Chapter 9 :
She let out a scream as he grabbed her arms and threw her over his shoulders, Maria came home to find her husband being a husband.
He had candles lit throughout the entire room. It began from the stairs, then stopped at the very entrance of the backyard. He made dinner for them, nothing fancy than a PBJ sandwich and milk.
It's not something she would usually indulge in, she was going to do it tonight, because he may not have executed his plan well, but his thought was all that matters.
He had placed her on the ground and was currently kneeling on the ground with a couple of black roses in his hand. The thorns were still on the roses, and he suddenly got up and walked towards her. Taking her hands in his, he forcefully placed the roses into hands and harshly muttered.
" The next time you want to complain to my father, think about your family and the deal we made.", and with that, he walked away, leaving Marie with blood dripping to the floor from her now wounded hand.
She slowly slid herself to the ground as tears started to cloud her vision, letting out a silent sob she squeezed her palm tightly around the thorns, tighter and much harder than how her husband did.
It was as around ten in the night and Marie did not want to wake the kids from their slumber. Looking around Marie, saw that she had a lot to clean up; because she knew that her husband was not going to do such, 'Girl Jobs.'
Halfway into cleaning, she felt a small pair of hands wrapped around the lower part of her stomach protectively, and she knew by the way the person hugged her, that it was her darling Luca.
He was shaking tremendously while muttering to himself, his hands made a fist with her shirt bunched up in his hands. Whispering words of comfort she wished she had someone to comfort her like how she comforted Luca.
Currently, in Sicily, Italy, was the President of the United States; recently his family has been receiving a lot of death threats, his son especially.
The President did not understand why this person chose to target his family, he was a man who believed and still believes that family comes first and always. And he would do anything to protect every one of his family and that is what he did.
Early this morning, the president boarded a flight to Sicily, Italy; and called an old friend of his to see how they would garner protection.
His friend was the man behind the actions and great work of the well-recognized crime-fighting organization in the world, Elite. Assassin. Spy. Organization, E.A.S.O.
They received their elite recognition, when they found the culprit that had leaked some very important information to a country that wanted to take over the U.S.
And from there E.A.S.O continued to fight crimes and punish the unjust, the World Organization decided that it was the best choice to grant E.A.S.O. permission and full authority to punish the criminals anyway they liked.
From what he heard, a month ago, he knew they were in the process of recruiting new agent because.
They wanted to both increase their influence across the world and have more agents to go to different parts of the world, live there so when there is trouble in that area; they'll just alert the agents and their mission would be completed in a jiffy.
"Ethan, my man", The president heard as he turned towards his sound and there he was, Marlos Effeau, the big boss behind the scenes of E.A.S.O's great work at the age of twenty - seven.
He achieved something that no one would ever think would bloom into the only organization that was dedicated to crime and only crime.
Marlos looked like what would be, every girls' imagination of the perfect guy; Ethan knew that girls used to inconspicuously try to through themselves at him everywhere he walked, but that was in his younger days.
Marlos had a nice pair of eyes that would probably be the reason for girls to faint, they were a dark green color that reminded Ethan of the forest.
He had a nice mop of silky smooth blond locks on his head, with a few of the locks falling over his eyes, his jawline was very sharp, and he had a faint mustache on his face.
His body was very lean as expected, he had just about the right amount of muscles that the ladies would consider, 'Hot' and 'Handsome.'
But not the type that would be considered, 'Muscular' and 'Macho.' And his skin had a tan color that gave off the 'Suffer guy' vibes.
Behind Marlos was a beautiful small slender looking lady, with what looked like his assistant. She had what seemed like a briefcase, and a pile of folders in the trolley beside her.
Her hair was in a messy bun; she had a flawless face and beautiful lips, her eyes were full of life and had a light blue color.
She had an hourglass figure and tall slender legs that seem to never end, she was wearing a cream-colored dress and blue pair of heels to complement the look.
They both were looking at the president, and he cleared his throat while shaking his head. His subconscious self was chastising his physical self for checking out another woman when he had his sweet, beautiful wife, Jenny, back at home.
He walked towards Marlos and drew him into a tight hug while patting him on his back in a brother greeting.
" If it isn't the great Marlos Effeau, how are you doing today?" asked the president.
" Been better, work's just getting a bit hectic," replied Marlos while shaking his head.
The president released a loud laugh while shaking his head after a minute, he looked towards Marlos with a serious expression on his face while saying," Well looks like your work just got a bit harder."