CHAPTER 62: DETOURZahra's Pov The hum of the private jet was calm as we headed back to LA. Thankfully, Dashiell recovered in less than two weeks, which gave us plenty of time to shop for Italian itineraries and their luxurious accessories.Leaning back on my seat, I flipped lazily through one of my favorite magazines, my entire focus on the women draped in beautiful Italian fur coats and jewelry. Dashiell sat across from me, tapping on the keys of his laptop as he had unfinished work to handle. Adela sat quietly, her head buried into a newspaper as usual, nothing much except for the short image that plastered in my mind of her coming to Dashiell's Italian mansion to beg that she only had good intentions in wanting to be godmother. He had no intention of punishing her, nor did he give her a letter with a red stamp. I turned another page of the magazine and furrowed my eyebrows as something thin and heavy slid out from between the glossy sheets, falling onto my lap with a quiet thu
CHAPTER 63: SABA; EMPTY BARRELZahra's PovI rubbed my eyes absentmindedly as we stepped off the jet, the chill London air blowing towards our way, sending a shiver down my spine."My intel should be here in five minutes," Dashiell said, his stern tone cutting into my thoughts as he joined me in the black limo which was driven there for our use.I sniffed briefly, wrinkling my nose as the AC wafted its own artificial breeze in my direction. "That's good. He better not make us wait." The limo just sat at the private airport with Dashiell and I inside while Blazer, Gotham, and Adela stood outside talking about God knows what.While we waited a few minutes in silence, Dashiell received a phone call and immediately knocked on the partition."Drive. We can't meet up here, it's not safe." He said, and the driver started the limo.***********The limo pulled up to an old office building, almost hidden away from the busyness of London. Inside, we were quickly taken into a private room where
CHAPTER 64: MINA AL ARABZahra's Pov The quiet hum of the jet echoed in the cabin as we made our way toward Ras Al Khaimah. And I felt the tension in my body tighten even more as the pilot's voice sounded through the intercom that we were going to land in less than forty minutes.What made me even more tense was the fact that I was getting roped into something that I wasn't even a part of. I mean, my father set up a trust fund and built empires for my brothers while they were still very young, but because I was a girl, my father gave me nothing.In his words, he said, "Nothing for you, whore. When you are sixteen you're going to get married to Malek Kashem and I don't want any of my hard-earned money to sit in his pot-belly." I wouldn't want to imagine what would have happened if my mother gave birth to five daughters instead of four sons and one daughter. Dashiell sat across from me, scanning through emails on his phone. His expression, sharp and serious. "Ali's team purposely
CHAPTER 65: JOEL CASIOZAHRA'S POVI leaned back in the plush leather seats of the limousine, gazing out at the gleaming Mina Al Arab villas and beautiful waterways. Dashiell sat next to me, his eyes also scanning the beautiful city. "Do you remember this place?" Dashiell asked quietly as we drew closer to the Lumina."I remember too much," I muttered, a bitter chuckle escaping my lips as I felt a knot tighten in my chest. "My dad bought this part of town because he didn't want tourists or the police to stray close to the Lumina."The driver took us down a winding road that led to the beautiful Lumina mansion.Everytime I daydream of what would have happened if I hadn't left the UAE, it always ends up with me wrapped in a shroud. I scanned the towering gates followed by the manicured lawn and beautifully decorated walls that my father topped every year because he never wanted me outside the mansion.We stepped out of the car and Dashiell immediately took my hand, his eyes meeting mi
CHAPTER 66: TROUBLE O'CLOCKZahra's PovDashiell and I walked through the glass doors of Carlton hotel in Mina Al Arab. The cool air from the lobby enveloped me, allowing me to feel a little better about everything that had transpired earlier.I glanced at him, hoping to maybe read his mind through his hardened facial expression. He wasn't this stuck up a few minutes before Joel showed up, and now I had a strange feeling that this whole cold shoulder thing had something to do with Joel.We reached the elevator, and the silence between us felt like it was going to choke me. As we ascended to our suite, I turned to him. "What is wrong with you? You have been awfully quiet since we saw that fool, Joel."He sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor before meeting mine. "It's nothing...I just realized a lot of things," he paused. "We should have never come to the UAE."I swallowed thickly, still searching his eyes for a clearer response.We entered the suite and it was beyond magnificent. Th
CHAPTER 67: LATE TO THE MURDER PARTYZahra's Pov The bathroom was cold and silent, the only sound I could hear was my own shallow breaths echoing off the shower glass. I held my gun close, trying to focus, but my heart kept racing, the harsh beats sending goosebumps to crowd my skin.Straining my ears, I waited for a signal from Dashiell, but all I could hear was the sound of the door opening, footsteps, and loud pop music that was coming from a nextdoor room. Just when I thought the silence would last forever, I heard the sound of the hotel door clicking shut, and my pulse quickened.Then, Dashiell's voice filled the room. "Zahra, you can come out now."I stepped out carefully, finding him standing in the middle of the room, his expression darker than before. But it wasn't just his face that caught my attention. It was the piece of paper in his hands. It was folded neatly, into the shape of an envelope."What's that?" I asked, moving closer."Someone was here," he replied, his voi
CHAPTER 68: FINIR?Dashiell's PovThe metallic scent of blood still lingered in the air, thick and suffocating as Saba's sickening smile hovered above Joel's bruised face. But even with the ax in her hand, I still remained unfazed.Zahra and I stood in the doorway, our stance calm, but we still held our guns pointed toward her.Just then, about six armed men stepped out of the shadows and stood behind Saba."You are late, Godfather," Saba taunted, tapping the ax lightly against Joel's shoulder. "I have already won."I slowly tucked my gun in my pocket, motioning to Zahra to still hold hers. Stepping forward, I let out a small, almost pitying chuckle. "Won?" I said, my voice laced with sarcasm." You have no idea."Saba's expression faltered slightly as my eyes bore into her, unblinking, unflinching. Joel, who was barely unconscious, lifted his head enough to look at me, more blood trickling down his forehead. "Saba, don't be a coward," Joel rasped breathlessly. "Kill me and finish wh
CHAPTER 69: DEVIL IN MINKZahra's Pov The soft morning light filtered through the curtains of Dashiell's LA château, casting a gentle light on my skin. My eyes fluttered open, languid from exhaustion of the last 'hectic' few days. My body felt like it was sinking into the bed beneath me, the feeling of comfort almost unrecognizable after everything that happened in Mina Al Arab. The flight back from the UAE was so stressful, but it was something I was looking forward to- at least we went back home alive and well.Beside me, Dashiell's arm lay across my waist, his breathing steady and soft. For a moment, I wanted to stay still, but the birds chirping in the estate grounds made me so excited, and also because I was excited about brewing one of the middle eastern coffee grounds that we bought yesterday.Aside from that, my mind was racing with the thoughts of Christmas. Though it still felt like months away, there was so much to prepare. Malek never celebrated Christmas- at least not
Chapter 94: I'll Miss Tomorrow, Even When It Passes.Zahra's POV *Two Weeks Later*It had been two weeks since I learned to start walking again. Each day, every step came with its own pain—my muscles that felt too heavy, my balance that took forever to make my feet firm on the ground, and my lower abdomen that would ache every time Dashiell took me for a walk in the evenings, his arms on the small of my back, holding on to me like he knew how hard I would fall if he left me. Luckily, I managed to push through it all, ignoring the aches, until my body finally began to remember what it felt like to be able to do things on your own. Now, as I stood here in my bedroom, I could hardly believe that after all I had been through... I was still alive. After many near-death experiences and so many years of living in sadness, loneliness, and pain, I was still alive.I took a deep breath, smoothing my hands over the soft silk of the dress Siobhan had chosen for me—a dark green gown that shone
Chapter 93: Where It EndsZahra's POV*Three Months Later*I lay wrapped in a shroud, everywhere in total silence. I couldn't hear a thing, but I could see the blinding white light from a torn part of the shroud. Suddenly, a familiar, soft, and rhythmic beeping filled my ears, and in that instant everything went blank.Where was I? And why was everywhere so dark?I tried to stand up, but it felt like I was chained through the shroud. Through the torn part of the piece of cloth, I could see a speck of light trying to pierce through the darkness. As the light began to grow, I started to feel my body again, though every limb felt heavy, as though I had been asleep for a century.The light began to illuminate the whole place, swallowing the darkness that there once was, and I felt myself being broken free from the chains."Where am I? Where's Dashiell?" I tried to scream, but it only came out as a whisper.I struggled to open my eyes, blinking against the brightness. My head began to hur
Chapter 92: ALL OR NOTHINGDashiell's POVI stood outside Zahra's hospital room, watching her fragile figure on the bed, monitors beeping rhythmically, her skin even more pale than the white sheets that covered her. With every second that I stood there watching her, I was reminded of how close I had come to losing her because of Carolyn.I should have never let her come with me to Italy.My thoughts drifted back to when I got signals from Zahra's chip on my phone. Then, at the same time, Gotham called me that Carolyn's car started speeding unusually, and he started to move at their pace, but they started driving through long, narrow, and unknown roads. Then he lost them.How dare you, Aunt Carolyn?I was so close to losing my beloved because of your hatred for her. And, even if you didn't like her, what about me? Do you not care for me? Your own nephew?I sighed as I recalled getting to the scene where the signal was coming from, and we couldn't pass that area because of the car that
Chapter 91: ONE LAST TIMEWhere I came from, the world was a spiral of dull colors and muffled sounds. Pain shot through every part of my body, sharp and unwilling to leave. I could feel the warmth of blood still trickling down my forehead, sticky against my skin, and the metallic taste of it in my mouth."Am I alive?" I whispered as I forced my eyes open, squinting against the blinding afternoon light filtering through the trees.A voice echoed in the distance, but I couldn't tell who it was as it was very faint. I blinked multiple times, struggling to focus and understand what I was doing here. The car. Carolyn. The crash. I remember jumping out of it, trying to save myself, and now... where was I?With great effort, I tried to push myself up, my hands trembling beneath me as I leaned against a rough tree trunk. The dizziness was becoming toooverwhelming, and my body felt like my bones had turned into hammers, and they were hitting my body from inside out. "That's if you make it o
Chapter 90: Zahra's DeathZahra's POVThe next morning, I found myself reluctantly getting ready for Carolyn's tour. I'd chosen a hot pink bodycon dress that stopped around my ankle, paired with a pair of stiletto heels, and my hair pulled back into a simple ponytail. In case we stopped by a restaurant because I barely ate at the Thanksgiving dinner.At the beginning of the dinner, it felt mostly... peaceful, and I thought Siobhan lied to me about them being overly problematic. Until the fights broke out between Marcello and Isabelle. They tossed plates at each other, broke glasses, and yelled around. And, before I could manage to sneak out of the hall, one of Dashiell's cousins, Jana, caught me by the arm and pulled me aside with four of her friends and began to ask what Dashiell saw in me that he didn't see in other girls.I rolled my eyes as I brushed those thoughts off, stepping into the car that Carolyn had arranged for our use, but when I got closer, I noticed it was empty. I lo
Chapter 89: Carolyn's OutingDashiell's POVSitting at the head of the table, I watched my family members meet my gaze, the room silent as they waited for what I was going to say next.Domenico sat beside me, shifting uncomfortably in his seat and constantly glancing at me. I leaned over, lowering my voice just enough to be heard by him alone. "I trust you know why you are here. You are going to die, Uncle." I murmured, my voice firm. Domenico's face tensed, but he gave a small nod and looked away.Once everyone was settled, I rose to my feet, raising my glass. "Thank you all for coming to the annual Thanksgiving celebration," I began, my voice steady. "I am grateful for all your roles in making sure that our legacy grows and remains unified in purpose. We all have our duties as members of the Blackwood family. And, even if you are not of Ottoman descent, you will always be a part of us." I paused, allowing my little speech to sink into their brains. "Tonight, I'm pleased to share a n
CHAPTER 88: ONLY MY LOVE MATTERSZahra's POVDashiell pushed me back onto the bed, moving to kneel between my legs as his hands gently spread my thighs apart."You don't want to see my surprise? I'm offended." I joked, propping myself up with my elbow.He chuckled softly, pressing his lips against one thigh before looking up at me. "Would you be mad at me if I told you I had already seen it?" I gasped playfully, biting my lips as his tongue started to trail up my thigh. "But..." he continued, "I want to see you wear it. Maybe somewhere other than this filthy palace." he said, leaning down, his tongue flicking on my core through my panties."Mhm..." I moaned, curling my toes, which were pointed at the ceiling. He looked up, his gaze meeting mine. "Like that, love?" he asked, his voice low. He leaned down again, not waiting for a reply, his hands tugging on the sides of my panties before taking it gently and pulling it down my legs."So beautiful..." he mumbled, trailing his fingers
CHAPTER 87: ARRIVING AT THE PALACEZahra's POV"Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be landing in Italy in forty minutes." The pilot said, his voice crackling over the speakers.Finally.My gaze shifted across the jet cabin to where Maya lay silently on Adela's lap, watching an episode of her favorite anime, InuYasha. Adela watched it with her, her hands massaging her scalp.It's been a week since Maya was found unconscious in Oregon. She was still at the hospital with Adela when we started packing for the Thanksgiving Celebration, but because she didn't want to miss it, she begged Dashiell to convince Adela not to stay behind with her, that she also wanted to see what the Thanksgiving Celebration was like. Dashiell agreed, but only on the condition that we took a doctor with us.I looked toward a different cabin, and eyed the doctor who was munching on a large sized burrito and eating ice cream while watching something on her laptop. She noticed me watching her and eyed me with a frown on h
CHAPTER 86: LIKE FATHER, LIKE SONDashiell's POVThe chill in the Oregon air seeped into my coat the moment I stepped out of the car with Zahra next to me. I felt her fingers brush against mine, as we walked through the hospital entrance. Inside, the sharp smell of antiseptic filled my nose. My jaw tightened as I spotted Blazer standing in front of a ward, waiting with a sloppy expression on his face."They are working to stabilize her," Blazer said as we came closer, keeping his voice low. "She's still unconscious. They aren't sure when she'll come around."I gave a small nod, and without saying anything, followed him down the long corridor that led to Maya's ward. "Liam's father called me earlier," he added, his voice barely audible. "He was the one who told us where to find Maya. He said Liam sent him a video of Maya chained up and bruised. The man was practically raving and rambling about unrelated things before we could get the location out of him."I let out a low hum. "So what