Mag-log in“ You wanted to talk. I would advise that you make it quick.” Aaron snapped, hands dipped in his pocket.Michael chuckled dryly. Unlike him, there was no trace of mirth or amusement in his voice. “ My guess is that you blame me for drawing you away from her before the flatline.”“ I'm not here to assign faults or act righteous. I want to get back to my family. That is all, and the faster you speak, the best for all of us.”Micheal looked across Aaron's shoulder to the door they had exited moments before, a rattling silence settled in his heart, and in its company, was memory.Of the love he once had. A love like this.“ I think we got off on the wrong foot,” he started off, after a long pause, but Aaron came at him mercilessly.“ You don't seem to have anything order than two wrong feet and your grumpy heart. Don't patronize me, Micheal. You and I are not friends, and we cannot be friends. But if there's something these past few weeks have taught me, it is this: you don't get to decid
Third person POV)He sped towards the door like a mad boar, and skidded to a halt when one of the male nurses rushed out and barred his way. “ It's best you stay outside for now…”“ No…no…I shouldn't have left her side. No…Nicki, please…I'm still here…”“ Please, Mr. Devinsky. Let us do our job.”Eyebrows raised, muscles contracting with sharp piercing pain, he scowled. “ Which part of what I said wasn't clear? That's my wife in there!” He thundered, about to push the nurse away, but the doctor on glasses showed up in time to stop him.“ You brought her to me. I need you to trust me with her life. I have never lost a single mother under my watch and by God, I am not about to lose the sweetest of them all. She will hold her child. She will…now get out of my ER so I can work.”He stepped backwards until he bumped into Michael. Making no attempt to apologize, his knees knocked and crumbled. He cupped his face, down on both knees, with his soaked clothes clinging to his body like a secon
(Aaron)“ Who else is home with you…come on Maya, you haven't lost your voice!” I barked, stirred by Nicki's cries in the background. “ I…I have checked…grandfather made a trip outside the country a few days ago. The butler called in sick…the chef is here…”“ For the love of God, can you drive?”“ Yes…”“ Don't trust her driving skills…ahhhh…Aaron, get your punk ass here!”I stepped on the accelerator, running in full speed. Thank God I have a full tank. “ Hang in there, Nicki. Please, hang in there for us.”I had gone through her appointments, and even memorised her expected day of delivery. This is one week early. For the past few months, Nicki has been meeting with me in secret. It has been like a game. But since Michael travel, our meetings were less secretive. I had already planned how our afternoon and evening will be. Picnic. Spa. Followed by dinner at the best hotel in the country. Which, of course, is her grandfather's.But it's barely eight in the morning, and I'm already
I have been at a loss for words since Nicki mentioned her lack of confidence in her body. The following meltdown scared my spirit out of my body.Months later, she's looking grumpy like a pregnant cat who's got problem with her human.“ Alright, we have to talk this through.”“ I don't want to talk to you,” she snapped, about to dash out of my office. I have been swamped with work for weeks now. With different trips peeking out of my schedule, I couldn't step a minute away or spend one here in the school. Maybe my absence is the reason for her annoyance.“ I had some things to take care of at Devinsky Royale…”“ And I had some things to care for at Don Salvatore El…”“ Nicki, stop…”“ Aaron, get your hands off me.” She said and kicked off my right hand before it could rest on her shoulder.“ Why are you mad at me?” I queried, and sidestepped her, heading to check on the door. I pull the knob three times, and satisfied with the insurance of our privacy, I stepped back to the front of t
Two days later, I'm in my office watching the news on the death of a “ notorious member of the pentagon cartel.” An accident, the media tagged it. From the video, his brakes seems to have failed on high speed leading to a terrible somersault of the sports car before it went off in flames. I took my phone and typed, “ so, an accident it is.”It ticked blue moments later, but without the possibility of a reply ever coming. I smirked. “ Bloody boss.” I mumbled, tearing my gaze from the screen of my phone to the television. I was young when my grandfather handed over to his care. I grew up wondering why his choice of a guardian had to be a deadly sniper. The thoughts of our earliest disagreements made me smug for a few seconds. Moments later, a knock comes on my door. The rhythm of the knock comes like knuckles locked in anxiety, trembling, unsure whether or not to hit the door. A band of teens debating who should knock first and ended up with two people knocking irregularly…on my door
“ Of all the times to show up, you choose now.” I gruffed at him, helplessly watching the departing back of Nicki. He followed my gaze to her figure. His attention reverted and he shrugged like he couldn't care any less.“ You and your people always put her in harm's way. She's safest when she's away from you.”“ A single incident shouldn't decide my capacity to protect my woman,” I snapped at him. He scoffed, lips curved in a demeaning smirk. “ I gathered that she was shot sometime ago…in front of your family residence…while in your car.”Every word came out like a stress of its own, bringing along a reminder of that day. “ You did nothing to the conspirators who had her shot. Or did you?”“ Anyone's head hanging up on a spike? Anyone jailed? Anyone in a cell at least?”“ No…obviously. Because she's not your family. I imagine if that would be the case if your sister, Vicky, or your sweet Akilla was in her shoes. No…obviously. Because you…you will demand for the heads of all those i
Did I hear her right? Did she call that name?My head spin with disbelief. I try to relax my shoulders, but the shock gets me drifting occasionally. Don Salvatore El? Unbelievable! Weighing the chances of it being true, I sink back on the couch, gauging Nicki's expression.Her eyebrows are arched
( Nicki)Nothing he says registers in my head. It feels like he isn't listening. I lost my family. How sick it makes me knowing Aaron did this for me.“ I should head back inside…”“ Nicki…” he called after me, but I'm already halfway towards the door. My feet feels heavier with every new step I ta
"How did you get your hands on this?" He snapped, eyes shooting dragonfire at me. There's something about them, like two wicked judges waiting for you to make a mistake. Just a slip of tongue. To fumble and stumble and say something wrong. Bang! They slap you with a life sentence. That, along with
It should have been a relief. It is a miracle, I must say, but the spin has come too quickly. Too soon.I jolted to my feet upon his brief, and gentle introduction. His voice is coarse with age. Yet thick, in a way that sounds like a rasp from a man who's been coughing all his life. I stash it away







