❝𝒱𝒾𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝒶, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒.❞
˜*°• 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
Victoria Russo grew up in a world full of money, crimes and powerful families. Being a part of the Sacred Eight families she knew what it mean...
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A TWIST OF FATE
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JOEY HELPED VICTORIA BRING HER SHOPPING BAGS INSIDE and put them in the hallway by the stairs. Victoria tried to refuse the help because she had only four bags but Joey insisted while Axel stayed outside to chat with other security guards. A weird and bad feeling came over Victoria when she took off her shoes but she tried to shake it off. She was home, surrounded by security guards. Safe. Exactly like Lorenzo asked Axel. She was safe, right?
" Boss will be home soon, " Joey informed her after reading a text message from Lorenzo, which stated he would be home in five minutes. Victoria nodded, uttered a soft 'okay' and made her way to the living room. Lorenzo's early return was unusual but knowing there were problems with the people who rebelled against Sacred Eight and the consul, she started to think it was serious. Very serious if he was coming home right now.
Victoria sat down on the couch as Joey headed towards the window. Oh, how she hoped that this problem was the one they could solve easily... The house was quiet and the curly-haired girl glanced at her bodyguard when the faint rumble of an engine broke the silence as the car rolled slowly into the driveway. Joey peeked through the gap in the curtains and then looked at Victoria.
" Boss's home, " Victoria let out a sigh of relief. Yes, Lorenzo took care of the security, but you never know what your enemies could be capable of. They could silently kill every single security guard in this place, open the gate and come inside to finish what they have started. So, it was a relief when Lorenzo drove into the driveway.
Joey started to walk towards the door to meet Lorenzo there and join his colleagues when suddenly, a loud gunshot rang out from outside. He flung the door open so forcefully it nearly came off its hinges and dashed outside to investigate the commotion. Victoria's pulse quickened, and the shouts of security guards filled her ears. Realizing she had not heard Lorenzo shut his car door or enter, she leapt to her feet and hurried after Joey. It was a reckless decision, made without knowing whether it was safe.
Her heart was racing with a mix of fear and determination and her breath caught in her throat at the sight before her. Joey was standing rigid, his gun gripped firmly in his hand. He was bent over Lorenzo, urging him not to close his eyes and to keep holding the pressure. Her husband lay sprawled by his car, his once pristine suit jacket unbuttoned and askew. His white shirt now stained a deep crimson, clung to his torso. Lorenzo was pressing a trembling hand against the gaping wound in his abdomen, blood seeping through his fingers. His breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps as he struggled to maintain consciousness.
