Kamara's POV I have never felt this suffocated in my entire life. Nothing seems to be working. We have spent four days out of the week. Dad has been discharged from the hospital and only returned to become depressed. It would have been much better if he stayed back. Like a raging bull, I have stormed everywhere that seems like the best option to get the money. We have no family members to run to. Every time I look at my siblings, I try not to imagine the horror they would be subjected to if we end up on the streets. Atlanta isn't a friendly place for the homeless. You would have to be as rugged as it is to cope. Throwing my head to the back, I tapped my feet anxiously on the hard floor. Searching my head for any kind of solution that I can come up with. My younger siblings have gone to stay with Chantelle's mum until I get to sort out whatever this is. I felt mum's shadow over me. “Kamara?” She called out softly. I haven't talked to her and my dad since that day. I don't know wh
Diego's POV “Oh, my goodness, Hernandez. You are unbelievable!” I kissed my teeth, slamming my hand on the table. “One thing I have noticed until now with you is how good you are at running your mouth. Probably because you are a lawyer, it's easy for you to say things you are incapable of.” He bites deep into the apple in his hand, chewing slowly on it like he doesn't give a fuck about whatever it is I am saying. Somebody had better hold me back before I decide to maul him. “Why are you always so impatient? It's been barely two days, and you are already frustrated. I told you to leave it to me, I never said you wouldn't be involved in the active search. Do I look like a matchmaker to you?” I grabbed one of the heavy books on my table and flung it at him. With his usual poise, he dodged it. “I will kill you.” I growled. Hernandez shrugged, “threaten me all you want, you still won't be able to escape going to that club with me tonight. You know it's more important than ever now.
Kamara's POV I have been sitting here for close to an hour, and I am feeling very uncomfortable. The men in here are all so shameless, staring at me intensely like they would rip the cloth off me. Chantelle had been skeptical about the visibility of the cloth. But I needed something that would help me stand out In order to get Rodriguez's attention. If he comes in here and fails to notice me, that would be a failed plan. It would have been better if Chantelle had joined me, but she had an important test tomorrow and can't afford to be out late. I only ordered coke and ice, sipping it lightly. About five different men have offered to buy me drinks, but I refused. Some minutes ago, I felt someone watching me intensely, when I looked towards the direction I didn't see anyone staring at me out of the ordinary. I guess I am just being paranoid for nothing. I checked my time again, Rodriguez should be here by now, but I haven't caught a break light of him. My heart continues to pound at a
Diego's POVA delightful grin worked its way to my lips. I have always wanted to give that bastard a good hit. For some unknown reason, I couldn't keep my eyes off Rodriguez and the fair lady he dotted on tonight. When she followed behind him with her shoulder slouching. I knew something would go wrong. But it didn't matter to me.However, I got pressed and needed to use the restroom. The universe did make a joke of Rodriguez to have me arrive right on time. Kamara gasped heavily, leaning into the wall like she would enter it. “What have you done?” She inquired, staring down at a lifeless looking Rodriguez. “That's not the thank you for saving my life that I was expecting. Such an ingrate. He is just unconscious, would be awake soon enough.” I turned around and made my way to the restroom. “Why did you save me?” She inquired, following behind me. I paused by the doorway and sneered at her. “Do you intend to go in with me?” Shaking her head quickly, she stood back. I wasn't surpris
Kamara's POV I practically cussed out all through my journey back home. This entire day is no doubt doomed, and the only comforting thing out of it is the number of days my family and I have left to sleep under a roof. That man called Diego has lost his bloody mind if he thinks I would throw myself at his feet like that. My head aches from thinking all about these problems in front of me. At least I didn't get raped by that bastard Rodriguez. Tears laced my eyes as I unlocked the door. Chantelle was seated on the couch with her legs crossed and an odd look on her face. Almost like she had predicted what would be the outcome of my journey. “How did it go?” She asked. I thought when I arrived back here, I would be extremely frantic about the mad offer I got from the mafia. But I am quite calm, maybe because I know I am not going to do it. I have about ten more days to find a solution. That sound be good enough. “Kamara!” Chantelle bellowed, jolting me out of my long thought. Rub
Kamara's POV I hate to admit it, but Chantelle was right after all. It's exactly ten days today out of the fourteen days I was given as an ultimatum, and nothing appears to be forthcoming. None of the banks I went to were willing to take the risk. We are really in for it. It's more scary, seeing how everything is happening all at once. I wish I can put a pause to the world for a brief moment, just for me to catch my breath. But, of course, life will go on whether you have a shitty life or not. It's heartbreaking just thinking about it. For some time, I always blamed suicide victims for not holding on a bit longer. Now I know they were right, it is suffocating. That evil man will never win, I won't give in to such a devious scheme. Yanking off the duvet, I stood up to get ready. I will have to try something else. Dr. Scott might be able to help me one way or the other. She said I could come to her office this morning. I just have to do something. “Andrew! Call 911!” I heard mum sc
Diego’s POVPutting my hands in my pocket, I grinned in amusement. This young lady will never cease to amuse me. I knew something funny would happen today, from the moment I woke up. I knew she would return. People like Kamara and her family are left with limited choices when it comes to their survival in life, they have to succumb to the pressure from powerful people like myself. It’s how the world works. There is no possible way she was going to get the money in two weeks, unless of course, crazy Rodriguez decides to be of help. Which is in every way never happening. I was only being generous, letting her brood on her choices for two weeks. I sniffed and held a straight face. “Are you sure you are ready?”She glared at me coldly. “It is none of your business if I am ready or not. What matters is that you keep your end of the bargain and leave my family alone.” Her fierce side keeps me very much entertained. It’s obvious she can’t help being sassy. I guess it’s why I believe sh
Kamara’s POVI was barely listening to anything the doctor was saying. My life seemed to be floating in a storm right in front of me and all I could do was sit and watch it consume me. I was affirmed fit for the procedure and have been scheduled to return to the hospital when next I am ovulating. For a moment I wished the tests would come out negative. However, it appears the universe has it in for me. I practically ran out of the hospital as soon as the doctor gave the order. Standing rigidly next to the car, I held onto my bag tightly as Diego walked towards me with an unreadable expression on his face and a brown envelope in his hand. Next to him was the guy from the club. They seem close. “Here,” Diego mumbled handing me the envelope. “What is this?” I asked with a frown. He looked bored. “I worry that your slow ability to catch up on things will affect my child. That right there is the contract you are to sign. Read it and sign. I don't have much time to waste.” “If I sign t