Third person p. o. v
_The Hidden Lair_
Roman Vladimir, the ruthless Russian mafia boss, stood in the dimly lit room, his eyes fixed on the phone as he reported to the hidden boss. His voice was laced with a mix of respect and venom.
“Sir, it’s done. Zoey is in my custody. The mission was a success. And Marco… is no more.” Roman’s tone was laced with satisfaction, convinced he had finally avenged the past humiliation of his family. He could almost taste the sweet revenge, and his mind raced with the possibilities of exploiting Marco’s empire.
The hidden boss’s voice was like a snake slithering through the grass, smooth and menacing. “Excellent work, Roman. You’ve proven yourself useful once again. I must admit, I’m impressed. You’ve exceeded my expectations.”
Roman’s thoughts seethed with anger and determination. _I finally settled the score. Marco’s dead, and now I’ll crush the rest of his empire. No one will dare challenge me again. _ He could already envision the fear and respect he would command, the loyalty and obedience he would demand.
“The Alfonso will soon have the taste of weakness,” Roman continued, his tone dripping with malice. “And you, sir, will get what you want. But let’s not forget, I have my agenda. Our partnership is mutually beneficial, for now.” Roman’s mind raced with strategies and counter-strategies, always planning several moves ahead.
The hidden boss’s laughter sent a chill down Roman’s spine, but he didn’t flinch. “Indeed, Roman. Our goals align, for the moment. Keep Zoey close, and wait for further instructions. The game is far from over.” The hidden boss’s tone hinted at a larger scheme, one that Roman was eager to uncover.
As the call ended, Roman’s thoughts turned to Zoey, the prized captive. He would use her as leverage, a pawn in his game of power and revenge. But little did he know, Zoey held secrets of her own, secrets that could change the course of the game entirely.
Unbeknownst to Roman, Marco’s death was a ruse, a clever deception to buy time. Marco was alive, biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back. The game was far from over, and Roman Vladimir was about to discover that his revenge was premature, and his true enemy was still very much alive, waiting to turn the tables.
Roman’s mind raced with the possibilities, unaware of the storm brewing on waiting for him. He had played his cards well, but the game was far from being won. The hidden boss, and Roman are players in a deadly game of cat and mouse, and Marco is the mastermind.
Zoey p. o. v
My eyes fluttered open, my mind was foggy and disoriented for a moment. I tried to lift her head, but a sharp pain shot through my temples, and I wince. As my vision cleared, I realized I was lying on a narrow bed in a cold, damp room. The air was stale and musty, and the only light came from harsh overhead bulbs.
I wasn’t entirely surprised to find myself in this situation – I knew I’m being held hostage and who my captive was. But the dampness of the room seeped into my bones, I shiver both from the coldness in the room and the adrenaline gushing through my veins.
I tried to sit up, but noticed my legs were chained to the feet of the bed frame, heavy metal cuffs digging into my ankles.
A sense of determination washed over me. I knew I had to stay calm and think clearly if I wanted to escape from here and protect my baby. Taking a few deep breaths, I assess my situation.
The room was bare, with no furniture except the bed. The metal door was the only exit, and I knew it was locked.
“Took you long enough.” The voice echoed through the room, making me jump. I scanned my surroundings, confirming I was alone, but the voice seemed to come from all around me. My eyes darted upward, searching for the hidden camera. Ah, there it was a small black device attached to one of the bulbs, cleverly concealed.
I dragged myself up into a sitting position, the chain clanking against the bed frame. My stiff legs protested, and my back ached from lying in the same position for too long. The damp air filled my lungs, and the cold bed frame seemed to seep into my bones.
“How do you like your new place?” The voice taunted, echoing off the walls. I recognized the smirk in his tone, even without seeing his face. He was enjoying this far too much.
I remained silent, my eyes fixed on the camera.
“Such a beauty,” the voice crooned, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Now I understand why he kept you for himself, greedy bastard.” His laughter sent shivers down my spine, sounding like a wounded hyena.
I shifted my position, trying to find some comfort despite the chains. My eyes never left the camera, my gaze fixed on the device as if I could burn a hole through it.
“Who are you?” I asked finally, deciding to play dumb.
The voice hummed mockingly, as if savoring his response. “Patience, darling, patience. We will eventually get to meet soon.”
I rolled my eyes inwardly, refusing to give in to panic. I’d been in precarious situations before, and fear wouldn’t change the outcome.
“I have something special for you by the way.” His voice cracked, amused by whatever is on his mind. “A surprise”
A surprise? I scoffed, definitely won’t be a pleasant surprise coming from him.
“Don’t stress yourself, I promise you’ll like it.” He forged a promising tone, the kind of tone you’d use while assuring soothing
That’s it, giving his intentions about his so-called surprise. It’s obviously one of his plots, a scheme that won’t be pleasant.