To say I was losing my grip was a very big understatement. I mean, have you ever gone through a psych evaluation before where all your answers point to you being a nut-job?I fixed my burning gaze on Dr. Dawit as he kept on assessing my medical file. It's been three years since I left rehab and I don't know why my grandmother and this doctor decided to open old wound. I am totally fine and no one wants to agree with me.Dr. Dawit shifted his gaze from my file and looked up at me, a smile growing on his face. “Zamani, I want you to know that this is a safe space and anything you tell me is between us.”A scoff unknowingly slipped out of my mouth. “So no telling my grandmother anything?”Dr. Dawit nodded. “Client confidentiality. I want you to trust me in order for me to help you.”“Then you must think I'm crazy,” I retorted. I was not having any of this. I only agreed to do this so that my grandmother and Orion would roll off my back. I owe no one sanity.Dr. Dawit shook his head, a sm
“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
PRESENT 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