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Methis Delis POV

"One more step closer to her and we'll find you six feet deep, Jamal." My father was at the other side of the living room with a shotgun in hand.

Jamal wasn't scared. All he did was smile and gently bow low. "Good day, Sir. Are we really going to be talking over shotgun? For how long?"

"For as long as it would take for you to know that my daughter does not belong to you." My father said sternly.

Jamal gestured towards a seat and took it carefully. "I've come again, Sir. I've come with a gift this time. A gift for Methis and I thought I'll give it to you in her stead but seeing that she is here herself, allow me to hand in my gift."

Without waiting for response, Jamal stood up and walked over to me. He went behind me and I heard the clap of a small box as it opened and closed. Slowly, his hands reached around my neck to pack my hair towards one side before sliding and clipping in a necklace. But then his hands wandered too low and too long. I looked at my father to see