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's POVI stared at the mannequin, dazzled by my piece of art. I can feel it in my heart that I would go far and become a brand name soon. Hyping my works doesn't come in the form of gloating. It's a mere fact without any opposition.“Damn!” My friend Chantelle exclaimed from behind. “you my friend are a genius. How do you do this?” “I don't know, Chan. I just love every bit of creating. Do you think this would fit into the designs I intend to submit for the fashion school?” “All of your designs are remarkable, girl. Whichever one you chose to submit would get you in.” Exhaling loudly, I slumped into the couch next to me. “I don't know if this would work out. I feel so anxious. Now that the day is coming closer, I have practically lost sleep.” My head ached at the mere thought of my hopes shattering. For some unknown reason, I keep getting a bad feeling that something might happen and end my career. All my life, I have dreamt of becoming a household name in the fashion world.
Kamara's POV“One hundred and fifty thousand dollars!” I repeatedMy heart jumped down to the pit of my stomach as I stiffened. Mum's words rang in my ears like the cathedral bell. I don't think I would ever be able to make that in a year. Not when I am just a newbie in the fashion industry. “Say something, Kamara.” Mum whispered, she was crying now. I felt my breath hitch as I gasped for air. I think I was having a panic attack, sweat beads formed on my forehead and my palm shook hard. My legs wobbled and it seemed weightless. I sat my butt down before it gives way to the ground. “Stay calm, baby. Please.” She kept repeating. Burning tears rolled down my face. “This can't be happening, mum. Where are we supposed to go? What's going to happen to me and my siblings? Why do they want to take away our home?” Mum sat next to me, sobbing. “It's the only thing that can stand in as payment. In a week time, we would be homeless.” I shook my head hard, “that can't be. It's so wrong and u
Diego's POVI wanted to burst into a fit of laughter at the information brought to me. Whoever the person is, she does have a lot of guts to require my presence. Curiosity gnawed at me as I wanted to meet with this peculiar person and hear what she had to say. Andrew Hermes has cost me a lot of money. One thing everyone knows is not to play around with my money. I would use whatever means I can muster to get it back. “You don't have to meet with her, boss. We can handle it.” My right-hand man, Aiden said.I shrugged, inhaling deeply from my vape pen and puffing smoke into the air, “no, it's been a while I got to be amused. All you guys do is bring me headaches. I want something refreshing. I hope you remembered to tell her it's by ten?” “Yes, boss. It's past nine now, I am sure she would be here soon, she sounded desperate to get your attention.” A mischievous grin plastered my face. “and I will give it all to her.” “Alright, boss. Please excuse me.” He said leaving. Just when I
Kamara's POV“He is just as the rumors had said. Heartless and inconsiderate. I wish I had a knife. I would have pierced that cold heart of his to shreds.” I whined, pacing the room back and forth. Chantelle sighed tiredly, “you should take a seat at least. Since you returned, you haven't settled. Sit down and let's discuss this. I don't even know who it is you are angry at.” Listening to her advice, I slumped into the couch, feeling the tears swell up in my eyes again. I didn't know things would go this way. I have never felt so humiliated in my life before. It took me a moment for the dire situation we are in to dawn on me. If this cruel man keeps to his word, my entire family would be on the street in the next five days. “What is going on exactly, Kamara? Please talk to me?” I sniffed wiping off the tears, “apparently my father got himself into a gambling mess and ended up owing Diego Sanchez.” She gasped in shock, “please don't tell me it's the same, Diego. The unforgiving ma
Diego's POVBeing a mafia is hard, having to treat people in the most shabby form is harder. But I enjoy it. Mostly because the recipients are deserving of what comes to them. I can't imagine playing nice with someone who thought it's cool to joke with my money. My back ached from beating the shit out of a washed up Atlanta socialite's son who thinks he can walk into my casino and make a mess of it. Pouring myself a glass of whiskey, I downed it in one go, sucking my teeth as it burned my throat. The door opened abruptly and my nemesis, Hernandez, walks in. The only reason I haven't buried him alive yet is because he is the only one I have aside my nana that I trust and probably a couple of men that work for me. The only thing he brings to me is a headache, more because he is my lawyer.“Hello there bestie.” He cooed in his usual annoying way with the gayish attitude he always presents. I huffed tiredly, “the last person I wanted to come in contact with today is you. Why are you her
Kamara's POV I have never felt this suffocated in my entire life. Nothing seems to be working. We have spent four days out of the week. Dad has been discharged from the hospital and only returned to become depressed. It would have been much better if he stayed back. Like a raging bull, I have stormed everywhere that seems like the best option to get the money. We have no family members to run to. Every time I look at my siblings, I try not to imagine the horror they would be subjected to if we end up on the streets. Atlanta isn't a friendly place for the homeless. You would have to be as rugged as it is to cope. Throwing my head to the back, I tapped my feet anxiously on the hard floor. Searching my head for any kind of solution that I can come up with. My younger siblings have gone to stay with Chantelle's mum until I get to sort out whatever this is. I felt mum's shadow over me. “Kamara?” She called out softly. I haven't talked to her and my dad since that day. I don't know wh