Diego’s POVI know I shouldn’t be here, but I find myself unable to resist the approach. Kamara wasn’t picking up my calls and I needed to check to see how my child was doing. Only to find her chatting with another man happily. I don’t know which is more annoying. Seeing her holding hands with the guy or the peaceful look in her eyes. Kamara snatched her hand away from the man and it strangely soothed me. “What are you doing here?” “You would have known if you answered your phone and not here flirting with whoever this is.” I bellowed. “Excuse me. My name is Brandon.” The man introduced himself. “Who is this, Kamara?” “It’s no one. Just don’t worry. Let's go talk in your car.” She replied wrinkling her face. I scoffed in disbelief. “Did you just say I am no one? Is he one of your admirers? Haven’t you told him?” Kamara pulled at my hand, fixing her jaw tightly. “Shut up and let's go.” “I don’t want to. You don’t get to order me around.” I gritted. She shut her eyes mumbling
Kamara’s POV “That asshole!” Chantelle cursed loudly as she paced the room back and forth. She had hurried down to the hospital the moment she got my call. I wanted to stop the flow of tears but I couldn’t. It felt like my entire world came crashing down on me and I felt lonely. Chantelle's arrival made me feel more like I had someone to lean on. I can still see the look Diego had in his eyes when he spoke. He couldn’t even pretend to be concerned about my health. I almost feel relieved at the loss of the pregnancy, but remembering all that is at stake makes me detest my life. “If I had my way, I would take the money and throw it to his face. How dare he play with your life like that?” She kept ranting. I should have kept my mouth shut and not told her everything Diego said to me. But I was too overwhelmed and had no one to tell my woes to. I wish my parents were here. They would have consoled me better. My eyes watered and all of my strong walls came crashing down. I have never
Diego’s POV “Doctor, how does it make any sense that the same procedure you did to get her pregnant can’t be repeated again?” I asked putting the phone on loudspeaker. The doctor coughed lightly on the other end. “Sir, the process is beyond just injecting the mix into her. She would have to go through the mental torture of getting her body ready and then carrying the eggs again with the same procedure would harm her. I have told you this before, please I need you to understand me. This is my professional advice, you will be putting a lot at risk if you don’t listen to me. Just in case you intend to visit another doctor. If they get on with it, you are likely to have a murder case on your hands.” I didn’t wait to hear the rest of what she had to say before ending the call. My head seems to be hurting from the news. To think I already made Nana rest assured she was going to have a grandchild soon. That dumb head that calls herself Kamara just couldn’t stay in one place and had to ru
Kamara’s POV I stared blankly at the wall dreading any sound that I might hear. The one I feared the most was my phone ringing. Tears rolled down my face uncontrollably and I couldn’t seem to stop. I have harbored the thought of telling my parents about what I got myself involved in, but what difference would it make? We would end up on the streets and all of my sacrifice would be for nothing. How am I supposed to sleep with a man that I do not have any interest in? It’s bad enough that I have to deal with his disrespect and scornful glares. The room suddenly felt suffocating and the dark shadows of my life kept roaming around me like wraiths. Chantelle knocked roughly from behind the door. “Open the door, Kamara.” She yelled. I have been indoors since yesterday when I got discharged from the hospital without food or water just crying my eyes out. I don’t feel the need to struggle to live. I am at a crossroads in my life that I can’t seem to find a way out of. “Kamara come on,
Author’s POVChantelle put her dark glasses down an inch to see Fernando seated with his head bowed deeply into the papers in front of him. She snickered entering the space. Noticing her presence, Fernando raised his head and gulped hard at the sight of her. There is something about Chantelle that has him melting on the spot. If not because he had to act professionally whenever he found himself in her presence. He would have asked her out on a date. “Hello, Miss Chantelle. It's nice to see you again.” He said smiling. Chantelle scoffed taking off the glasses. “Thankfully I do not share your feelings. I am actually more keen on breaking the head of both yours and that criminal of a friend you have. But then I am too civil to get involved in w bloody mess like that. So here we are.” Fernando had an amused look on his face in place of anger. “I am glad to see you regardless. What can I help you with?” “It's nothing much. I don’t know if telling you this alone will make an impact or
Kamara’s POV One Week LaterWhen Chantelle said she got the almighty Diego to agree to seven more days of rest, I almost didn’t believe it and expected that he might put a call through and rain curses on me for disregarding him, but to my surprise he never called until the week was complete. I thought I already had enough time to get prepared. But here I am feeling the urge to run for my life and never come back. We picked my ovulation week and agreed to spend two nights together. I couldn’t stand to be with him in an enclosed space with him. My heart kept thumping like it would leap out of its cage. I reached for my bag and searched inside for the vodka Chantelle had slipped inside. She advised that I get drunk to get it over with. I checked the time and it seems like he won’t arrive as early as expected. I am not much of an alcohol fan, but it appears I have no other choice now. Unscrewing the cover, I chugged down the content ignoring the harsh feeling in my throat, and drank h
Diego’s POV “Boss, the package is at the port, but the redfish won’t let us move.” One of my men Louis informed me. He had a worried expression on his face, which is unlike him. The pen I was flipping at the time he walked in dropped from my hand onto the table. Sucking my teeth, I held his gaze. “Tell me one thing, Louis. What exactly did I hire you for?” He blinked looking confused. His sudden meekness is getting on my nerve. “S…sir? I tried to coerce him, but he wouldn’t budge.” “And what do we do to men like him?” I questioned with a raised brow. My patience is running thin with his refusal to give a quick response.“Y…you want us to kill him? Boss, that will be a massive risk, and it might lead to an unwarranted gang war.” “Do I look like I care, Louis? If redfish is stupid enough to stop my goods, then all he deserves is a peaceful sleep. I don’t care how you intend to handle this, Louis. My goods must get to their destination without any scratch. If that happens consider y
Kamara’s POV “Ouch.” I yelped as the needle pricked my finger. Chantelle hurried out of her room in concern, her eyes searching around like she expected to see a stranger lurking around. “What happened?”“Was I that loud?” I asked, surprised at her reaction. She huffed, plopping onto the couch. “Well, it has been really quiet around here and that yelp had me jumping out of my skin.” I chuckled, returning my attention to the dress I was making. “Just admit that your head hasn’t been in the right place lately.” “I could say the same for you, Kam. You have been drawing designs and making dresses like you have some kind of deadline that I do not know about. What is going on?” I kept my eyes focused on the sequin material I was working on. It's been over two weeks since I had sex with Diego. The memory of it would have been harder to deal with if I was drunk on both nights. My skin crawls at the thought of what I have had to do these past months to get money. This isn’t who I intende
Diego's POVI returned to Nana's ward and by the time I got up there, the doctors were out already. “What about her?” I asked, trying to restrain myself. It was all my fault. If I had just stayed back, I wouldn't have gotten Nana involved in all of this. “She is responding to treatments but she's yet to be conscious. I can't guarantee when she would be awake, and her responding to treatments might only be temporary because she sustained a shock during the shot.” The Doctor explained calmly and I wanted to plant my fist right in his face but yeah, what would it even change?Without listening any further, I walked into Nana's hospital room. There were calculated beeping sounds as I stepped in to look at her, different machines connected to get the body to keep her alive. I paused as I looked up at her trembling slightly. “D-don’t tell me you'll also leave me, Nana.” I choked, my body rooted to the spot and unable to move. I thought all this while, I have been able to protect Nana from
Kamara's POV A dull, throbbing pain at the back of my head was the first thing I registered as I felt my consciousness drift back to me. My limbs felt heavy and it felt difficult to breathe. The last thing I remembered was being in the garden and now… now?My eyes fluttered open, everything dim and almost dark. It took a while before my eyes finally adjusted to the sight around. I couldn't tell where I was but from the fresh scent of alcohol and cigarette, I was tell someone was here not so long ago. I tried to move, but pressure dug into my body making me wince a little. Rope, I was tied to a chair. My breath hitched. Where am I? The last thing I remembered were those voices in the garden telling me their boss would love me. I didn't know who could have done this but my only thought was either it was connected to Diego or something else but there was no way it would be something else because he is the only dangerous thing I am connected to. “You're finally awake.” A deep voice
Mancini Vando’s POV I sat comfortably in the hotel as I stared over at Fernando Hernandez who sat there with a defeated look. Everything was going better than I had planned for. “You aren't here to defend your boss, are you, Fernando?” I asked him, amber swirling the liquid in my glass as I glanced back at him. “We agreed you wouldn't be there either. Neither you nor your brother, but for Don Diego to intentionally plant an explosive device at the port? You have no evidence and so you can't break the truce just because of that.” Fernando hissed, trying hard to keep his anger in check and it felt so satisfying. “Don Diego went against our initial plan, Fernando. We agreed no one would appear there during the exchange and he was there. There's footage of him there and causing the explosion.” I replied, knowing fully well I was playing my card right. Knowing Diego, he would want to barge in here to cause a fight but the only thing keeping him in check was his man here. What a pathetic
Mancini Vando’s POV I sat comfortably in the hotel as I stared over at Fernando Hernandez who sat there with a defeated look. Everything was going better than I had planned for. “You aren't here to defend your boss, are you, Fernando?” I asked him, amber swirling the liquid in my glass as I glanced back at him. “We agreed you wouldn't be there either. Neither you nor your brother, but for Don Diego to intentionally plant an explosive device at the port? You have no evidence and so you can't break the truce just because of that.” Fernando hissed, trying hard to keep his anger in check and it felt so satisfying. “Don Diego went against our initial plan, Fernando. We agreed no one would appear there during the exchange and he was there. There's footage of him there and causing the explosion.x I replied, knowing fully well I was playing my card right. Knowing Diego, he would want to barge in here to cause a fight but the only thing keeping him in check was his man here. What a pathetic
Kamara’s POV“Come on Kamara, how can you decide to go on a shopping spree with Nana and leave me in the dark?” Chantelle whined over the phone as I searched for something to wear in my closet. We haven't gone out for a walk in a while so Nana and I decided to go shopping for the baby beforehand. It's only been two months but it wasn't like I could say no to her when she was so excited. “You're in Chicago for the weekend, Chantelle. When you're done with work, we can always go out anytime.” I rolled my eyes, checking out an outfit in the mirror. “Next time? Do you think Diego will let you out?” She said and I cringed at the mention of his name. I haven't seen him again since three nights ago when we had dinner together and he grumbled all through dinner. I spent hours on those dishes even if they were meant for Nana and not him. “Then we'll just have to sneak out.” I replied, a smile spreading across my face at the idea of sneaking out. The chances would be slim but I want to see t
Diego’s POV“I would wring her neck if she wasn’t carrying my child,” I growled, lighting the cigarette in my hand not minding that I was in the car. Fernando looked up from the file he was reading through in the passenger's seat. I had requested to drive myself to the office and he didn't protest, seeing it as a way to get things done. “Seems like a bad morning?” “Of course.” I hissed at the pain that ran through my wounded arm. “You do know you could actually be jailed if you lay a finger on her. Your mafia roots won’t save you this time.” “All I have to do is make sure I am not caught.” I seethed. “You need to have seen the fearless look in her eyes when she talked back to me.” He hummed absentmindedly. “How is your wound?” “Aches crazily,” I admitted kissing my teeth in anger at the thought of the pain I had to go through with just a damn shot. To top it all, I had to deal with her. “That aside, we have a bit of a problem,” Fernando said, waving a few papers like I could re
Kamara’s POV I feel so restless and hungry. I have been moving around the bed like someone whose body is being pricked. The damned live-in nurse who also serves as Diego’s spy dog seems so keen on seeing my end. Putting me on a stupid diet that doesn’t even resonate with my cravings. Never thought I had it in me to desire food so much. I had read somewhere that pregnant women are allowed to cheat on their diets. But bitch ass nurse Candace wouldn’t let me be. Sitting up, I let out a strained breath, I won’t be able to get any wink of sleep if I don’t indulge in my desire tonight. I tiptoed out of the room, and down the hallway to the kitchen. Seeing it so close to my reach makes my heart sing in delight. All I want is some chocolates. All thanks to Chantelle and Nana who helped hide it in one of the cabinets Candace would never have thought to search. A small smile played on my lips as I reached for a chocolate bar. Tearing it open and taking a bite, I was transported to paradise
Diego’s POV “What do you want?” Kamara grumbled rudely on the other end. “Like I would want anything from you.” I retorted, sucking my teeth. “I just needed to be sure you are where you should be.” She snorted. “Like you don’t have enough spies doing your bidding. Do I look like a leash dog to you? Obviously, you have nothing else to say to me. Which implies the end of discussion.” And just like that the line went dead. My hand gripped the phone tightly. I am going to deal with her. “Trouble in paradise?” Fernando asked, throwing peanuts into his mouth. “That Kamara girl is so rude.” I hissed“Someone that I think you truly deserve.” “You are stupid.” “Could say the same for you. Moreover, why did you lie about us traveling to Nana when we are right here in Atlanta?” I shifted in my chair, crossing my legs. “If Nana finds out that I am engaging in any kind of brawl with the Mancini brothers she would have a fit.” “I feel crazy right now that I am actually involved with you i
Kamara’s POV“Here we are,” Chantelle announced before letting out a loud gasp. Her eyes were almost out of their sockets. “This is one huge house. I would kill to spend some time here.” I let out a disgruntled sound and got my things out of the car. It took me days to eventually agree to the fact that I am carrying my arch enemies child and it is my duty to birth it. As Chantelle said, getting it done within no time is the best way to forget any of this ever happened. Diego had asked to send his driver but I refused and said Chantelle would drop me off. I need someone close enough to know where I would be living for the next eight months just in case I get killed. “Stop overthinking it.” Chantelle rubbed at my back. “If I go into that house, I am going to be spending months with strangers and probably have my life on hold.” “I can always come by to see you. It can’t be that bad.” She mumbled trying to look positive. “It is that bad.” I let out in a whisper. “These folks are mur