Third person

POWER

Is the only thing Nikolay Sidor wants, he wants rule the underground world. He desires to be king.

As the stormy rain falls upon the sky, a flash of lightning illuminated the empty office he was sitting in. The door opens revealing a scarred bulky man.

"Boss?" the man called walking right straight to a chair in front of the large glass table.

"Did you do everything according to plan?" a heavy voice questions, blowing smoke into the air.

"Yes boss, everything went smoothly. Our men have have caught the Donato's and Aphelion's off guard. They should be arriving tomorrow noon" the scarred bulky man replied facing his boss dead in the eye.

"Good. Its been three years of planning, to abolish the two powerful families the world has ever know of. Its time for the Russian's to take control. Its time to open doors." the heavy voice spoke out humming to himself in satisfaction.

The next day the families have woken from the deep slumber, only to find themselves in a dirty cell. The smell of blood, urine and death rushing through their nostrils. 

Taking in their environment they all knew that they were hold hostage. This was big understatement for them as they knew they had enemies who were after them. The only question that was ringing on their minds is that, who had the audacity to capture the most powerful families the underground world has ever known?

"Well isn't this a lovely fucking surprise. The most powerful families in one dirty smelling cell." a voice spoke breaking everyone from their trail of thoughts.

"And who the fuck are you?" one questions from the group.

"That's for me to know and for you to found out." the voice stated with a mocking tone.

"Judging from the thick Russian accent you have, It is evident that you russian. The main question is what the fuck do the russian mafia want with the Italian and american mafia?" another voice states out, questioning the man standing out of the cell.

"So the little-tattle's are true, the heir of the American mafia jabbers a lot." he snickers "Anyways the boss will meet you soon so hold your tits together." the voice spoke out in a sinister tone.

A sound of steps reverberated on the hallway of the cells. Reaching to the cell of the hostages, the air changed. The man stood looking glorious, his aura screaming control. 

"Gracious, his majesty has arrived. It is a shame that there's no throne to welcome your humble ass."a voice spoke making the group crack with laughter.

"Rejoice while you can, I'm certain that these will be last moments you hold on unto." a thick deep Russian voice retorted.

"Let me introduce myself, I am Nikolay Sidor the boss of the Russian mafia. My purpose is to take over the Italian and American mafia and be the only king of the underground world as to know. Just to save time just tell me where are your inheritance documents are?" the thick deep Russian voice spoke out catching everyone's attention.

Silence hanged upon the atmosphere like a deadly virus. It now dawns them that the Russians want to take over and break the peace upon other gang leaders and mob families. 

If the Russian were to take over it would be the doom of innocent lives. Women would be sex slaves, children getting sold. This was the horror two families feared and they had to found way to stop the Russian's. 

"Or what?" a weak voice dared

"Or I will make sure that every person you hold dear will meet their demise. Imagine your men losing their wives, their children because you failed to do one deed that will save those innocent lives." the thick deep Russian replied.

"And what makes you think our men would submit to mere cat like you." a voice asked rage bubbling up like a volcano.

"A cat with nine lives I believe. Once I have the inheritance documents from both parties then they will have no choice to submit to me. Isn't that a bright idea." the thick deep Russian voice said.

"You so fucking brainless if you think you can conquer the Italian mafia. Our men do not bow to any person who is not our blood. I think your plan is foolish because every fucking mafia has customs and traditions." an Italian accent voiced out making the group hum in approval.

Murmurs of dissent reverberated across the cells. The group was not going to back down without a fight. 

"SILENCE"  a thick deep Russian voiced out. 

" Blaze I want you to torture each and one of them until they confess where the inheritance documents are?" the thick Russian voice commanded making his way of the cells. 

"Yes boss." the bulky man replied. 

No one confessed, no matter how much they were tortured. No one dared to voice out a single word. Only screams of pain were heard through out the cell. The torture became intense as days passed by. They were losing their family members. The only food they were given was bread and water. 

"We need to escape."a weak voice spoke out. 

"Escape and what after that grandmother?" another voice questions.

"We escape and kill the motherfucker, we need to work together to end the Russian mafia." the weak voice spoke again 

"But mother we can't just work together without an alliance. We need to form an alliance with the Italian Mafia." a manly voice states. 

The group was in deep thought. They knew what needed to be done. A marriage has to take place to join two families together as one. 

"I have a daughter who is nineteen, but the appropriate age for her to marry will be twenty two." a voice speaks glancing at the group.

This was new information that the Russo family has heard. It was never known that Aphelion family had another child. The heir was the only child known in the world.

"And my son is twenty three. The heir of a Italian mafia. Three years is enough to fix what we have lost." another voice voices out. 

"Then its decided then. In three years time two powerful families will become one." the weak voice spoke in happiness. 

The most powerful families coming as one. That was a deadly weapon.

Hues of orange and yellow adorned the sky, creating a beautiful scenery as she watched the waves clash with the rocks.
Chilly wind embracing her skin in a hug, in result of the goosebumps awakening.   She found solace in the vastness of the water that lays infront of her, approaching the horizon where the sun seems to lay.

She has always considered herself fortunate, shielded away from the dangers of the world, the cruelty of the world only to found out the cruelty resides within her household. A truth she can never run away from, even if she runs. Where would she run to?

She sighs, digging her toes into the sand.
Maybe this is all she can do; marry the stranger. In return she can show her gratitude on the people that raised her and fed her. As she never lacked anything in her years of growing up. Maybe just maybe she may find love with this stranger.

"Penny for your thoughts?" a voice asked, taking her away from her trail of thoughts.

"Nothing special really." She replied, dugging her feet deeper to the sand. Someone took a sit next to her, imitating her actions.

"Surely it can't be nothing." the stranger persisted. Adira finally met the appearance of the stranger. She held her breath at the aqua eyes that swirled with curiosity. She couldn't help but say to the stranger;

"You've got mesmerizing eyes."

A breathless laugh escaped the stranger, the sound caressing her eardrums as she  looked away in embarrassment.

"That was the nicest thing someone has ever said to me."

"And here I thought, I said something stupid." She turned taking in his whole appearance. He wore black suit pants, accompanied with a crisp black shirt that had been rolled up twice. Shoes and socks set asides

"You caught me off guard, I was expecting something else."

"Are you accustomed to critism?"

"I am accustomed to nothing." He whispers but adira caught it.

"What brings you here? You seem to be overdressed."

"I'm here to see someone."

"You don't seem to be looking." a smile adorned his face at the statement. 

"It seems like the person is occupied at the moment." she hums in response.

"Let's play a game."

"What game do you suggest?"

"Hypothetical questions."

"Hmm, Hypothetically speaking if you had to choose a super power. What would it be?"

"To be invisible." he said.

"Invisible, that seems sad."

"Why would it be sad, sometimes people need an escape."

"The escape would be everlasting until your last breath. What is the point of breathing if you wish to be unnoticed?" She asked.

"To runway from your reality, maybe?"

"Reality has a way of reaching us, no matter how you seem to runway from it but lets not dwell on it. Hypothetically speaking do you believe in arranged marriages?"

In hesitation he said "No, I have never gave it much thought."

"In marriage or in love?"

"In both, it's difficult to think of such things in my line of work."

"Are you telling me, you still a full fruit?"

With a raised eyebrows "A full fruit?"

"You know what I mean." She concluded, crimson seeking her cheeks.

"Hmm I plead the fifth."

She chuckled, of course he wouldn't lay all his eggs in one basket. And she respected that.

"Hypothetically speaking, would you marry a stranger?" adira furrowed her eyebrows at the question. Thinking about her circumstance, how coincidental it seemed.

"Depending on the circumstance that forces me to marry a stranger then yes I would."

He hummed, relieved at the answer. Slater was astound by his betrothed, impressed would be an understatement.  Adira, what a calm soul with a daring name. His phone rang, drawing adira attention as he took that as a sign his time was up.

He stood, taking his belongings he stole a final glance at his betrothed. He bid her a goodbye, leaving her in wonder of this strange encounter.

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