It’s been three days, and I have been thinking about Zayn. It was so wrong of me to diss him like I did. He had actually done nothing wrong, and that made me so upset. I stared at the flower in my vase with a sigh. How could this happen to me now? I don’t know how I’m literally going so crazy thinking about Zayn, but I think I have to clarify things with him. It would be the best thing to do for peace to reign. How was I going to do that though? I looked at the time and noted it was 11 am. I still had time. I could go over to Zayn’s place to apologise. Though, I didn’t like it, but it seemed that it was the right thing to do in this situation. I have to make sure that all was well. I have no reason why I was so obsessed with that, but it was important that I made sure it happens. I dragged my feet out of bed, and then moved over to the wardrobe, where I got a green gown that stopped on my thighs. It should be appropriate and not make anyone think that there was anythin
Peter drove me to the Begum restaurant. He walked ahead of me, but kept turning to see if I was still with him as we went into the restaurant. This was one of the most popular restaurants in the states, but still, I was uncomfortable. I still felt so off. I had no idea if I was doing the right thing by joining Peter on this lunch. I didn’t want any more drama. All he had done earlier was still fresh on my mind, and I couldn’t just ignore it. “Let’s get a table,” he was saying as he led me into the restaurant. The ambience spoke of money. Though, I didn’t understand how Peter would have so much to squander on lunch. Though, I realised it was part of it. He had to impress the mafia’s daughter, but all I felt for him was utter disgust. He wanted to bring out the chair, so I could sit down, but I cornered him by siting on another seat. He sighed as he sat down. After perusing the menu, I decided to order chicken sandwich and cold coffee. While waiting for the waiter to get ou
The car was filled with smoke and there was an hissing sound from the air bag covering both our faces. We pushed it away and got out of the car before the unforseen could happen as we couldn't tell if the gas was leaking somewhere . Zayn didn't speak for a moment ,I guess he was still shocked as much as I was from the whole near death experience. I could see a small cut in his forehead as I tasted blood myself , I must have gotten a cut on the lips thought to myself. "Are you fine ?" Zayn asked finally. I couldn't break my voice to reply him so I just nodded that I was as I stared at the sorry state of the now condemned vehicle. " I can't believe I almost went to hell" he continued smiling. I guess he saw the dismayed look on my face that I wasn't buying any of the jokes he was trying to sell cause the smile disappeared faster than it came when I shot him a glance in disapproval. "Or was he scared of me ?" I thought to myself smiling. Zayn stared at the c
I briefed my father on everything that had happened and the little accident we had ,he spoke to me softly and asked that I handed the phone over to Zayn for further instructions. He spoke for a few minutes before the phone went off again with a flat battery . "He promised to send someone " Zayn mummered. "I told him where we were heading before the accident " Zayn continued before dropping the phone . He checked the power bank we had been using and saw it was also long drained . "I guess we have to wait and hope ,they guess our direction right " I commented. "So where did we stop " Zayn asked as he crawled back to where I was at the back of the car. " You were telling me about yourself" I replied hoping he would continue. "Oh, that !" Zayn exclaimed. "Well " he sighs . "That is the story of my life " "A story ..." He paused "A story I don't share to just anyone." "Well you shared it with me " I whispered in
Over the next few days I felt very much angry at myself, angry about the fact I had acted like a whore in the car to his every touch and though most times I pretended to hate everything that happened the night of the accident I didn't regret it at all. I knew Zayn was so much aware of how I felt , I knew men of his type thought of woman as an object and I wasn't going to give him the benefit of that doubt. I wouldn't let him use me as he might had used others only to dump them later. Zayn was almost everywhere in the house this days making avoiding him so much difficult , I knew I staying in my room wouldn't stop the son of a bitch as he had proved severally he had no respect for privacy . He walked around my house as if he owned it and trespassing my door step wouldn't be any issue for him at all not with my father smiling stupidly at whatever he said like Zayn's little puppy. I hated Zayn so much and that was a lie I told myself not with the way he
Zayn stood right there on the spot I had left him still confused about everything , he asked himself if he had done anything wrong that day to sprout the anger I was sprouting out at him . "Damn that cursed woman " he cussed as punched the walls with his fists. Zayn took out a pack of cigar from his pockets and after lighting one ,he ran his hands through his air as he puffed out the smoke into the air. He stood there watching the birds feed on the leftover seeds on the floor and when he looked around he saw I had the bucket behind when I stormed out of his sight in anger. Some birds were already gathering on top of it and pecking away at the seed . Zayn waves his hands heretically "shoo..." the birds all flew away in the different directions. At first Zayn thought about bringing the bucket to my room as he passed my door , he was about knocking but he thought against it again and dropped it by my door as he walked away to meet My father. I could
One of the maids almost bumped into me as I made way into my mother's room behind me was another carrying a not so heavy carton of papers in her hands. "Mother" I said as I walked in . Mother looked up from where she was at her table knitting , she did that once in awhile whenever she was bored , worried or something else. " The wedding card just came in " I waved one in midair. "Bring that let me have a good look at " she waves me over while reaching for her glasses at a corner on the table. " Wow ! They look so pretty " she commented. " Your husband to be sure has good taste for colours" "Yeah he does" i mumbled . "Am I missing out from something? " Mother asked casting me a questionable gaze. "What do you mean ma'am" I looked at her pretending I was confused . "Your reply! " She added. "The way you look " "You don't seem happy doing this right?" Mother asked again casting me that questionable gaze I had known over the yea
The next two weeks before the wedding went by fast ,very fast and the wedding I looked forward to at least out of curiosity was few hours away. Zayn had picked a nice orchestra band from somewhere the city and everything looked like it was perfect except the two young soon to be married couples that still wouldn't speak to each other. When father told me Zayn had picked an orchestra band I was both angry and disappointed ,this was the sort of things he was supposed to do with me and though a part of me didn't mind him going to and fro making everything possible for the wedding to be a success I did appreciated it but was a bit jealous. Ever since the last time I and Zayn bumped into each other we've hardly said a word to each other apart from mumbled greetings the dance practises were long and boring and the rehearsal dinner was worse. Zayn kept missing his lines for the toast and I kept missing steps and what to do next . For others around us we were just two young
Marcus POV Days had turned into weeks and I was slowly recovering from my injuries. Fiona had been by my side every step of the way, and I knew that I had never been more grateful for her love and support.But things were about to take a turn for the worse. Fiona's parents had decided to visit us in the hospital. I had never met them before, but I knew that Fiona was nervous about their arrival. She had always been close to her parents, and I could tell that she was worried about how they would react to the news of our relationship.As they walked into the hospital room, I could feel the tension in the air. Fiona's parents were a stern-looking couple, and I knew that they were not happy about their daughter's relationship with me. Zayn was also there, and I could see the anger in his eyes as he looked at me.Fiona's mother sat down in the chair next to my bed, and I could feel the weight of their disapproval as they looked at me. Zayn stood behind them, his arms crossed over his ches
Fiona Pov I was in shock as Dads men rushed into the room and killed Jonathan instantly. The sound of the gunshots echoed in my ears and I couldn't believe what was happening. Everything happened so fast that I didn't even have time to react.I quickly knelt beside Markus and started to cry really hard. I knew he was badly hurt and I could see the pain in his eyes. He looked at me and asked me to forgive him, he knew he couldn't make it. His words broke my heart into pieces. I couldn't imagine life without him.I looked at him and said, "I won't forgive you Markus, I don't want you to die at all, not to talk of dying a peaceful death. I want you to stay alive and make it up to me every day of your life for using me." I could see the shock on his face as I spoke those words.He then confessed his love to me and apologized for everything he had done. His words were so sincere and full of love. I could see the pain in his eyes and I knew he was truly sorry. I couldn't help but confess m
Marcus povI couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Zayn being brought into the room just moments after me. He looked absolutely furious, and I knew that something terrible must have happened. I had been brought into the room by two guards who had thrown me into a chair and left me there, but I couldn't focus on anything other than the rage that was emanating from Zayn.I watched as he stormed into the room, his face red with anger, and I knew that something bad was about to happen. Suddenly, he saw his daughter Fiona, lying on the ground, beaten and battered. His eyes widened with shock and he fell to his knees beside her, his hands shaking as he reached out to touch her.I could see the pain etched into his face as he looked at his daughter, and I knew that he was about to lose it. Fiona was his only child, and he would do anything to protect her. As he gently lifted her head, I could see tears streaming down his face, and I knew that this was going to be bad."What the hell happened t
Marcus POV As we lay there in the garden, catching our breath, I can feel a sense of guilt creeping over me. I know that I need to tell Fiona the truth, to confess everything that I've been hiding from her.But as I start to open my mouth, I can hear footsteps approaching. Panic sets in as I realize that we've been caught.Quickly, we gather our clothes and slip into the shadows, trying to be as quiet as possible.As we make our way back towards the mansion, I can feel Fiona's eyes on me, her expression filled with confusion."What did you need to tell me?" she asks finally, her voice barely above a whisper.I hesitate, unsure of how to proceed. I know that I need to tell her everything, but I don't want to ruin the moment we just shared."I can't say it right now," I reply finally. "But I promise I'll tell you later."Fiona nods, a look of understanding on her face.And then, without another word, we make our way back inside the mansion, our hearts racing as we try to avoid any pryi
Marcus POV I take a deep breath as I park my car in front of the mansion. It's been a long day, and all I want to do is rest and forget about everything that's been happening. But as soon as I step inside, my mind goes back to her. Fiona. The one who has been occupying my thoughts for weeks now. I miss her so much, and yet, she won't even look at me.As I make my way to the stairs, I pass by her room. And that's when I hear it. Her laughter. It's not the first time I've heard her laughing with someone else, but this time, it's different. This time, there's a guy with her. And it feels like a knife twisting in my gut.I stand there for a moment, listening to their conversation. They're talking about some movie they watched together. I don't know who he is, and I don't care. All I know is that he's with her, and I'm not. And that's all that matters.I try to walk away, but my feet seem to have a mind of their own. I can feel my hands shaking, and my heart is pounding in my chest. I'm a
Marcus pov I never planned on becoming a soldier for Zayn Usman, let alone joining the Mafia. But life has a funny way of leading you down unexpected paths. Growing up, I was always a bit of a troublemaker. I grew up in a rough neighborhood and had to learn how to defend myself at a young age. As I got older, my fighting skills only improved. It wasn't long before I caught the attention of Zayn Usman, the leader of the local Mafia. At first, I was hesitant to get involved with the Mafia. I knew it was dangerous and could potentially land me in jail. But the money was too good to pass up. I started off doing small jobs, like delivering packages and collecting debts. But as time went on, Zayn began to trust me more and gave me more important tasks. I quickly became known as one of the most formidable soldiers in the organization. I was feared by both our enemies and our own members. I didn't take crap from anyone and wasn't afraid to use my fists or my weapons to get the job done.
Fiona Pov I couldn’t believe that this was the end ?I loved what Marcus and I had because it felt real. He stopped going to school with me because I asked dad to change my guard so I haven’t been seeing him frequently. My heart ached every time I remember what we had and how beautiful it was it made me cry because he saw me as nothing but a hooker to him. I went downstairs to take some water and I saw him talking to some of the other guards,he lips moved slowly and passionately that I started remembering how they felt on me. His hands moved subconsciously while he was trying to explain some thing to them but I couldn’t stop remembering the way his hands made me feel good all over. I was too in the mood to stand here any longer. I ran to my room ,bathing in like I was comping for war. I ran to the bed and took off my clothes,I’d never done this before and I knew it was going to be weird but I was really turned on right now and I needed someone’s touch even if it
Fiona Pov I was broken,I couldn’t Marcus could do that to me,I thought we were mitre than that but I guess I was just deceieveing my self. He said with so much boredom like he was surprised that I didn’t know,I wanted to cry my eyes out. I didn’t want to see him at all because it felt like I should rip his heart off his chest. I thought things were different between us now but it turns out I was just in my fantasy world and now that world had crashed and I was rudely welcomed back to the real world. I sat on my bed, tears streaming down my face as I clutched a pillow to my chest. How could Marcus think that we were just hooking up? I thought we had something special, something real. But apparently, I was just another girl to him.I couldn't stop crying. I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest and stomped on. All the memories we had shared together felt like a lie now. I replayed every moment in my head, trying to make sense of it all. But the more I thought
Fiona Pov I woke up feeling a sense of lightness in my chest that I hadn't felt in a long time. As I stretched my arms above my head, I felt a rush of energy that I hadn't had in weeks. I smiled to myself, realizing that I felt better than I had yesterday morning.The reason for my improved mood was simple: I had talked to Ella the night before. Ella was my closest friend, and the only person who knew what I had been going through lately. I had been struggling with a lot of things - work stress, relationship issues, and some health problems - and I had been feeling pretty overwhelmed.But talking to Ella had been a game-changer. She had listened patiently as I poured out all my frustrations and fears, and had offered kind and wise advice that I knew I could trust. She had reminded me that I was strong and capable, and that I had the power to change my life if I wanted to. And most importantly, she had made me feel seen and heard, which was something I desperately needed.As I got out