Zamani Araya is a masochist and a sociopath. Despite her antisocial personality disorder, she tries so hard to connect with her feelings. When someone kills her brother, she is left with no other option than to find the person and end them slowly. But what happens when she falls for her brother's murderer? Will she choose her new flame over revenge? "Mournful that day, when from the dust shall rise, guilty men to be judged."
View MorePRESENT DAY“I am still wondering how Monet wound up dead and I can't even investigate it if I don't want to lose my head,” North said, playing with the food on the plate.I had nothing to say except mask my guilt. Monet was going to kill me because she thought I was going to hurt her ex boyfriend. They both really loved each other and I could not stand and watch both of them be happy together when I was dying inside of me.Maybe I could use North’s grief and loneliness to step up my game and enter another level. He was really suspicious and we were lying to one another. He knew about Bilen's death even though I lied to him that I was the one that killed Bilen, and my killing of Monet was proof of that.I was dealing with dangerous people here and it made my guard up. If they were dangerous, then I would be the goddess of danger. It was either being the scapegoat or setting trap for the goat.In this game that we are all playing here, I will not be the sore loser.“So what are you goi
North rose from the couch to go get drinks, leaving his phone. I sought that as an opportunity to seal the deal with Monet. After all, he requested my help earlier.I took his phone, unlocked it and typed a text to someone he claimed to love the most before sending and deleting it the minute Monet saw it. Monet was typing and at the end, she sent a thumbs up emoji.Deleting all traces of my communication with Monet, I dropped North's phone where I had taken it from and acted like nothing had happened.“Tesfaye really needs a better mixologist,” North said as soon as he returned with two glasses of what I assumed to be margarita.“What about Jerry? Does he suck?” I asked, stretching out to collect a glass.“Jerry is just Jerry.” North sat down on the couch and took a long sip from the glass. He scrunched up his face. “The last time I had a drink like this was the first time I met Monet at a club.”I rolled my eyes. Can't he just keep shut up about Monet for a minute? “So you've actuall
I kept on staring at North, a pang of guilt lounging at the back of my mind. He looked miserable and I had an inkling he knew I had something to do with Monet's death.TWO DAYS EARLIER My heart kept on pounding the way my fist was pounding down against Monet's door. I needed to clear up the situation with her because Tesfaye was becoming suspicious of North and I and it was unsettling.The chattering and laughing of students walking down the hallway was frightening and it made me feel disturbed. Something had to be done in order to contain the beast that might rise up to stir some unattended issues.I kept on knocking on her door, but there was no answer until the door flung open and whoever was at the other side of the door was not Monet Morales at all.“Hi?” The girl at the door looked at me from head to toe, flashing a wry smile.I swallowed the bile that formed at the back of my throat. “Hey, sorry to disturb you. But is Monet in?”“Uh…” the girl took a peek inside the room, and
NORTH CAMPBELL My heart shouldn't have been pounding when the doorbell rang. I had a feeling that Tesfaye had sent someone over to put a bullet through my head, but when I looked through the security camera, I was taken aback.Zamani was standing outside, her hands shoved in her pocket and I wondered what business she had with me this morning. After promising not to snitch on me, she went ahead to do what was in her mind.I pressed the intercom. “What d’you want, girlie?”Zamani raised her eyes to the camera and though the view was distorted, I noticed her brown beautiful eyes and I could not stay mad at her forever. “I just want to talk, North.”I pressed a button to unlock the door and the gates buzzed. Zamani climbed up the staircase and within a minute, she was knocking at the door. I swung the door open for her, but she just stood at the entrance.Evidence of a long and hectic night was drawn on her face, with the edges of her eyes slightly reddened and the shadows beneath them.
If only I was in the right state of mind, I wouldn't have knocked Monet out and tied her hands and legs, despite North's clear warnings. I did not feel obligated to Nightcore, I was doing this for myself because Monet would eventually become a problem for me, and I didn't want to deal with the situation when it got out of hand.Gathering all of my womanly strength, I carried her and put inside the car she drove here. I had texted her earlier using North's phone to meet at Westwood lake, and then deleted the texts. I don't care, but I'll kill just to have my own way. And my way includes finding Bilen’s killer.I turned on the ignition of the car, wound down the windows and closed the door, before going over to the back and pushed it into the water. I was literally getting baptized because of a sin that was as stupid as I am.I got out of the water and wore my boots, hoping no one had seen me exit the crime scene. This better be worth it because anyone involved with Nightcore, will hear
“Zamani Araya, word on the street is that you are good for business, which is why I want to offer you a job as a bartender in Midnight Oasis’ underground club,” Tesfaye said, a cringe smile plastered across his face, while taking a drag of his cigar.My palms were clammy with sweat and a rush of adrenaline was surging up my spine. A proud smile crept up my face. “Really? You want to have me around?”“Unless you are a snitch. Moreover, your boyfriend recommended you,” Tesfaye said, pointing at North.I directed my gaze at North. “You really did this for me?”North shrugged. “I mean you've helped me out, so it's my turn to help you.”“Thanks man. I appreciate it.” I eyed North cautiously, he was up to something suspicious and even though he didn't want me in the gang, he saw me as a potential murderer and someone to clean up his mess. “Umm…when can I start work?” I fidgeted a little, getting nervous.Tesfaye chuckled. “Tonight. Your boyfriend will show you around.”North huffed. “Boss,
I rapped on the door continuously that had Monet Morales’ name plaque on it. The job I was sent to do was different from the one I had in mind.There was no way in my right senses that I believed the words that came out of North's mouth and according to common sense, the timeline of his story didn't match up.After a moment later, the door finally swung open as a short ginger haired girl stood before me, an upset look on her face. North definitely has a type.“What do you want, Africa?” Her tone was mean and scary and I am not even African. I am Italian with Hebrew and African origin.I dug into my tote bag and brought out a blue file. “I have a package for Monet Morales, that's you I think.”She dragged the file from me. “Yeah, that's me.” She opened the file, only to find a white paper with three words written on it and a hundred dollar bill. “It ends tonight? What does that even mean?”I shrugged. “I don't know. I was asked to deliver it to you.”“By who?” she demanded, throwing th
A piercing noise kept on ringing inside my ear and I wondered where it was coming from. I fluttered my eyes open that was still heavy with sleep and found my phone on the nightstand, knocking over the lamp in the process.I grabbed my phone and checked the screen to see a ‘no caller ID,’ which was weird because I don't usually give anyone my contacts, even the police. “Who's this?”“Yo Zamani. How good are you at handling business?”I groaned at the person's nonchalance and disrespect. “North, is that you?”“Who else, Zamani? I'm running out of time,” North said and I could hear he was out of breath.“This…this is…” I checked the time on my bedside clock. “It's four thirty in the morning.”“Yes, and I need your help. Are you going to help me or not? It's important.”I sat up on my bed and let out a loud yawn. “I've got therapy at noon. Where should I meet you?”“Midnight Oasis. How fast can you get here, Zamani?” North asked.“Uh…in the next two hours,” I answered, feeling my energy s
“How did she do last night?” Tesfaye was in a state of utmost distress. Ever since he met Zamani last night at the club, he has been disturbed and on edge. No one has made him feel that way, not even Detective Klondike. And now, he was expecting to hear news of Zamani’s great fuck uppery.North shook his head and then smiled. “Girl is wilder than a lion. I could not believe she could handle herself.”Tesfaye nodded, taking a drag from his cigar. “When you've stayed that long in rehab, I am sure you'll have the balls to do whatever. She will be good for business, but damn, she's crazy.”North shrugged. “She seems to know what she's doing. However, I have a feeling she playing us. Girl has a boyfriend as a detective.”“Fuck,” Tesfaye murmured. “She's a snitch.”“Maybe. She kept on asking all those questions about Nightcore. I think she wants game.” North smiled as he remembered how sultry Zamani looked last night—the first night he met her—and how he kissed her soft lips.“You think she
I sucked in a breath the moment the lighter grazed my skin. A shiver ran down my spine, making the hairs on my body stand in attention. This was a painful pleasure that I will never get over, or have enough.A malevolent smile crept up on my face, as the fire burned deeply into my flesh. I wanted to feel the tingle of the flame and there was no way that sensation was missed. It sent me to cloud number nine and I never wanted to come down. The fire on my skin gave me a kind of deviled high that I could not get from drugs.Throwing my head back to lean against my door, I exhaled. No one could understand what I was feeling right now and if only people were not shallow minded, insanity wouldn't be a word in the dictionary. The ecstasy of pain has never been fully experienced before, it is a feeling which taste bittersweet and it is addictive like a drug that encapsulates reality into fiction with its realness. I have felt it and it has continued to fuel my insides with the illusion of my...
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