Alastair’s pov“We're here,” I stated She smiled and giggled at my words. Luckily, I’m the best at reading body language, I do that for a living and now I could tell she needed me to come in but for that to happen, I have to ask first. It was written all over her body like a tattoo, it was so much emotional to let me know all these feelings."Alone I guess?" I asked, gently. Putting on my greatest green flag of all time. A harmless smile. “Yeah, just me” she replied as I peeked at her, seeing the hint of excitement, the gleam of teeth flashing white in the darkness. “You don't get scared? Or do you want me to come in and hunt for monsters, if any? Do you want me, Latifa?” I asked voluntarily with my fingers crossed behind my back for an awful reason. it was a weak line but at least I tried something. “Yeah, sure” she answered With my head bent. My smile was no broader, but somehow influential. “Very thoughtful,” I concede.Taking two steps into the house, Latifa could only make t
I don't know what's real no more from them, they are in disguise All my dad did was to love without condemnation, he wouldn't put any through pain, especially his brothers but it hurt the heart to feel hatred instead of love after all we've been together as ONE. Uncle Randy being the eldest and yet the mischievous brother had quite a history and a bad reputation at that, he has been reported many times by different eyewitnesses that were never opportune to see the next day after every trial. till the day he pleaded innocent and was released he had been the man in a black suit all times. A master to drug lords, a public human trafficker. How he manages to get back on his feet is quite a shock that no one has ever discovered. No evidence at the end of each tomb but death for anyone who vows to leak his secret, but it never bothered me so well till the day my father's hitman died a day before the trial date and Uncle Randy was nowhere to be found. I still suspect he. But I'm quite
LATIFAS POVIt was a beautiful evening, my friends had called me but I was far from getting my phone and when I actually did, I was out of credit. But as usual, they left some text that made me conclude that all was well and they were together, perhaps on the street like our usual days Probably wondering why, I am not with them tonight. I just feel unnecessarily sick. Maybe I don't want to be found there, not today. And don't want to end with a random mentally draining soul. No!********Betty. pov"You could imagine, I can't even boast of three clients in the past few days,” Betty said, beating off some accumulated dust behind my shorts as I walked. “Maybe that’s my bad luck to even have to think of it.” She gasped afterward. “Oh Wendy, yours is better, I had better be off like that than to be humiliated like I was the last time…you needed to have witnessed the scenarios'' I confronted her, as I began narrating my last dirty affair. “Seriously? What!?”“...it was a complete dis
ALASTAIR’S POVIt was a blissful perfect morning. I was Sliding through a short curve along the road as I continued jogging down the lonely estate with my music pod blasting in my ears. It was as early as 5:00 in the morning when I had left to burn up some accumulated calories and sugar that I had last night through late dinner. It was just like a normal routine to work out three times a week. Two hours lasted as I sprinted through the neighboring basement, seeing a couple having their garden cleaned. There was lots of trimming work going on the plant flowers. Their furious-looking dog was taking its lesion moment on a cleared part of the garden, as saliva dripped from its mouth; two seconds later, it began barking. "Shut up, bullet!" An older voice shunned, who I assumed to be the owner. The lady looked older than the man, likely in her late 40's. I waved at them but didn't stop till I got home. It was more of a greeting from strangers because we never get to roll well as compatr
Alastair’s POV I have always looked good, comfortable, or rather stunning in suits. It was never the first time but I felt uncomfortable today. I dressed in one of my new designer's white suits that I had custom-made in Hong Kong. it’s Always professional… like a regular thing to be in a suit anyway. It was a funeral service of one of the ranchers who had been a good friend and a lot of brothers. I glanced at their faces in the arena, they were weeping and some others were standing with their mouths covered with masks. 'Not everything that glitters is Gold, trust no one not even trust yourself'. the strong belief came through again but I didn't mind as I continued. Within hours, the corpse was placed below the pebbles and everyone was paying their due reverence, I had stayed just long enough to pay my respect and sample the carefully prepared luncheon. Saddened that a good friend had gone on to the other side of the world, I headed for my car. The cars were also white w
Latifa’s povCall him. Don't call him. Call him. Don't!Those were rent-free in my head and its repetition slavish. Dizziness flooded my sense of reasoning and as tipsy as I was, I was still concerned. My friends could laugh for all they cared but I was enticed by my thoughts. Last night, I was not having it when I tried making out with a client for ease of mind's sake. I went to the very club where I had met Alastair for the first time to have a drink. On getting there I popped into a man who convinced me to keep my night warm. We had a couple of drinks, a few chops, pizza, and extra drinks. My friends and I were enjoying the whole company and at the same time, they were scared for me, they knew how captive I had been held by Alastair's love, and with the act I was displaying right there, they were totally against it. They left with their sponsors for tonight leaving me with the least of them. I pulled up with him in a room he had paid for and let him kiss me all over my body, with hi
Latifa’s POV As early as seven o'clock in the morning I had woken up from my bed, making breakfast, fried plantain with a cereal when I heard Wendy calling out my name from the door entrance."You have a package Latifa, come sign it," Wendy said "I didn't place an order for anything," I said, with my flip-flop responding as I stepped out with my robe on. "Well, it's well described as yours…come down, okay?... She's coming." "Okay?" I purred out Delivery man: LATIFA? please, sign here ma'am."What are they?" I asked the delivery man but he had replied with confidential principles and I let it slide. The package came with a big carton as a package which it can always be. Like a little product from A****n with lots of cartons attached. I began to open the box.I was shocked, stunned on seeing..."Wow! Gadgets?" Betty screamed in surprise with her hands cupping her mouth, her warm eyes speaking more than her mouth could do. She hugged me so tight, then released me and kissed me a
Randy’s POV “That son of a bitch had the nerves to treat me like a trash?” I sparked up, “Why is he too weak and adamant?” I yelled in anger. For damn sake, I’m his uncle to feel belittled. I obviously felt belittled, maybe ever since I knew I had to fight for every single thing, starting from my right, down to my position in the Deacon’s family. Hell! “You mean, your brother’s son” Nina chuckled, “I mean, you had the whole time to get rid of him but you never did, you were Carried away by the mischievous mistress of yours, who did nothing but rip you and betrayed you. worst of worst, you did nothing!” Nina sparked in anger, “you couldn’t slit her throat or hang her in the closest view of the church as a proper sacrifice”Nina, my legitimate sister never liked my guts and mistresses but there are things even I, myself can’t control. She is talking about my ex-sweetheart. Houston, oh, I miss those days. The days I had my freedom to things I could rule, beautiful Women, people, places