CHAPTER SIX - SALEM KASHEM
I felt somewhat uneasy because Dashiell hadn't sent his car to pick me up, and it was almost dusk. After the whole gunshot drama and estate raid yesterday, neither Malek nor Barney had been found. I asked one of his other guards, but he said that Malek didn't wish to disclose his hideout. How cowardly. The sun started to set, casting its beautiful rays onto me as I stayed glued to the large window in my bedroom, looking to see if his car was there or not. "Zahra," I heard a familiar stern voice, call from behind me, startling me and almost making me lose my balance. My heart skipped ten beats as I turned around to see Dashiell standing up straight, his back against the wall, dressed in a black satin dress shirt with several buttons undone, revealing part of his broad chest, and tucked into black low-waist pants. I wanted to ask him so many questions. Why was he here? Had anyone seen him? Why didn't he call earlier? And why didn't he send Blazer or Gotham? But he had warned me before never to ask him too many questions. "Let's go," he said in a commanding tone, and walked away, allowing me to follow closely behind him. I was stunned as he led the way to the main entrance. I wanted to suggest using the back door in case anyone spotted us, but before I could, he spoke up. "No one is here, and I disabled the cameras," he reassured me. The drive to wherever we were going was silent. I didn't bother to ask where we were going, though I wouldn't have cared even if I were being kidnapped by him. As dominating his aura felt, it made me feel safe and protected. The car stopped in the parking lot of a mansion, and not just any mansion, but Malek's parents' home. My heart started to race as if I had seen death and its scythe. Lost in thought, I didn't notice Dashiell getting out to open my door. He extended his hand, his gaze cold. "Are you coming?" I placed my small palm in his, and we started to walk towards the mansion's main entrance, holding hands from the car to the entrance. A guard approached Dashiell and asked, "Do you have an appointment?" "No, we only came for the boy," Dashiell replied sternly. The guard raised his eyebrow questionably and shook his head. "Salem?" "I don't have all day. Tell your employers that Otto Blackwood is here," Dashiell said, impatiently. *********** Few seconds later, the gates opened for us. All the guards present clutched their guns and pointed them at us, ready to shoot. Just then, the mansion doors opened to reveal Malek's mom, Lucia, and his dad, Fuhad's face. This time, I felt Dashiell's hand hold mine tighter, urging me to stand firm. I felt the air in my lungs choke me as I wanted to speak up. The fear of everyone watching us had dropped my composure, but even if they were all watching, only Dashiell's gaze mattered. He was the one helping me. Or maybe it was because he was incredibly attractive. I don't know! I felt shy. But Fuhad spoke up first, "I heard Otto was at the gate, and I only wanted to let him in because I thought it was the older Otto. Where is your father, Donovan Otto Blackwood?" "He's dead. You came to his funeral two years ago," Dashiell replied firmly. Fuhad laughed loudly, his laughter sending the birds that stood on the trees flying away in fright. "Did you think I wasn't going to notice the bunco that you created? Your father faked his death and ran off, like the coward he is," Ignoring him, Dashiell sighed and walked towards them, "I don't care about that. I came for a boy, her son. I want him." "Why?" Lucia asked, but he shunned her. Fuhad chuckled again and turned to his wife, "Ah, It's the woman that my boy paid fifteen billion for. The mother of the disgraceful boy. You can have him; he is of no use to us. Lucia, bring Salem." He ordered, grinning foolishly. "Fifteen billion?" Dashiell mocked, locking eyes with me before turning to Fuhad. "It's a disgracefully small amount for you to be bringing up every time," he added, and reached for something in his back pocket. He took out a check, scribbled something on it, and then threw it at Fuhad. "Fifteen billion dollars," he declared, causing me to gasp at the mention of the amount. Like a dunce, Fuhad collected it and cross-checked it. "It was in dinars, not dollars," he countered foolishly. A smirk played on his face. "I'll instruct my assistant to make a full deposit," He said, the smirk fading as he added, "In cash."CHAPTER SEVEN- DO OR DIE AFFAIRWARNING: 18+ THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°NIGHTFALLDashiell's car pulled up directly in front of my estate gate, and knowing how much of a gentleman he is, I decided to sit down and wait for him to open my car door. I shut my eyes, taking in his scent shamefully as he left the car to open my door. "Thank you for helping me. I am grateful to you," I said, holding on to my son like he was going to escape from me at that moment. He didn't say anything, he just nodded coldly and entered the car. As I started to walk away, I could feel his gaze etch on the back of my head. I turned back to see his car still there. "Maybe he was watching me leave," I thought as I entered the gates. The sky was pitch black when we arrived, the only thing we could hear were trucks honking and frogs croaking. I carried my son onto my shoulders, rubbing his back and kissing his body softly. The only thing that was stopping me from bursting out tears w
CHAPTER 8 - ALONE IN DUNDEEWith the strength I had left, I started to drag Dashiell out of the warehouse. My arms were tucked under his armpits as I summoned the rest of my strength, trying to carry him to his car. But I gave up, leaving him on the floor, and then rushed outside. A black sports car was parked directly in front of the warehouse, but as I drew closer, I saw that the windows were bashed, and the tires were flattened. I immediately opened the door and started searching the car for his phone. I found it under the car pedal and took it out, scrolling through his contacts list, my eyes searched for Blazer or Gotham's names.I dialed Blazer's number when I saw it, and it rang for a second before he picked up. "Hello, Boss," Blazer's scary voice filled my ears. I shook my head slightly, "No... it's not... it's me, Zahra," I stuttered. "Please come to the warehouse in Dundee Street. It's Dashiell, he was shot. Please be fast. There's no time! I could have driven his car, bu
CHAPTER 9 - INHERITANCEAfter leaving the hospital, the old lady kindly dropped me off at the pharmacy where I usually bought drugs. From there, I walked to my husband's estate. My son's room was the first place I went, and I was relieved to find him playing with toys on the floor. I smiled and bent down to his level. "What are we playing with today?" I asked in my most babyish voice, caressing his back and forgetting he couldn't hear me. "My poor baby," I whispered, my eyes welling up. I gulped, trying to control my emotions. "You don't deserve to be born into such a cruel world." Salem looked at me when he saw my tears and pouted. Using his hands, he mimicked tears and then shrugged. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore, I wrapped my arms around him and sobbed like a child. "My darling, I know you may not know me, and you can't hear me, but I'm your mommy, and I'm sorry for neglecting you all these years. It wasn't right of me -"Just then, Malek's voice interrupted me. "Zahra!
CHAPTER TEN- GODFATHERDASHIELL BLACKWOOD'S POVAfter I ended the call with Zahra, I placed the phone back on the desk, my fingers entangled with each other, as I stared at Blazer."Why did you lie to me that Zahra was going to take an Uber home?" I asked, my expression stoic. But he said nothing.I grasped his chin harshly, bringing it toward me, to leave his large body hanging in the air. "Answer me when I am talking to you!" I seethed, gritting my teeth together."Nothing, boss," he replied, beads of sweat dripping on my desk. I flung his face away in anger, as I got up, my hand holding my chest to prevent myself from adding pressure to the injury that my Doctor had already sewn up. I paced frantically around where he sat, gripping onto the edge of his chair. "Do you have any idea about what your insolent attitude could cost me? You may think that you are protecting me, but no one protects Dashiell Blackwood!" I snarled, grabbing him by his tie before dropping him back in his seat
CHAPTER 11- AUNT MAGGIEZAHRA'S POVI walked out of the Kashem estate gates to meet Dashiell who stood outside, leaning on the door to his luxurious, black Chevrolet Corvette C8, and waiting patiently for me.Our eyes locked as I began to saunter over to him, my black stiletto heels making a crunching sound on the tarred road. I swayed my hips unknowingly, allowing my long wavy hair that cascaded down my back to bounce up and down. I wore a tight, white dress that hugged my curves in the right places, the chest part pushed up my large breasts, and the high slit on the dress revealed my toned legs.Dashiell didn't take his eyes off me for one second. His eyes scanned my every move like a hawk waiting for mother hen to leave her chicks and go search for food."Good evening," I mumbled shyly, trying to avert his gaze. In response, he nodded his head and asked me to get inside the car.I looked gorgeous facially, but I was screaming inside my head at how embarrassing what just happened w
CHAPTER 12- THE ARGUMENTZAHRA'S POV I sat on one of the sofas in an empty room in Aunt Maggie's mansion. My heart was not only beating, but my mind was racing with so many thoughts. One of which was the question that Aunt Maggie asked Dashiell.I got up and paced around the room, unconsciously playing with my fingers to cease the anxiety attack that I was about to have.I heard the door to the room open to reveal Dashiell's handsome face coupled with that same sour expression. But, I couldn't look at him. However outrageous his idea to bring me here was, he didn't even prepare me for the silly questions that came with going out with him."She didn't mean any harm with that question," Dashiell said I scoffed and shook my head, "Okay, why did you tell her that I meant nothing to you?" I asked, almost wincing at the realization of that question popping out of my mouth.His gaze softened a little as he leaned back, "You don't mean anything to me," He replied coldly, his words shaking m
CHAPTER 13: YOU ARE ON YOUR OWNI leaned into the lounge chair on the balcony that led to my room. My mind was wallowing up my self-confidence as I thought of how I embarrassed myself in front of Dashiell.But, how could he say that we were nothing to each other? It's not as though I expected him to say we were more than friends, but the least he could have told Maggie was that we were business partners. I heaved a sigh and walked towards the strong, white railing, and started to overlook the estate's surroundings."Soon, all these will be yours," I heard a familiar voice say from behind me, startling me and bringing me back to the present. I turned around to find Malek smiling at me like he had just seen his favorite basketball team win the game.I put my hands on my waist and raised an eyebrow, "Excuse you? What's your deal, Malek?" I watched as he started to walk toward me, he took out a paper from his pocket and stretched it toward me. I eyed the piece of paper before collecting
CHAPTER 14: SECRET BUNKER As I was dragged toward Malek's secret bunker at the far end of our estate, I could hear squeals and excited gushes from the maids in the estate. They were happily moving around the chateau, throwing decorations and flowers everywhere, because apparently, today was Malek's mistress's baby shower. Barney didn't even bat an eyelid at me as he pushed me out of the chateau, and neither did the maids. I have never known any set of broke people who were more worthless than the maids at the Kashem estate. "Why are you doing this?" I mumbled in a choked whisper as Barney began to unlock the bunker's door.He said nothing and opened the door before shoving me inside, leading me to fall on the ground and then scrape my knees on the rough flooring.He looked at me before closing the door. "I am sorry, but I am just taking orders from Mr Kashem," he replied and then slammed the door.Then I was left lying on the cold ground in a dark, cramped, and smelly room that ha