't you say we were going to get your daughter first?" Giorgio asked as he turned another corner, his eyes flashing with a gleam of suspicion.Heinze just hummed softly under his breath, his scarred face partially covered by the hoodie he wore. He didn't answer Giorgio's question. "Okay, I think that's enough." Giorgio stepped on the brakes, stopping in the middle of a street. "Where the hell are you taking me to? What's your plan?" Giorgio turned and demanded, his face slick with sweat. Heinze only turned his head to spare a glance. "Just drive.” he leaned back into his seat, unbothered by Giorgio's outburst. He pushed his hands into the pocket of his hoodie and stared straight ahead. Giorgio's eyes flashed. “Fucking asshole." he cursed, curling his hands to tug at Heinze's hoodie, bringing him
Present Day….Giorgio sat silently in the study, his eyes were dull as he stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. The door suddenly opened, snapping him out of his thoughts. Heinze appeared before him, his dark brooding eyes stared at him. "Have you found out who it was?" Giorgio asked, his face turning stern.Heinze nodded, his face grave. “Yes, but you're not going to like it." "Who's behind this?" Giorgio got to his feet, his eyes flashing dangerously. Heinze sighed, "It's the Blackbirds, sir." his eyes were layered with conflict. "My info says one of their agents was spotted in Katerina's vicinity, and there's no one else that'll have it out for them, so it must've been them." Giorgio fell silent, his eyes looked complicated.The Blackbirds were one of the most terrifying groups to have existed till now. Giorgio scoffed, his face becoming cold. "Years ago you needed to stage an accident to make them think we'd died," Giorgio stared Heinze in the eye. "This time though, no mor
The roads and streets were busy, people all over the place.New York was an active hub of activities, there was always some activity, a concert or party happening or someone getting shot or killed. But the entrance of Giorgio's convoy shattered the once bustling scene, passersby stopping to look while others had their cameras and phone ready to capture the scene, thinking it was some sort of celebrity or an important member of the government.There were about seven expensive cars in the convoy including the latest edition Range Rovers, a high-end limo, and even a Bugatti was spotted as well. The commotion spread out with flocks of people following behind the convoy taking pictures and videos. The media space blew up with everyone talking and wondering which hotshot was in town as even the Governor or State police commissioner couldn't be escorted by such an extravagant convoy. The buzz further intensified when it was found that the convoy was heading to Greystate Conglomerate.It