Aliyah thought about what Ben had playfully said earlier. Yes. she made his life miserable back in college, and even though he was being excessive with his ways, he had all the right to want to exact revenge on her. Now that she was thinking back, she did not exactly know why she was so fixated on him.She shrugged off the thought and followed them into the living room, she had some acting to do after all, and Ben would kill her if she did not put her act together, at least for now. Ben and Aliyah sat on a couch together, while his grandfather was on the couch opposite theirs, his eyes scheming through them as if searching for any hint of false chemistry between them. He still wasn't ready to accept that Ben was being honest because he was sure that the young lad wouldn't have done anything to make him quit talking about bringing a partner. Ben sat comfortably on the couch, his hands draped across Aliyah who seemed to be having a mini panic attack, she was already tired of th
A man who appeared to be in his early fifties stormed through the double doors, his hair carefully slicked back, wearing a composed expression."Sorry Father, there was a meeting with the shareholders and I was running late" the man uttered as he walked closer, "Oh Ben, I didn't know you'd be coming"Aliyah nodded in greeting, yet another person she did not know, the man seemed to observe her face as if wondering who she was supposed to be. Another middle-aged pale-looking man soon walked into her sight. "Good afternoon, Uncle Fred and Uncle Morgan," Ben greeted with no expression on his face. His Uncles? She thought to herself, with the remaining people yet to come in it was clear that this was turning into some sort of family reunion affair, that she had no idea whatsoever about, she wasn't even aware that he still had family up until just a few minutes ago. This was all happening too fast for her to catch her breath. The least he could have done was give her a heads-up about th
When they were done having dinner, Ben wiped his mouth with a napkin and rose swiftly, making Aliyah follow suit, it felt almost as if she could read his thoughts for a moment. "Grandpa, I have to leave," he paused briefly, his words disrupted the decorum of the room. He then continued. "Something came up, so I'll be heading home first. I'll come around first thing tomorrow morning on my way to work."Mr Vawn had earlier told him to meet him in the library after the dinner, and it seemed to be important, but he could tell that Ben had something of urgency he needed to attend to as well. He sighed in acceptance. "Alright, I hope you remember the promise you made earlier, boy," Mr Vawn asked, his heavy, half-closed eyes narrowed at him. Ben hesitated, his gaze traveling to Aliyah and back to his Granddad, "alright I'll keep that in mind"Mr Vawn's stare turned to Aliyah, and he seemed to flash a subtle Smile, obscured by the deep wrinkles that lined the sides of his cheeks. Maybe th
They were alone once again, and she did not know how to feel about that, at least she was no longer in the presence of his family where she had to fit in. Silence hung in the car and Aliyah would be lying if she said she was okay with it. Aliyah could feel the cold breeze coming in from the opened window, brushing past her luscious blonde hair. She pursed her lips and closed her eyes before opening them again as the world flew past her—suddenly, she had a lot on her mind and internally struggled to let words out. Ben wasn't saying anything—it didn't seem like he was open for any conversation with her, so she respected that and didn't say anything, to him—nor him to her. The air around Ben screamed for her to back off, and she complied, unaware of where they were presently heading. She wanted to open up and ask but she didn't—she couldn't, especially not with the vibe coming off him, that whole drama with his family made it clear that he did not have a good relationship wi
Aliyah was beyond terrified as she had never seen or heard a gun go off this close to her, sending a man into the cold embrace of death. Aliyah shut her eyes. Why? Why did he have to bring her here? She could have lived her life peacefully without ever seeing a scene like this. Without ever knowing the kind of things Ben could do to any man who crossed him."It seems today is not your day," Ben uttered in a calm tone. The gun was still raised at him.As Aliyah heard his words, She gently opened her eyes to the sight, and a subtle relief swept through her bones. No one was dead, at least not yet. the bullet grazed the man's left cheek leaving him in visible shock as well. Poor man. She could see as he jerked continuously out of immense fear. Which was understandable, since he just had a brush with death, its cold hands shaving past his face. She wasn't the one who got shot at, but she felt her limbs giving out on her. Did he miss the shot or was that on purpose? She asked herself
When they finally reached home, Ben did not so much as utter any word after he parked the car, he got down and strode around to the other side to access the pathway that led into his house. The whole chain of events made her forget what she had in mind. Just as he got past her, Aliyah fought against her feelings and without warning she opened her mouth and didn't realize where her next words came from. "This might not be coming at the right time. But I apologize for all those years," she paused "The years I bullied you in college. It was wrong" she admitted. Aliyah's heart flew out of her chest when all she heard was a chuckle. A deep chuckle that vibrated through her nerves and sent immense shivers down her spine. A chuckle sent a lump down her throat—reminding her that this might have been might have been a bad time to do this. "You what?" Ben asked, as if he just heard something outrageous from her lips, his gaze never for once flipping to her side—but Aliyah could feel
***The next day, Aliyah was beside herself with anxiety. She had gone to bed wanting to hopefully and magically forget the whole chain of events when she woke up. That would have been convenient for her, but things never worked that way for anyone in the real world. It was like an irrevocable moment, a stain on her psyche, that only time could wipe up. She recalled Ben's reply when she sought his forgiveness and the thought of it unsettled her, sending shivers down her spine, she had no idea just what he had in mind for her. Just when she thought he was beginning to go easy on her, unknown to her he still had things on his mind— far from forgiving her actions. The past was one thing, and forgetting it is another, but Ben didn't seem like he cared about either of them— At least that was what she thought, up until he said those words about making her suffer. He wanted to make her life miserable, and he was making it clear to her.The wounded man earlier, from what she could gather,
Aliya lay cocooned on her bed, turning to the other side as she felt a sharp ache in her neck. Her eyes fluttered open as the sunlight beamed into her room. With a yawn, she stood up and walked into the bathroom. Turning the faucet on, she splashed a considerable amount of water on her face to wade off the grogginess in her eyes. After finishing her business in the bathroom, she stepped out, brushing her hair before using a hair tie to pack it into a bun. Her gaze darted to the clock and she saw it was still as early as 6. She finished up from the room and was about to step outside when the door was suddenly knocked on, before she could answer it, the door was opened and Aliyah didn't need anyone to tell her that it was certainly Ben. "Good morning," Aliyah said as her gaze fell on the brooding young man who stood by her door with an annoyed expression. Her eyes trailed up, and he was looking down at her with both his hands in his pockets. "You have something t
Chloe stepped into her room and went on a frantic search for her phone. Her father barely threatened her but she was sure that whenever he did, it wasn't a joke—this annoyed her to the core. She picked up her phone, intending to make a call, and scrolling through the call log, she dialed a number."Hello, Clarice," she spoke abruptly. "Hey, Chloe it's been a while. How are you? you don't sound so good." Clarice detected immediately that the unease in Chloe's voice was clear."Is everything okay with you?" She asked with great concern.She drew in her breath to recall herself before she spoke. "I'm fine, umm...remember the last time we had a reunion and you invited Aliyah?" Chloe went straight to the point.Clarice was puzzled by the direction their discussion was going since Chloe never tried to hide her contempt for Aliyah. Hearing her start with something that concerned her was off-putting."Y-Yeah I do" she stammered, her lips curling to one side as she waited for her friend's
Dave Thompson sat down in the living room of his opulent house, looking disturbed and worried as he angrily slammed his phone on the table—he was heavily disoelws3d from the news he just heard. Mark was just not anyone to their organization, he had a lot of resources and was like a brother to him, so the news reaching him about the death of his friend shook him to the core, but what disturbed him more was how Mark was killed and tossed in the street close to one of their underground business headquarter—he was certain that whoever killed Michael was not just powerful but daring and he was after something that without a doubt had something to do with him as well. He cursed under his breath before standing up, pacing around, and thinking deeply about something—he would have to get Akiyah out of Ben's territory sooner and not later, cause there was so much time. If he wasn't careful, the next death would be his and maybe it would be more cruel compared to what his friend suffe
Ben held a blank look at her before he shut the door, and the last thing she saw was his lips slowly pulling into a smirk. She zapped out of the room like a scaredy cat, his eyes trailed to the item that was placed stop his table, a small parcel that was no bigger than a brick.His eyes flicked as a thought seemed to extinguish in his mind. he turned his back to carry on with what he was doing.What was that about? She wondered if she could still feel his breath on her skin even though she was away from him already.Aliyah cursed him in a low voice before heading down the stairs. Cecile was nowhere to be found and Aliyah assumed she was already getting ready in her room, so she went straight to the kitchen.She still couldn't find Viola, so she decided to just start preparing the dish, she wanted to do it alone without assistance, so this was fine. Just as Aliyah brought out the ingredients she needed, she stepped over to the refrigerator and opened it, bringing out some vegetable
Cecile might have tried to hide it but getting a compliment from Ben pleased her.She was a little girl at the end of the day and even though she was so against her brother she still sought validation from him, to be seen and to be heard.Viola and Aliyah observed as she came by to drop the plates that had been lined in the room for a while."You are lucky Master Ben didn't get angrier than that, that was a crazy stunt you tried to pull. how could you do that?" Viola stated Aliyah rolled her eyes at the endless nagging she was receiving from her makeshift older sister."Don't worry about it, I was just about tired of his attitude that was why I did that, okay?" Viola only pursed her lips.She took a long probing gaze at Aliyah's and then suddenly relented since she seemed to be getting nowhere with the scolding.With all that had happened and how Ben had reacted to the whole thing it all made Aliyah wonder if he was trying to seem softer to his sister, if that wasn't the case there wa
A black Mercedes drove into a dark alleyway across the street, a narrow way in between long buildings, and after a while, it came to a slow stop. Chris stepped out of the car, and brushed his hair to the back, with closed eyes, he took in a deep breath and ruffled his hair, a smirk seized at his lips. Rolling the car keys in his hand, he approached a door, opened it, and stepped into a dark room. As soon as he walked in, the lights flickered on, his skeptical eyes scanned the surroundings, and he muttered, "Let's get down to business, Ernesto. Unlike you, I have other things to do rather than stay hidden in a dark alleyway while planning an attack on my rival." Chris pulled out a chair, wiped it off with a napkin on the table, and sat down, crossing his legs to sit in a relaxed state. Nearly two minutes after he welcomed himself in, shoe clicks echoed through the small room and a man came into view. Standing tall, emanating a thoughtful presence, his angular jawline was mark
The heat that exploded in his body due to the spice in the food was unimaginably painful, he felt it in every inch of his body as he experienced severe heart burn, he knew for a fact, that beyond any reasonable doubt, this was a malicious orchestration. Heavy beads of sweat formed and trickled down his forehead as he held himself in place with shere will, if he wasn't used to the sensation of pain he'd have been rolling on the floor like a goddamn child.Cecile had a knack for getting back at him but he knew for a fact that she'd never pull such a trick. Already knowingly, there was only one other person who would have done it and he knew.Ben leaned his back against the wall for support, still reeling from the near-death experience he just had before he'd go back into the dining room, if she was trying to play a fast one for him for petty revenge, even if she won he wouldn't let her see that or get the pleasure of her success.Aliyah's eyes scanned around and there was still no sign
Ben left Aliyah seeking clues about what the hell he meant about all that.She was beyond confused wondering what she could possibly do to get through to him, to appeal to that rock-hard heart of his.She suddenly heard the door swing open, and Ben strutted slowly into the room looking ready to go to bed."You have told me to try to earn the privilege but you have given me no clue on how to do that whatever I do, you are just going to have to bear with it then. Until I figure it out.""Whatever I don't care," he replied casually before nestling on the bed.His answer was expected, she grinned as she watched him turn his back to her."Fine then I'll just do whatever I can since he asked for this she thought to herself."With the answer he gave, she was going to find a way to get on his good side one way or another, but before all that, there was something she needed to do first.Something that had been burning within her since the incident, her urge for vengeance, Whatever his reason
Ben pulled his car to stop, right by the corner of the road as a call came in. It was from Levi, and he had been expecting him to call sooner rather than later. He had handed Mark over to him and there were answers that he required."Hello Levi, what has he told you?" he went straight to the point."I got him to tell me all he knew, and as you suspected the Costello family seems to be involved, but I think it's more than just that, there was some sort of connivance, we've also been able to locate Riccardo's sister."He gave a deep sigh and brushed his hand through the loose strands of his hair."Find her and make sure she regains her freedom, do whatever you need to do, and bring her back.""Alright, Sir," Levi replied affirmatively"One more thing, boss, It has to do with your lady," he knew exactly who Levi was talking about."What is it?" Ben asked as his face contorted into a frown."All I could surmise is that a big player in politics seems to have been involved in a series of ki
A tall dark brooding man dropped out of his car, the entirety of his attire was black, as if he had just come from a funeral. His darkened gaze was that of a cold murderer, it was Levi, Ben's right-hand man. He tapped gracefully on the side of the cigar pack and swiped up the first one that popped up, sliding it between his fingers he lit it up and took a long, and deep breath, feeling up his insides with the thick smoke oozing from the burning cigar, he swiped it between his fingers and released a puff.Levi stared around briefly before he ambled into a seemingly abandoned building, his shoe clicked gracefully in the alleyway.tossing aside his half-finished stick of cigarette.Levi took a quick look at the battered man who was sitting on the floor with his hands tied behind his back, clear bruises lining every corner of his swollen face, hardly being able to move around because of the cruel torture he had been through. Sitting and looking pathetic on the floor, with blood oozing ou