Kamara’s POV“Kamara, isn’t this one of the supplements you were given at the hospital? They seem untouched.” Chantelle noted showing me the tablet. I snickered turning my face away. “It is hard to swallow any of it. I think I am fine. If anything was to go wrong I would have been feeling odd by now.” She didn’t look convinced and had a frown on her face. “I don't know about that speculation of yours. But from what I see you haven’t been moving right in the past two days. In fact, you haven’t been eating well and you let out painful winces from time to time. Your body is definitely not in the best of shape.” I gnashed my teeth feeling goosebumps rise on my arm. For some reason, I can’t seem to concern myself with the fetus inside of me. Every time I try to take the pills it feels like suicide. I don’t want to do anything and just remain blank for as long as I can. I hate how much it gets to me no matter how hard I pretend to be fine. I felt Chantelle next to me. She placed a comfo
Diego’s POVI know I shouldn’t be here, but I find myself unable to resist the approach. Kamara wasn’t picking up my calls and I needed to check to see how my child was doing. Only to find her chatting with another man happily. I don’t know which is more annoying. Seeing her holding hands with the guy or the peaceful look in her eyes. Kamara snatched her hand away from the man and it strangely soothed me. “What are you doing here?” “You would have known if you answered your phone and not here flirting with whoever this is.” I bellowed. “Excuse me. My name is Brandon.” The man introduced himself. “Who is this, Kamara?” “It’s no one. Just don’t worry. Let's go talk in your car.” She replied wrinkling her face. I scoffed in disbelief. “Did you just say I am no one? Is he one of your admirers? Haven’t you told him?” Kamara pulled at my hand, fixing her jaw tightly. “Shut up and let's go.” “I don’t want to. You don’t get to order me around.” I gritted. She shut her eyes mumbling
Kamara’s POV “That asshole!” Chantelle cursed loudly as she paced the room back and forth. She had hurried down to the hospital the moment she got my call. I wanted to stop the flow of tears but I couldn’t. It felt like my entire world came crashing down on me and I felt lonely. Chantelle's arrival made me feel more like I had someone to lean on. I can still see the look Diego had in his eyes when he spoke. He couldn’t even pretend to be concerned about my health. I almost feel relieved at the loss of the pregnancy, but remembering all that is at stake makes me detest my life. “If I had my way, I would take the money and throw it to his face. How dare he play with your life like that?” She kept ranting. I should have kept my mouth shut and not told her everything Diego said to me. But I was too overwhelmed and had no one to tell my woes to. I wish my parents were here. They would have consoled me better. My eyes watered and all of my strong walls came crashing down. I have never
Diego’s POV “Doctor, how does it make any sense that the same procedure you did to get her pregnant can’t be repeated again?” I asked putting the phone on loudspeaker. The doctor coughed lightly on the other end. “Sir, the process is beyond just injecting the mix into her. She would have to go through the mental torture of getting her body ready and then carrying the eggs again with the same procedure would harm her. I have told you this before, please I need you to understand me. This is my professional advice, you will be putting a lot at risk if you don’t listen to me. Just in case you intend to visit another doctor. If they get on with it, you are likely to have a murder case on your hands.” I didn’t wait to hear the rest of what she had to say before ending the call. My head seems to be hurting from the news. To think I already made Nana rest assured she was going to have a grandchild soon. That dumb head that calls herself Kamara just couldn’t stay in one place and had to ru
Kamara’s POV I stared blankly at the wall dreading any sound that I might hear. The one I feared the most was my phone ringing. Tears rolled down my face uncontrollably and I couldn’t seem to stop. I have harbored the thought of telling my parents about what I got myself involved in, but what difference would it make? We would end up on the streets and all of my sacrifice would be for nothing. How am I supposed to sleep with a man that I do not have any interest in? It’s bad enough that I have to deal with his disrespect and scornful glares. The room suddenly felt suffocating and the dark shadows of my life kept roaming around me like wraiths. Chantelle knocked roughly from behind the door. “Open the door, Kamara.” She yelled. I have been indoors since yesterday when I got discharged from the hospital without food or water just crying my eyes out. I don’t feel the need to struggle to live. I am at a crossroads in my life that I can’t seem to find a way out of. “Kamara come on,
Author’s POVChantelle put her dark glasses down an inch to see Fernando seated with his head bowed deeply into the papers in front of him. She snickered entering the space. Noticing her presence, Fernando raised his head and gulped hard at the sight of her. There is something about Chantelle that has him melting on the spot. If not because he had to act professionally whenever he found himself in her presence. He would have asked her out on a date. “Hello, Miss Chantelle. It's nice to see you again.” He said smiling. Chantelle scoffed taking off the glasses. “Thankfully I do not share your feelings. I am actually more keen on breaking the head of both yours and that criminal of a friend you have. But then I am too civil to get involved in w bloody mess like that. So here we are.” Fernando had an amused look on his face in place of anger. “I am glad to see you regardless. What can I help you with?” “It's nothing much. I don’t know if telling you this alone will make an impact or
Kamara’s POV One Week LaterWhen Chantelle said she got the almighty Diego to agree to seven more days of rest, I almost didn’t believe it and expected that he might put a call through and rain curses on me for disregarding him, but to my surprise he never called until the week was complete. I thought I already had enough time to get prepared. But here I am feeling the urge to run for my life and never come back. We picked my ovulation week and agreed to spend two nights together. I couldn’t stand to be with him in an enclosed space with him. My heart kept thumping like it would leap out of its cage. I reached for my bag and searched inside for the vodka Chantelle had slipped inside. She advised that I get drunk to get it over with. I checked the time and it seems like he won’t arrive as early as expected. I am not much of an alcohol fan, but it appears I have no other choice now. Unscrewing the cover, I chugged down the content ignoring the harsh feeling in my throat, and drank h
Diego’s POV “Boss, the package is at the port, but the redfish won’t let us move.” One of my men Louis informed me. He had a worried expression on his face, which is unlike him. The pen I was flipping at the time he walked in dropped from my hand onto the table. Sucking my teeth, I held his gaze. “Tell me one thing, Louis. What exactly did I hire you for?” He blinked looking confused. His sudden meekness is getting on my nerve. “S…sir? I tried to coerce him, but he wouldn’t budge.” “And what do we do to men like him?” I questioned with a raised brow. My patience is running thin with his refusal to give a quick response.“Y…you want us to kill him? Boss, that will be a massive risk, and it might lead to an unwarranted gang war.” “Do I look like I care, Louis? If redfish is stupid enough to stop my goods, then all he deserves is a peaceful sleep. I don’t care how you intend to handle this, Louis. My goods must get to their destination without any scratch. If that happens consider y
Kamara “This makes no sense, and I am disappointed.” Chantelle sucked her teeth, slurping on her milkshake with a frown. Meeting with my dad after the first confrontation I had with both parents in Diego had meddled in made me feel hopeful. I thought he was meeting to tell me that he understood why I would make such a decision, and also to apologize for putting me through so much trouble. In my head, I had envisioned us crying in each other’s arms. Embrace ourselves, and he reassures me that he has got my back. But I was wrong. He had come once again to judge and condemn me. The pain I have had to endure because of my family in the past few months is immeasurable. Didn’t realize I was just wasting my life. There is Ciara, who is living a double life and is unbothered about anyone. I blame myself for being so considerate. To make matters worse, that dumb Diego keeps poking my fresh scar. Reminding me of my woeful decisions. I don’t know how long I can take the pressure. I have consi
DiegoMy neck aches really badly. Today was quite hectic. I detest dealing with folks who think the mafia business is something they can joke around with. Rubbing the back of my neck slowly, i let out a delightful sigh as I entered the kitchen and caught a whiff of chicken. Nana must have made her special chicken casserole. I love every bit of it. Would have to warm some for myself to eat. Didn’t even realize I haven’t eaten since noon until now. Found the soup and was about to scoop some of it onto a plate when I heard a loud sniff. I tried to ignore it, thinking I must have heard wrong, but it came again. This time it was followed by a sob. Someone is crying. My heart thumped at the thought of the person being Nana. I hurried towards the room and yanked the door open. I felt a bit relieved that it wasn’t Nana. Still, it was bothersome to see Kamara bent over a mannequin with her growing belly, working on a dress, and crying. The position can harm the child. I wonder where the nurse
Kamara“Ma’am, don’t you think it will be best if you get an assistant? It isn’t advisable for you to keep working yourself out.” The nurse whined in my ear as i knelt by the foot of the mannequin to pin down a dress. I don’t know if her complaints are Diego’s instructions or if they are true medical advice. I am the one with the body and I am not complaining. But she is always finding some fault in the activities I indulge in like it is okay to also just lie down all day doing nothing. I can’t afford to miss out on creating designs that could aid my entry into the fashion school in the next session. I would be done with the pregnancy and everyone else here. The only one I would miss is Nana. “Miss Kamara.” She interrupted my thoughts. Letting out a curse under my breath, I sat down and huffed. “What do you want with me? As you can see this is also an exercise. Why are you stressing me out?” “Sir Diego doesn’t……” “That’s enough!” I stopped her with a stern glare. “As long as I am
Kamara“You did assault him,” I murmured like a fool. Shame washed over me as I felt a warm trickle down my thigh. What have I become? Having sex with a man who had my brother beaten until he landed in a hospital. “Why exactly will you do that?” I screamed, throwing all of my emotions out to the wind. Fuck every one of them. Diego didn’t flinch a bit as he zipped up and poured himself a glass of whiskey. “I don’t have to explain myself to you, Kamara.” Asshole! He was back to his cold self. Like he wasn’t just plowing through my pussy a few minutes ago. Tears filled my eyes as the pleasure wrung out of me replacing itself with rage. “I didn’t sign my family off to you, Diego. Abusing them because you have the power to isn’t appropriate.” “If your family does not know exactly how to behave, it is my job to put them in their place. Just because you and I are acquainted, they already think they can talk to me as they please. Your brother had the audacity to storm my office just to ac
Kamara's POV “Would you please get me a cup of tea sweetheart? I don't know why Diego had to send the maids out at this hour.” I heard Nana call out to me from her room and I couldn't help but chuckle as I hummed. I was in the kitchen making tea for Nana when my phone rang. I wanted to ignore it but it rang again. I let out a sigh, dropping the jar of tea to pick up my phone. But when I saw my mum's name on the ID, I hesitated for a few seconds before accepting the call. “Hello?” “Kamara!” My mother's panicked voice sent chills down my spine. Although it was a panicked voice, I could still hear the hint of anger in her tone. “It's your brother– Jason– he was attacked.” My grip on the phone tightened as I felt my body started trembling slightly. “What? What do you mean by attack? Is he okay?” “He's in the hospital. A group of men jumped him when he left our lodge. They said they were Diego's men. Goodness, what did you get us into Kamara? Why can't you just be without trouble for
Kamara's POV I opened my eyes to the stream of sunlight coming directly into the room. It took me a while before my gaze finally adjusted. I roughed my hair up drowsily as I looked around me. I was dressed in my nightwear and in the room. I was confused for a split second before everything that happened last night came flooding my head. My face flushed as I covered my face with my palm. I couldn't believe I had consented to actually having sex in the car. That's any woman's fantasy. A small giggle escaped my lips as I swung my feet down from the bed, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Diego had cleaned me up against last night and washed me up and one thing I had to admit this new prescription made me see much more gentle sides of him. Even if it was just because of the baby, in order to reduce my stress level, it wasn't bad to have him care for me once in a while like he did both times we've had sex now. I walked down towards the kitchen and I could hear the clinking of gla
Diego's POV I could feel Kamara's breath ghosting over my neck, her chest growing with each intake of air.I was far from done but I had to be considerate of her, thinking she must be tired from the season. I was having a hard time holding back but I didn't want to move her either. "I need more, Diego. I want more." She whispered through her ragged breath. I smiled after hearing her words, seeing the eagerness in her eyes as well spurred me on but I didn't want to do it here, not in the cramped space of my car. It wasn't how Kamara would act but who cares. She needed to take her mind off what just happened and I'll gladly do that for her. "Let's go back to the mansion and continue. I promise to make it worth your time." I breathed out, helping her to the passenger's seat as I handed her my jacket to wear over her dress. It would probably be a mess now. "Alright."Getting her to agree with me was all I needed. I hurriedly turned on the engine and drove out of the parking lot.Withi
Diego's POV I didn't care what kind of reaction I would get, I just took Kamara and pulled her out of the restaurant casually. After walking out of the restaurant with Kamara trailing behind me, I headed straight into the parking lot with my car in sight. I didn't know why I just followed her after she requested I shouldn't but I'm having this sense of satisfaction that I did. "What the fuck, Diego?" Kamara barked as she yanked her hand off mine, causing me to stop and turn to her with a puzzled expression. "How could you?""How could I what?" I asked, withdrawing my hand as I stared back at her. "How could you fucking show up in my family meeting like that?" She pushed against my chest, clearly angry at me. I looked at her for a moment, still trying to understand her reaction. Is this how all women act after you help them? Because I do not understand. "I don't understand… I can't show up when you clearly looked uncomfortable in there?” "Why will you?" She scoffed, looking arou
Kamara's POV I slid into the chair across from her, my fingers lacing together on my lap. “Explain. Tell us what the hell you have done.” She said, cutting straight to the chase. No warmth, no room for greetings or jokes. They wouldn't even listen to it if it was offered. My throat felt dry. “I don't know what Ciara told you, but–” “She told us enough,” my mother cut in sharply. “She said you're not in New York, well this proves it. That you've been lying to us. That you're pregnant. That you're living with some mafia boss. Is that true?” I swallowed. “Yes.” My mother flinched like I had slapped her. “And you weren't going to tell us?” My father asked, his tone low and furious. “It's not what you think,” I said, choosing my words carefully. My mother scoffed. “Then tell me what it is Kamara? Because from where I'm sitting I don't understand anything. How could you be so reckless, Kamara? How could you throw your life away like this? Do you know how difficult it is to carry a