Sunlight creeped through the curtain of the bridal suite, I sat in front of the mirror as the stylist worked on my hair , my face was red and flushed as I stared at myself in the mirror not believing how beautiful I looked . My cousin walked in with two glasses filled with Champagne. "Wow , Jean you ...you look so beautiful " she commented. "Yeah , I know " I replied her as I checked myself again in the mirror, that bit of happiness burying the shadow of darkness I was feeling at that moment. " Are you fine Jean? " she queried as she got closer. "Yeah ,why asking ?" i replied trying to hide the discomfort I was feeling. "I know you too well Jean you are not happy about all this " "Are you sure you want to go through with this? " Kathy added as she moved closer to whisper into my ears. "Or do you want to elope?" "Good gracious!" I exclaimed. "Why would you say something of sort?" I poked Kathy . "
The rest of the days went by quickly and though Zayn was mostly away doing this or that I paid little or no attention except when we ate at local restaurants and said few words to each other or when he wanted things done . As much as I wanted his touch I couldn't bring my self to ask and since we were both engulfed in pride no one did. I would had gotten bored at a point but since I was making friends with the local and could speak a bit , I had no problem. Most times I was away making beads with my little friends or laying by the sea side . I was at the shore that evening when Zayn came back quite earlier than usual. My little friend pointed toward the direction of the cabin and when I looked back I saw Zayn standing akimbo and looking in our direction while trying to force a smile. He was wearing a shirt and neck bead I had made as a gift and jeans he had cut to his knees . " Jean can I talk to you ?" He asked as he got close to me. "Sure I will join you in the c
I walked toward my favourite part of the house after that , Zayn phone had rung and he was away trying to pick the call while I waited for him in the garden the same garden I had embarrassed him a few months back, the memories of that day was still fresh in my memories like the leaves and from way the birds hovered around me I was quite sure they had missed me. "Don't worry I would ask mother to find someone to feed you when I am away " i whispered to them . Mamma were right when she said I looked like nonna when it comes to loving the birds . I had watched nonna feed the birds just once and that was enough for me to fall in love with them. Zayn tapped me from behind his hands felt warm where he had touched . "Are you ready to leave ?" I suddenly realized I had taken quite a while out there in the garden after I glanced at my watch it was so long it was hard to remember why I had actually strolled out there . I swallowed. “sure let me say bye to mother ” .His
Zayn was away for two days on the business trip and it was the longest two days of my life and so when he finally called that he was on his way back and requested to be picked at the airport I couldn't remember myself being more happier in my entire life. I had taken my wifey role as an Usman before then with a pinch of salt but I had watched Mother all through the years and it was enough to study how women in the mafia were supposed to act and how authoritative they are to become to get a right hand seat at their husband table . If it could be considered an achievement I had sat in one of Zayn meetings , something my mother was unable to achieve all through the years . Not that I blamed mother exactly , I blamed my Papi stance on women in general . We drove to the airport to pick Zayn ,he had not travelled this time on his private jet but on a local airline in the city , he had expected just Paco but when he saw I had tagged along as well I could see the surprise o
Zayn walked back to the room after awhile with a smile on his face "Where did we stop? " He asked as he kissed me on the lips. I could see the smile of satisfaction every once in a while on his face as he kissed up from my toes to the nape of my neck raising my dress up gingerly as moved . Zayn appeared to be taking his time, slowing down to increase the pleasure I was feeling , when he got to the middle of my thighs that was still covered with my panties that was already getting soaked from my arousal he sniffed at it as I felt pleasure built within me driving me mad until “Please,” escaped my lips. Then his fingers curled round the slacks of my panties as he pushing two in caressing my public hair with his fingers softly , I felt the flame growing hotter and when he slowed again, I shook my head in panic, my hands grabbed his hands and pushed it back to my vagina mummering that he shouldn't stop. He reply was a deep hungry kiss exactly what I wanted. As
The sound of bullet echoed through the room creating a wave of vibration that lingered. "Again !" Zayn voiced sounded from behind where I was. It had been a cold morning earlier but now it was getting warmer so I took off the jacket I had been wearing . I narrowed my eyes at the aim and tried to straighten my right arm while supporting it with my left just as Zayn had taught me for the uptenth time that morning. Bang! Bang !! Bang!!!. The sound from the gun rattled round the room again, Zayn walked toward where the aim was as I counted the bullets in my head trying to remember how many I had left, Zayn had taught me to count as I shoot according to him it was his personal cheat on how to never run out of bullets. Zayn waved his hands signifying i had missed my target again and in frustration i threw my hands in the air dramatically till I heard an involuntarily blast from the gun. I had not planned to shoot so the blast came as a shock as it narrowly misse
Silent Mexican music filled the quiet room as Albatross sip a wine and stared at the new pictures of Zayn that just came in through the mail . His Cousin , Alberto sat on the adjacent couch, watching him as he plays with a pocket knife in-between his index fingers. “When are we going to strike , Alba?.” He set down his own wine glass to push a plate across the expensive wooden furnished table. Both of their gazes widened as they stared at the picture of one of their own with Alberto kissing the rosary he had on his neck. Albatross was not believer but he frequented the confession box every now and then to make confession while the Catholic priest listened. He tries to remember the last time he had a confession and realized it had been a long time. "Alberto I will be going out "he lit a cigar and watched it go red. Albatross puffed out smoke from the Cigar he had been smoking , he turns the pocket knife he was holding between his fingers while staring at t
At first when I saw an Old sheriff's car parked in front of the building I was sacred and shocked , I had expected the worse as I dashed into the apartment but sighed in relief when I saw Zayn talking to an officer at one side of the house . The officer was with pen and jotter and appeared to be taking down little details of what he was saying , as I got closer Zayn saw me from the corner of his eyes and waves me over. "Meet my wife, detective " He mumbled as I got closer . The Detective stretched his hands as we both shook . "What is wrong , Honey ?" As soon as I was a bit relaxed and we had walked away from where the Detective was. "Another one of my men had been found dead ." "Again ?" I asked surprised. "He was found today at the same place we have found other bodies. " "And so what Is he doing here... " I cut myself off as i eyed the detective that was busy already asking another member of the mafia questions ,I continued " He is not suspec