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| 34 | Under His Watch
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2026-06-05 08:58:56
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I Am Mustafin | 15 | Midnight Confessions
Sleep eludes me tonight. I turn over for what feels like the hundredth time, the silk sheets rustling softly with my movement. Beside me, Efrem sleeps soundly, his breathing deep and even. I watch the rise and fall of his chest, envying the peace that seems to have found him while it continues to evade me.With a quiet sigh, I ease myself out of bed, careful not to disturb him. The cool air hits my bare legs as I pad across the room to the bathroom, my feet silent against the plush rug.The bathroom light is harsh after the darkness, making me squint as I face my reflection. Dark circles shadow my eyes, a testament to one too many restless nights. As I grip the edge of the marble counter, my thoughts drift, unbidden, to Ciana.She’s about 8 months along now… I think.The realization sits heavy in my stomach, a weight I can’t seem to shake.As I walk back in the bedroom, I pause in the doorway. Efrem hasn’t stirred, his features relaxed in sleep, unguarded in a way they never are when
I Am Mustafin | 14 | In the Shadow of Power
The sleek black SUV glides through the streets, but I barely notice the scenery anymore. My leg bounces uncontrollably—a physical manifestation of the anxiety bubbling inside me. I glance at Isaak in the driver’s seat, wondering how he must be feeling right now, but his face is a mask of stoic professionalism.How is he so calm? Morris looked after him too when his parents died.…Doesn’t he feel anything?“Alaki are you okay?” Anastasiya’s gentle voice breaks through my spiraling thoughts.I turn to her, contemplating how to respond.Should I play it off? Isn’t that the “classy” thing to do?…But after the way we left the café, wouldn’t it be rude not to explain?I swallow hard, fighting against the lump in my throat and the tears threatening to spill over. “The man on the TV,” I begin, my voice barely above a whisper.“The one they arrested?” Anastasiya prompts softly.I nod, letting out a shaky breath. My eyes drift to the window, unable to meet her gaze. “He was like a father to
I Am Mustafin | 13 | Where Loyalties Lie
I take a deep breath, smoothing down my dress one last time before entering the parlor. The soft rustle of fabric accompanies my steps as I slide open the heavy wooden doors.“Anastasiya?” I call out, my voice carrying a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Are you ready to go?”I find her standing before a large painting on the far wall, her hand tilted slightly as she studies the intricate brushstrokes. At the sound of my voice, she turns, a warm smile spreading across her face as her eyes take me in.“Oh! Yes,” she exclaims, her voice filled with genuine admiration. “You look lovely, Alaki.”I feel a flush of pleasure at her compliment, my hand unconsciously brushing over the handbag hanging from my shoulder. “Thank you,” I reply, a small smile tugging at my lips.Anastasiya moves towards me, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor. “Shall we?” she asks, gesturing towards the door.We make our way outside, the bright sunlight momentarily dazzling after the dimness of the hou
I Am Mustafin | 12 | Out of His Shadow
The soft clink of silverware against china fills the quiet kitchen as I sit alone at the breakfast table. I push my eggs around the plate absently, my mind far from the meal in front of me.Yesterday’s events play on repeat in my head, like a film reel I can’ shut off. Efrem’s words echo in my ears: “mission,” he’d said. Deonta’e thinks my presence at the next call will help. But with what? What mission? Is this related to whatever Efrem’s been working towards all this time?Questions swirl in my mind like leaves caught in a whirlpool, each one leading to another, none finding answers.What exactly is he trying to do? What is “the mission”?My eyes drift to Tavin, standing stoically in his usual corner. Almost instantly, the memory of yesterday flashes through my mind—his face when he stood there, watching us in the kitchen.Heat rises to my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and… and something I refuse to name. I clear my throat, suddenly finding it hard to swallow.“I’m sorry about… yes
I Am Mustafin | 11 | Intoxicating Promises
The cool surface of the kitchen counter seeps through my dress as I sit perched on a high stool, nursing my third—or is it fourth?—glass of wine. My index finger traces the rim of the glass, creating a faint, musical hum that seems to echo my relentless thoughts.What did they talk about?The question loops in my mind, a broken record I can’t seem to shut off.I strain my ears, listening for the sound of Efrem’s return. He’d stepped out to walk Amara and Deonta’e to their car, leaving me alone with my curiosity and the bottle of wine that’s becoming dangerously empty. A part of me hopes he’ll come back and tell me everything, but I know better.Efrem and his secrets are as inseparable as we are.The alcohol buzzes through my system, dulling my senses and loosening my inhibitions. With each sip, I understand a little more why Efrem used to turn to the bottle so often. It’s an escape.Maybe I should do it too.After what feels like an eternity, I hear his footsteps approaching. The soun
I Am Mustafin | 10 | Delicate Balance
The soft click of heels against the marble floor echoes through the main entrance hall as Efrem and I descend the stairs. My heart flutters nervously in my chest, a mix of anticipation and anxiety bubbling in my stomach as we approach Deonta’e and Amara.Efrem’s hand rests lightly on the small of my back, a warm touch that seeps through the fabric of my dress. As we reach the bottom of the stairs, I watch as Efrem and Deonta’e exchange their usual greetings.“Deonta’e,” Efrem says, his voice a low rumble. “It’s good to see you.”“Likewise, Efrem,” Deonta’e responds, his voice warm but carrying an undercurrent of seriousness.My attention is drawn to Amara then, who offers me a small, hesitant smile. “Miss Alaki,” she says cautiously.I return her smile, trying to ignore the awkward tension that hangs in the air between us. The silence that follows is palpable, thick with lingering regrets. I can almost taste the discomfort on my tongue, bitter and heavy.After what feels like a long m
I Am Mustafin | 33 | A Calculated Power Play
I'm speechless.The woman staring back at me in the mirror is a stranger. Classic acrylic white French tips make my hands unrecognizable, and the lovely fragrance behind my ears seems to overpower my natural scent entirely. Between the makeup highlighting my features and the beautiful baby
Last Updated : 2026-04-05I Am Mustafin | 31 | A Fragile Promise
For someone who feels shame as acutely as I do, this may very well be the worst thing that could have happened to me. I made a fool of myself, and now I can't bring myself to look Efrem in the eye.The events of that day, a month ago, play on an endless loop in my mind.Despite the
Last Updated : 2026-04-03I Am Mustafin | 30 | Righteous Punishment
Thunder cracks overhead, a fitting backdrop to the storm warring inside me. I perch precariously on the balcony railing, my legs dangling over the edge. Raindrops cling to my skin like broken promises, each one a cold reminder of my reality.I am wrong.The thought echoes through my mind, a mantra
Last Updated : 2026-04-02I Am Mustafin | 29 | A Fine Line
My eyes flutter open as I inhale deeply, the comfort and warmth of the bed still embracing me. I shift to my back, turning to find the other side of the bed empty.He's gone?I sit up, briefly scanning the room before averting my gaze to the bottom of the closed bathroom door. The light is off. I'm
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