“Christ Zamani!” I jolted up from the toilet seat when the door to the stall flung open and I was met with my grandmother’s stern look. The lighter in my custody felt the need to fall off my hand at that particular moment and everything around me told me that I was screwed.Words were stuck on my tongue as I stared from my grandmother to the lighter on the floor, and then back to my grandmother.“See, I told you that she loses her grip whenever Bilen is mentioned.” A familiar voice resonated from a distance and my legs were forced to start moving.I walked past my grandmother, slamming my shoulder against hers in the process in order to have a word with the traitor, but grandmother dragged me back and before I could say anything, her palm landed on my face.I held my face as tears threatened to spill.“How could you, Zamani? I gave you the benefit of the doubt, but this…this is the last straw,” she spoke in an angry tone as her eyes became glossy. “Even with a psychiatrist, you still
The Westwood police department precinct was kind of busy as police officers, citizens and offenders were bustling in and out like confused insects and headless chickens.With my fists shoved in the pocket of my jacket, I stared up ahead at the building, scared of walking inside. What if I get apprehended? Or, what if I see Monty inside there? Will he give me his attention or, will he act as if he doesn't know me at all?Summoning courage, I stepped into the fray of the station and met an officer at the front desk. The officer there was looking like he was in his mid-fifties and he was kind of welcoming with a smile.“I am here to see Detective Montgomery regarding the Araya case,” I said.“And you are?”“Zamani Araya. Sister to the victim.”“Oh.” The officer nodded. “Detective Montgomery is not in right now. But I suggest you wait for him.”I shook my head in refusal, a soft smile plastered across my face. “I don't think I can wait. I have somewhere to be.”“Ma'am, if it's urgent, it
“Detective Montgomery, is this the sister of our interesting victim?” A blonde woman that looks exactly like Monty, and was adorned in an exquisite bespoke suit asked, a cynical smile plastered on her face.Interesting victim? Never in life or death would I have thought Bilen to be tagged as an interesting person.“Yes, Detective Klondike,” Monty said. “This is Zamani Araya.”“Oh nice,” Detective Klondike mused as she closed the spaces between us and then, caressed my face. Her smile widened. “She looks too innocent.”I slapped her hand away from my face. “Don't touch me.”Monty and Klondike shared a laugh. “Easy there, tiger,” Klondike said. “I just wanted to know how fierce you are. Hmm, Montgomery, I actually like this one.”Monty groaned. “And I thought you both would have bitten off each other's faces by now.”“Nah. Miss Araya is quite interesting.”“It's Zamani, you idiot,” I told her.Why can't people just stop calling me Miss Araya? I always make it clear that my name is Zaman
It was a cold morning. I could smell the freshly scythed grass from the kitchen open window and it filled me with contentment, that, and having the knowledge that whoever killed my brother was in Nightcore.“Zamani, are you still here?” Orion questioned, as he sat on the stool next to me at the kitchen island. “By the way, what time did you return yesterday?”“Midnight,” I answered, taking a long annoying slurp from the mug to irritate Orion.“Westwood is a dangerous place at night and it is inappropriate for a girl to walk alone at night.”“Oh no,” I waved his fake concern off and laughed. “Are you worried for me?”Orion turned to look at me, a glare plastered on his face. “Are you such a fool, Zamani?”My eyes widened and my jaw clenched in annoyance. “You don't have to be worried. Monty brought me home.”“That fucking slime,” Orion murmured under his breath. But not too much because I heard him.I shook my head. “Do you always have a problem with whatever I do or whoever I associat
One of the things I loved was seeing Orion get riled up that his face would almost shatter like a glass.It made me excited.Inside of Midnight Oasis was loud and crazy and yeah, the music was soul soothing, as well as soul crushing and deafening. I wasn't immune to the noise and I wondered how Orion did it.I followed behind him like a confused puppy and he had no choice than to tighten his grip on me, all because he claimed he didn't want me to get lost amidst the unholy crowd.The crowd was unholy alright, but there was a particular wave of good vibrations that filled the place and truly, the name of the club fitted its aura.“Zamani, are you alright?” Orion asked on top of his voice.If I said I was alright, I would be lying like the pathetic liar that I was, but I didn't have it in me. “I am not okay. My eardrums are in danger.”His face curled in a smug smile. “I told you to stay home, but you refused.”“You can't tell me what to do and not,” I retorted.Surprisingly, Orion rele
“I am not supposed to indulge you in any conversation for now. However, Zamani, I'd like you to excuse Blackwood and I,” Tesfaye commanded, as he stared at Zamani, and then back to Orion.Zamani swallowed a lump forming in her throat and nodded. “Alright then. I'll be filling my stomach with free drinks.”Orion tensed. “Don't you get drunk, Zamani. You are already a tough case to deal with.”Zamani sneered at Orion and then flashed a smile at Tesfaye. She walked out, leaving the two tough men alone.“What were you thinking bringing that crazy girl here?” Tesfaye questioned, a hot steam of anger radiating from him. All his jokes and sweet words to Zamani were just pretense and thank God, she didn't fall for them.“She followed me. I intentionally lost her upstairs, but I don't know how she found this place,” Orion commented, his jaw tightening. He was as equally pissed as Tesfaye, for they saw Zamani as a big threat. But Orion was more pissed because Zamani engaged Tesfaye in a convers
I was stupid, I knew that. But I never knew or thought my stupidity would strike a nerve.North froze on the spot while he was in the process of opening a door. He blinked twice, trying to recover from the reverie. “How…how did you know about Nightcore, girlie?”I shrugged. “Everyone in Westwood and beyond knows Tesfaye is the boss, and we had a conversation before you came.”North rolled his eyes. “That's so bad. I wanted to show you something interesting, but it seems you are only interested in Nightcore.”“I'm not going to lie to you,” I answered.“Anyway,” North held me by the wrist. “You are too innocent to know any danger.”I groaned. I knew deep down that I was a troubleshooter, but who cares? “What do you mean by that?”North laughed. “Have you killed anyone before?”I cringed at the question. I have never hurt anyone except myself and Orion and I would never take a life, considering that was a cruel and wicked thing to do. However, I needed to play it cool. “Yeah, with my gra
North sped down the illuminated roads of Westwood and I sought that as a cue to rest my head on his back, fluttering my eyes close as the warm night breeze brushed down my cheeks.I tightened my grip around his waist to avoid my brains splattering on the road. As much as I loved pain, I cherish my life so much that I can die for myself, but, no thank you.“Zamani,” North coughed, as his back vibrated. The sound reverberated through my chest. “Allow me some air, please.”“Oof! Sorry,” I apologized and retracted my hands from around his enormous body a little bit.“All good,” he said and I felt my cheeks turn crimson like an overripe tomato.Some minutes later, North pulled up in a slum-like area. He parked under a street lamp post that was flickering and it got me nervous. I was not stupid enough to know that he gave me a gun and asked him to follow him in order to jump somebody.I hopped off the bike, holding North’s arm for balance. He pulled off his helmet and his gaze met mine. I s