I sat back down on the bed after faking a smile for my father. My thoughts were going one mile per hour. The insane thinking that I’ve been doing was starting to get to me. What had Zayn told my father? That question was driving me have crazy, and I didn’t know what to do to make it easier for me. I just sat there, and tried had not to think too much on what was going on. It won’t help me at all. A knock. “Who is there?” “Don’t ask stupid questions,” father snapped at the other side of the door. I gasped as I shot out of the bed. I quickly unbolted the door. Father stood at the other side of the door. I looked coyly at his eyes, and noted that his hands were free of the ruler. He was here to hit me like he used to do. I sighed in relief, and stepped away for him to enter. Father looked at my room with a frown on his lips. “You have to change this lazy habit you have of not tidying up after you. You’re going to get married soon.” “What?” He turned to me, and I
Eva was right here. I had no idea what she wanted after all these time. She was a scar to my heart, and I hated everything that she signified. She was just a bedbug in my life. She was in front of my car door before I could step down. I pulled open my car door, and stepped out of the ride. Eva was suddenly on me, hugging and kissing every part of my face. I slowly pulled her away from me. She pouted. I inwardly groaned, that I have to bear with all of these. It was so annoying. These women didn’t seem to get enough of making my life hell these days. “What do you want, Eva?” I grumbled. “Don’t you miss me, Zayn?” She cooed. I gave her a look. “You did, right?” She said softly. She simply never get the memo, or she was just a first class actress at acting daft. She was so annoying, and completely self-entered. I didn’t care what anyone had to say, but I was so sick of her nonsense, and the way she did most things. I just couldn’t stand her. “You will do yourself some
ALBATROSS I walked over to the black bag at the centre of three stakes. Blood dripped beneath it, coating and solidifying the ground underneath it. I stood in front of it, my face a mask of anger. “Open it,” I snapped at one of my men closer to it. He stepped forward, and did as he was told. I peered in it. My younger’s brother’s heard glared at me in the sun. I stepped back as a pain so fierce threatened to engulf me. “Who did this?” I thundered. My men lowered their head to the grounds, as they dared not look at me in the eye. I was as ruthless as they came, and only God would help the bastard that this. “I asked a question,” I snapped once more. “Zayn Usman.” I turned back to the black bag, my eyes red. I didn’t remember him at first, but then, I realised he was one of the most ruthless mafia that graced this part of the world. I swore loudly in Spanish, and spat on the grass. He was going to be a hard one to tackle, but I would do it. He took one of my own, an
I snuggled into bed, not wishing to get up from my pleasant sleep. Reality was just not so fun like a blissful dream. I wanted to be happy, and enjoy everything that there was on earth. That was my greatest dream, and hopefully, I will get there soon. I shot up from bed, and yawned loudly waking a few of the neighbours in the process. I was really a merry go lucky girl. I chucked at how silly I was. No-one will hear anything in my room. I need water. I turned towards the drawer, and my breathe literally caught in my throat as I looked right at Zayn. What the hell was he doing here? I pulled the blanket closer to me. Who sat down looking like a greek god dressed in white as they watched their fiancé sleep? Oh, please! I shouldn’t hype this man more than was strictly necessary. It wasn’t worth it. He was as annoying as they come, and there was no use trying to make things look good for us. I didn’t want to have anything to do with this man ever again. I honestly didn’t. “Wh
“It’s going to be a big celebration.” Mr Walter was saying. I took a sip of my drink. “That depends on if you would be able to tighten my security. As you know my placed on the table is up there. I can’t afford to take chances.” I explained. Mr Walter nodded. “I understand all you have said. I will be in charge of the security details. Jean is my only daughter, and I can’t allow to get married without the whole pump and show.” I nodded. “That’s all right. But if I think that it would be too risky to do all that’s needed, then we would make the married a court one. I don’t believe in having pleasure when things aren’t looking good.” Mr Walter nodded, and stood to his feet. I stood up too, dropping my glass on the table. We shook hands, and he excused himself. I dug my hands into my pocket while I walked around the room, looking at the artefacts. They were shield with glass. It was evident that the old man was a lover of arts, and beautiful things. I was slightly impressed
ALBATROSS I stepped into the den once more. Zayn Usman’s man was half-alive. After going inside for a while, I decided it was best to live him alive for the time being. I still needed to break his will. Of course, I had gotten my men to take out his flesh and write a letter to Zayn Usman. We would send it to him when I was sure it was half rotten, so that the stench would gloat him to the core. The bastard lid was half-closed. I must give it to him. He was very loyal. Did Zayn treat his people that well? I doubt it. I’m sure he hated them so much, and threatened to disrupt them at every turn. Yes, that was probably it. “Hello, there,” I sang out loud like I was chatting with a pal. The stupid man didn’t look up or acknowledge my presence. I motioned for the guard, and they pulled his head up by the roots. I stood a distance away from him His blood had dipped into the ground, but it was still licking from his open wounds. He looked pitiable. “You must hate me so much.” I
CHAPTER 48 ZAYN I stepped out of the mansion with my .47 revolver sitting at the back of my pocket. One of my guards had been missing, but I really didn’t care about it. Though, my head guard was notable worried. It was left for him to handle that part of him. I walked into my jeep with the guard trailing behind me. I needed to get to the florist shop today. For some reason, I’ve been soft towards Jean. I wanted to please her. After thinking so hard about her reaction to me, I realised that being hard would not get her to care for me. On the contrary, it would push her from me. That will only make our marriage fake and stressful. The best way to handle it was loving her how she was without thinking of spitting her in anyway or form. I would have to go through the traditional way. The driver drove into the park in full speed. He parked, and one my guards opened the door for me to step down. I did, and was immediately flanked by the guards. I moved fast and breezy ma
Chapter 49 I watched as she happily took the money from me. I turned back to her mother, who looked like she was a deer stuck in headlights. “Get me a good cherry flower. Something a woman would like randomly,” I said calmly. She hurried over indoors. One of my guards took the ice cream out of my shoes, and cleaned it with my expensive Rolex tissues. I looked around, and noted that the costumers were staring at me in surprise, It was almost as if they couldn’t believe I had let the girl go. Within minutes, I was given the flowers, and I paid using my credit card. The florist told me she would give me a discount, but I refused. I walked into the car, and caressed the flowers. I hoped Jean liked it. I wasn’t sure about so many things. I was worried about so many things, and it hurt me when things didn’t go my way. I wished it did sometimes, so that things would be better. I was stressed about all these, and much more. For my time as being a mafia boss, I had never imagined