Marco p. o. v
“There are snakes among my men.” I told her.
“Aren’t they always spies.” Her face frown confused. Her confused stare fixed on me, there have always been snakes implanted among my men. Having too many enemies, there’s will these kinds of situations.
“Roman Vladimir’s snakes.” Her expression changes from the confused state to one of understanding.
Roman Vladimir. He’s the younger brother to Nikolai, Vladimir. My dad’s swore enemy.
He’s the Russian leader, the Vladimir’s has our enemies for decades. He’s a sly Fox or so I’ve heard, if he were that capable, he wouldn’t have been played on his on game. Would he?
I had experience first hand what the Vladimir’s did to my parents, the urge to get revenge has always been there. And now that he has presented himself on a platter of gold, I won’t let this opportunity slides.
Roman Vladimir isn’t my biggest concern right, just an insignificant fly I need to get out of the way for the master mind to come out.
“How did you find out about them.” Her voice has to whisper, fearing that we could be heard.
I would be dead before anyone would get a sniff of anything being said inside this room.
“That’s not the problem, baby.” I could easily make do with those snakes, but they would bring me to the boss behind them.
I wouldn’t be in this position for long if I wasn’t capable, I tame even the wildest assassin, drug lords and what not to work under me.
I could easily do away with those snakes, those lowlifes, but they were just pawns in a much larger game, puppets dancing on strings controlled by a higher power.
I clenched my fists, feeling the familiar surge of power that came with knowing I held the upper hand. I could crush them with a single word, wipe them off the face of the earth without a second thought. But they were not the true enemy. No, that title belonged to the shadowy figure who lurked behind them, pulling the strings and calling the shots.
I had faced down countless enemies, each one more ruthless than the last. But this one, this elusive figure who remained hidden in the shadows, seem mysterious and cunning.
And unfortunately for them, I love the game. I’m the creator of mysterious games, since they’ve decided to play one on me, I have to be a participant.
They were a master manipulator, a puppeteer who controlled the fate of all who crossed their path.
“I missed you.” Her tender voice whispered, she gestures for me to get on the bed with. I jumped on that, for seven fucking months, I haven’t held my woman in my arms.
Each day I craved to hold her against myself before I sleep, sometimes I would watch her as she sleeps and stay with her for a while unknowingly to her.
It was a torture for me as much as it is for her, it was hard for me to watch her go through the pain of my fake death. I had to keep my secret hidden, even from her, to ensure the enemy believed I was truly gone.
I got on the bed beside her, I wrapped my arm around her, feeling her warmth against my side. She snuggled closer, resting her head on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.
“I missed you more, Mia Cara.” I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. I found solace in her presence. She was my sanctuary, my refuge from the chaos that surrounded me.
“I never accepted that you were dead.” Her voice was low, her gaze distance as if she were recalling the event.
The funeral was a charade, a necessary act to convince them of my demise. Only my father knew the truth, and I had entrusted him with the responsibility of Don position in my absence.
I watched how she cried and wish for me to come out, to tell everyone that I’m still alive. It fucking hurt that I couldn’t come to her, I punished myself for putting the woman I cherish so much through this mystery.
“I knew you won’t die in a fire.” She had repeat.
“Forgive me. I wanted them to rest assured that I’m dead, and for that to happen you have to be ignorant.”
“I know.” She nods in understanding.
I smiled, feeling a surge of pride for this strong, brave woman beside me. Together, we would face whatever lay ahead, and we would emerge victorious.
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. She leaned into me, her eyes shining with emotion.
I lowered my lips to hers, our kiss soft and gentle at first, then deepening into a passionate embrace. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our love.
As we broke apart for air, I whispered, “I will to make it up to you, baby.”
Her smile lit up the room. “You already have, Marco. You’re alive, and that’s all that matters.”
I cradled her face in my hands, my heart overflowing with love. “You’re my life, the air I breathe, Zoey.”
“I love you too, Marco,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Our lips met again, our love shining brighter than any darkness we had faced.