Deila's Pov
One month.
One month since I first stepped foot on my motherland. One month of me
James's POVGetting the Barbsons' to hear me out wasn't easy. Over the last month, not a day went by without me going over to try to explain what a Dei saw. I begged to see her. Begged for them to let me talk to her even for a minute. A second. But they wouldn't have it.I didn't even get past the gate. I didn't see as much as a shadow of Dei, but I later got
I sat at the table listening as the men and women talked business. Mum looked so bossy in her Gucci dark glasses and I didn't doubt for a second she married dad into the cartel.On the round mahogany table was James and his parents— who by the way were happier than ever as Mrs.Martins was responding to treatment stupendously, my parents— who had been ecstatic since they managed to convince us to take our place in the cartel, Dawn and Mr.Timothy.
This book contains mature contentDeila's POVBeep. Beep.The shrill sound of my alarm clock jolted me awake, I grumbled in my sleepy state, willing myself to return to my calm and sleeping state. I shut my eyes but the only thing I could do was steer and steer until I peeled my lids open. Who in the hell would send a message at this time of the day darn it!? I sighed, my brows rising when I realized I didn't have the slightest idea of what time of the day it was. How would I? When I was just jolted from the sweetest and most beautiful sleep I've had in a very long time. Okay...so much for personalizing asleep.Yawning as I stretched to reach the side of my not so big bed for my phone, my grip tightened on it harder than I'd intended. I couldn't blame myself, I was still vexed that my sweet sleep had been interrupted with.Double tapping on the screen of my phone, I winced from the light it sourced as it came on. Damn eye burns. My eyes roamed on the screen, inquiring from it what
Deila's povI hauled myself out of the bathroom, horridly getting dressed. I was about to sit down to complete little gaps in my writing when I heard a disrupting noise from outside. A car horn.I shifted the curtains to see a car parked outside. On the body of the car was written Best To Drive Motors. I tilted my head,
Deila's povA lot of things were running through my mind as the feeling of dread snuck in. I was calculating the steps I'd have to take before I reached the door and run for my life and at the same time calculating the steps I'd have to take to grab the lamp at the side of my bed and smack the person on their head.My breath increased rapidly as I tried to fre
James's pov"What!?" I stared at my mum wide-eyed."What do you mean I've no choice?" I asked again when I didn't get an immediate reply from her.
James's povMature content
Deila's pov"Come on sis." Sia stuck out her bottom lips. "Try on the lengthy one."I tilted my head to the side. "When it comes to dresses, I don't like anything that passes my thighs and you know that, Sia."
I sat at the table listening as the men and women talked business. Mum looked so bossy in her Gucci dark glasses and I didn't doubt for a second she married dad into the cartel.On the round mahogany table was James and his parents— who by the way were happier than ever as Mrs.Martins was responding to treatment stupendously, my parents— who had been ecstatic since they managed to convince us to take our place in the cartel, Dawn and Mr.Timothy.
James's POVGetting the Barbsons' to hear me out wasn't easy. Over the last month, not a day went by without me going over to try to explain what a Dei saw. I begged to see her. Begged for them to let me talk to her even for a minute. A second. But they wouldn't have it.I didn't even get past the gate. I didn't see as much as a shadow of Dei, but I later got
Deila's PovOne month.One month since I first stepped foot on my motherland. One month of me
Deila's PovThe tears just kept falling, I couldn't control them. They wouldn't stop.Stupid, stupid tears, I cussed myself angrily.
James's PovI got to the garage where they instructed me to wait. Looking around for any clue as to where they might be holding Zara, somehow I knew it wasn't here. Of course not, I concluded, they weren't stupid enough to leave us their actual location.I stood on my toes, searching for something, anything that told me I was at the right place.&
Deila's povThe corner I stood was the best place I could make myself invisible as I watched James's mum clung to his shirt even as she soaked them with tears. She'd pleaded and pleaded for him to not go, telling him to let the FBI handle it since it involved the cartel, but all fell to deaf ears.
James's povWe got into my parents living room, immediately met with anxious faces—My mum sitting with her face buried in her palms, Mrs and Mr. Barbson holding hands, Lari and Dawn holding hands, Sia staring lost into space and My dad was pacing all over in circles.
Deila's povThe things he was doing to me. Good Lord, I was crazed with lust. Convulsed with desire. Before now, I always thought earth-shattering orgasms only existed in books and other fictional works, but after experiences one I knew that wasn't the case. If anything, I was starting to think fictional orgasms were understatements.My climax erupted every ne
James's povI didn't know how to go about it. Where do I start telling her? How'd I break the news about our betrothal to her? How do I tell her we were put into shit before she was even born? Where do I start? Those were the questions in my head as I placed both thumbs on the lock print to open the door.As soon as my eyes landed on the chair, I slumped down,