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 POVWhy the fuck is that lady not responding to my text? I glanced at my messages and call log but nothing came from Kamara. I had kept my distance to keep from appearing desperate, but her decision to not respond to me was driving me nuts. Close to a month since we had sex and she has chosen to keep mute. Would it be wrong to barge in on her? Or did she run away? But that would be stupid of her. All I have to do is have her family out of the house and into the streets in no time. She is stressing me out. On second thought, what if she is experiencing some sort of complications again and resorted to not telling me? Knowing that might be the case made me clench my fist tightly. She is nothing but a pain in the ass. “How is Kamara?” Nana asked out of the blue. Fernandez's laughter that I had shut out a while ago drowned out with a cough all of a sudden and his glass of juice hung in the air. He had come by the house to pick me up for the night out we were having. Only to get
Kamara’s POV“Are you sure you won’t take a test?” Chantelle queried for the umpteenth time. I groaned inwardly throwing her a hard glare. “What is it with you and pestering me to death?” “Don’t tell me you are going to play pretend and act like you don’t see yourself. You have been finding it hard to wake up with a clear head and when you do all of the food you get to eat ends up in a puke. You are pregnant.” I cringed at her announcement. As much as I have been waiting for this for over a month now. It doesn’t change the fact that the idea sounds crude in my ear. Unknown to Chantelle I had taken a pregnancy test by myself when she was out of the house. I practically cried my eyes out at the result. I am not sure I want any part of this. Chantelle made a face and tilted her head. “You do know you suck at lying right?” I gulped, “what do you mean?”“Exactly what you heard. Your face color deepens whenever you lie. I know you are aware of your present condition. What I do not und
Diego’s POV“Where is that bastard?” I growled, turning my eyes to Aiden. His throat bobbed with difficulty as he clasped his hands behind him while avoiding my eyes. “Redfish was able to escape.” “I don’t care where that bastard must have run to. Did I hear that one of my packages is with him?” I questioned. “Y…yes, boss.” I cackled dryly. “It's obvious you have a death wish, Aiden. Find redfish and get my package back!” “We can’t just go after him, he is in Italy as we speak.” “So?” Aiden looked like he would shed some tears. “It is far from our territory, boss. He already linked up with Guillermo. And you know what that means.” I sucked my teeth, feeling irritated. Guillermo is one of my family’s longest enemy and he always seems to enjoy tugging at my patience. “Alright, send Bruno over. He will handle it just the way I expected you to.” “Yes, boss.” He mumbled, turning to leave. “And Aiden… do yourself a favor and keep your stupid face away from my sight.” I gnashed m
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
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