Al-Amin
It was two in the morning, he couldn't sleep, not after what happened last night. The whore he had brought home was a spy, if he hadn't came out of the bathroom sooner, she would have planted the camera. Fuck her!
But she was so trained, he had to admit. She had been in the torture room since the last eighteen hours and still she hadn't given up the name of who she works for.
How dare that slut!
Al-Amin poured himself another glass of champagne. He picked up the glass and took the long hallway past the hall then took the elevator down to the library.
The torture room was soundproof and situated in the library. He entered a code on the wall and the shelves separated while he strolled in.
"Did she talk yet?" He asked.
"No boss." Zach answered.
Al-amin took from the tools laid out on the table. Maria's eyes followed it. The scalpel, hamme
MakaylaWith delight in her heart, she picked up her phone once she saw the caller."Hello papa" She sing-sang."My dearest Makayla." Al-Amin greeted on the other end of the line."Papa, are you well?" Makayla, worried by the distress in his voice."Oh I am, just a little trouble here."Makayla shot up from her seat. "What trouble? Tell me you're okay? Do you need me to come home?"Al-Amin chuckled. "Stay where you are? It's nothing serious.""What happened though?" Makayla asked, a bit calmer."I went for a party and brought a beautiful girl home. She turned out to be a spy from Khalil.""Oh my God! Papa." Makayla gasped."Yeah, she's in my custody.""Is it still on the matter of you being a shareholder in his network and security company?" Makayla aske
SPIKEAryan got to Mr. Dhanial's house and without further ado, he was ushered in. He stepped into the luxuriously decorated living room that was well festooned with gold embroidery that befitted the settees and white color paintings.On the center marble table that was situated in the middle of the living room, was a lion head sculptured with gold, its eyes glittering with diamond.Mr. Dhanial was sitting on the arm chair, tigers beside his feet, real tigers to be precise and body guards behind him. They stood on their full heights, hands clasped either in front of their torso or behind their backs all wearing dark tinted glasses.“Sir.” Spike called while standing in front of him with his hands behind him.Mr. Dhanial took a drag of the tobacco and spoke, smoke coming out of his nostrils and mouth.“Spike,
The moon took a peek at her as she glided back and forth in the water, her hair splaying about, her skin glowing in the moonlight.She did back strokes and went under the water for some minutes before coming back up. It was as if the moon light was glued on her like a spot light.He stood in his balcony, taking a sip of his wine and staring at her. Makayla knew he was there but she didn’t want to raise her head to look at him so he wouldn’t go away. This time he didn’t see Ayesha in her.He saw Makayla in Makayla.Something bulged in his trouser. The fucker just had to…He hissed and went back inside the room. He wanted to pour himself another glass of fruity wine but the bottle was empty.Makayla decided it was time to go back into the house, after drying herself completely, holding the towel in her hand. She was walking while typing away on her phone, bumping int
Al-AminMaria! Maria!! Maria!!! He singsong and stirred his tea with the teaspoon.She sighed"How do you do, beauty?"She sighed again, snubbing him.She chewed her lips, he stirred his tea and drank some and he licked his lips."Chinese Tea is the best. This green tea literally helps to relax my body,"Maria rolled her eyes at him.Al- Amin stood up and stretched his body.."Maria, how do you do?" he maintained his calm voice.Her stomach grumbles loud enough for him to hear and right about time, the maid entered the room."Take it back, please," Al-Amin ordered and the maid stood still.Maria gasp and stared at him. "Why should she take it back?" she asked him.He ignored her.Her voice broke "but I'm hungry,"
KnoxPleasuring his sweet Maykala was the best feeling in the world for him. Kissing her with all his might, feeling her soft lips and touching her body, making her shiver, hearing her moans while tasting her sweetness made him proud to see his love satisfied. But that experience was not on his mind at the moment.When Maykala abruptly left, all he could think about was her father, Al-Amin Quraishi Abbadi. Who was he? What did he do for a living? Why didn't Maykala tell him anything about him before?He grabbed his laptop, turned it on and did a background check on Maykala and her father. If Makayla wasn't going to tell him anything about her family, he was going to take matters into his own hands.Knox went to a website that did background checks on anyone. He typed in Al-Amin’s full name and searched for him. Finding him was not a challenge as he was the only one with a name like that.
KnoxHe drove his car and left it not well parked before storming inside the house, carrying the girl from the park and straight up to his room. He left her on the bed and went back out.“Makayla! Makayla!” He called out on top of his voice.“What if it was Al-Amin that sent the men…” He left the thought hanging. He thought about blaming Makayla but yet he wanted to find out first before jumping into conclusion.“Makay...”“I’m here, what is it?" She stood in front of him in the hallway. He paced about and finally stopped in front of her.“Oh.” She covered her mouth with her palm to muffle her scream.“What happened? How? What?” She stuttered. Knox held her shoulders.“I'm fine, baby.” He smiled. “I'm fine.”Her eyes widened in surprise. “Baby” she almost smiled. She touched his face and he yelped in pain.
After he finished cleaning up, he put on a pair of joggers with a shirt and a pair of sneakers. He grabbed a face cap and took his silencer, tucking it in behind his joggers.Taking the keys to the black Ferrari, left the room, strolled to Makayla's room where he heard giggles and knocked lightly on the door.“Come in, Knox.” Makayla answered.“She is silly and stressing me out on what to wear so we decided to play dress up.”“Good. You girls have fun.” He repeated the address Pamela told him and left for the place.It was easy to locate the house because it stood different from other houses and was located at the end of the area of where she had mentioned, although it was not really far from Beverly Hills.He parked his Ferrari outside the house and went to the press the door bell. A man in his mid thirty opened the door with a smoke in between his lips.“Pamela.” Knox said.&ldq
AL-AMINThe marriage of Al-Amin and Maria was about to happen. Some preparations were being done. Al-Amin financed everything from the building, food, wedding dress and suit, DJ, and so much more. He had an excess amount of money and power to make sure the wedding felt grand and magical. On the other hand, Maria was not happy, and he noticed.“Maria, what’s wrong? Aren’t you happy that you’re about to get married to me? I made sure that everything felt extravagant because my future wife deserves to be spoiled.” He told her, disappointment showing on his face.“I appreciate it, but I hate how you forced me to marry you, and I had no say.” She said, not looking him in the eye.He ignored her comment.&l
Laughter bursted through Knox's house as the family and friends were discussing recent events. Inaya and Chantelle were playing with their toys in front of everyone. “I heard that the wedding between Al-Amin and Maria was awkward. Is that true?” Spike asked. “I was the only one here that was invited to the wedding,” Knox responded. “I wasn’t aware of the wedding,” Malia commented. “Same here,” Aakhifah said. “Tell us about the wedding,” Pamela pleaded. "But you were there, Pamela!" Makayla interjected. "Shit! My brain forgot." Pamela said. “The wedding was pretty nice. The building was huge, and Al-Amin sure did put in a lot of money to make it look extravagant. There were a lot of Muslim cultures. The food was good, and the music was joyful.” He explained. “That’s nice and all, but you still haven’t answered my question. Was the marriage awkward for Al-Amin and Maria?” Spike asked. “Al-Amin was enjoying the wedding. He was happy that he was marrying Maria. But, Maria
MAKAYLAShe woke up naked with the bedsheets tangled around her body. She groaned as the memories of what transpired during the night hit her.A smile lifted at the side of her lips as she turned her head to look at Knox. His eyes were wide open like he had been awake, watching her as she slept.“Ah!” Makayla screamed and almost fell out of the bed but he held her hand and drew her close to him.“That was creepy!” she placed her hand on her chest. “Why you staring at me like that?” His expression remained stoic.She snapped her fingers in his face.“To earth, Knox.”He blinked his eyes. “You remind me of my Ayesha.”Makayla raised an eyebrow. "Ayesha? Who is she?" He ignored her and stood up to go to the bathro
KNOXHe had gone out to pick Aryan or Spike rather and his family at McDonald’s to come stay in his house. Now that he and Spike worked together, Knox had to protect him because he now realized that the con life which he was good at and the gambling, there was more than just it; the billionaire clique, everything. Thanks to Spike who had shed more light to everything and himself, he was ready for whatever stunt Dhanial wanted to pull. Pamela was now his responsibility and neither of them regretted the death of Bloom, in fact Pamela was happy he was dead and he helped her buried her mother.Another thing was, Knox still hadn’t find out what Makayla was up to, all he knew was that the moment he received her file from Al-Amin Quraishi Abaddi, he knew it was about coning and to break her from being dominating to submissive.He sighed.Since the
SPIKESpike held the silencer and waited for the front door to open. The reason he had chosen the silencer was to keep his hiding safe, so they wouldn't get where the bullet came from.As soon as the first assassin entered, he aimed for his head and pulled the trigger. What Spike did not quickly get was that they were assassins like him and were as smart as he was. The two assassin started to shoot at the chairs but spike was fast enough. He quickly rolled out and bent his head, caught hold of his gun that fell from his hand shot and assassin by his ribs.He circled the other one and stopped in front of him. Guns aimed at each other."Let's fight hand to hand." Spike stated, his eyes shooting knives at the last assassin. The second one he shot by the ribs was already losing consciousness.The assassin flung the gun away and Spike d
KHALILThe wedding went well and he felt honored to be invited but what left him as a puzzle was: Why would Al-Amin get married to his ex-assassin?Why? His ex-assassin whose friend, took his death. Accidentally.The second question was: what relationship does Knox and Spike have? Khalil had seen Knox excuse himself from his family including his girlfriend Makayla and a black pretty girl. Such a beauty, he thought. He followed him to the other side of the wedding venue at the waterfall where he saw him talking with Spike. Their voices were too low for him to hear their conversations plus he must not be seen.Why?Al-Amin wedded his ex-assassin;Knox and Spike. Fuck! He slammed his hand on the table.Aside from William, the cunning smart ass bastard, who wa
AL-AMINThe marriage of Al-Amin and Maria was about to happen. Some preparations were being done. Al-Amin financed everything from the building, food, wedding dress and suit, DJ, and so much more. He had an excess amount of money and power to make sure the wedding felt grand and magical. On the other hand, Maria was not happy, and he noticed.“Maria, what’s wrong? Aren’t you happy that you’re about to get married to me? I made sure that everything felt extravagant because my future wife deserves to be spoiled.” He told her, disappointment showing on his face.“I appreciate it, but I hate how you forced me to marry you, and I had no say.” She said, not looking him in the eye.He ignored her comment.&l
After he finished cleaning up, he put on a pair of joggers with a shirt and a pair of sneakers. He grabbed a face cap and took his silencer, tucking it in behind his joggers.Taking the keys to the black Ferrari, left the room, strolled to Makayla's room where he heard giggles and knocked lightly on the door.“Come in, Knox.” Makayla answered.“She is silly and stressing me out on what to wear so we decided to play dress up.”“Good. You girls have fun.” He repeated the address Pamela told him and left for the place.It was easy to locate the house because it stood different from other houses and was located at the end of the area of where she had mentioned, although it was not really far from Beverly Hills.He parked his Ferrari outside the house and went to the press the door bell. A man in his mid thirty opened the door with a smoke in between his lips.“Pamela.” Knox said.&ldq
KnoxHe drove his car and left it not well parked before storming inside the house, carrying the girl from the park and straight up to his room. He left her on the bed and went back out.“Makayla! Makayla!” He called out on top of his voice.“What if it was Al-Amin that sent the men…” He left the thought hanging. He thought about blaming Makayla but yet he wanted to find out first before jumping into conclusion.“Makay...”“I’m here, what is it?" She stood in front of him in the hallway. He paced about and finally stopped in front of her.“Oh.” She covered her mouth with her palm to muffle her scream.“What happened? How? What?” She stuttered. Knox held her shoulders.“I'm fine, baby.” He smiled. “I'm fine.”Her eyes widened in surprise. “Baby” she almost smiled. She touched his face and he yelped in pain.
KnoxPleasuring his sweet Maykala was the best feeling in the world for him. Kissing her with all his might, feeling her soft lips and touching her body, making her shiver, hearing her moans while tasting her sweetness made him proud to see his love satisfied. But that experience was not on his mind at the moment.When Maykala abruptly left, all he could think about was her father, Al-Amin Quraishi Abbadi. Who was he? What did he do for a living? Why didn't Maykala tell him anything about him before?He grabbed his laptop, turned it on and did a background check on Maykala and her father. If Makayla wasn't going to tell him anything about her family, he was going to take matters into his own hands.Knox went to a website that did background checks on anyone. He typed in Al-Amin’s full name and searched for him. Finding him was not a challenge as he was the only one with a name like that.