WHILE I BURN FOR YOU

CHAPTER 2: MAN OF THE HOURI stepped into my bedroom to meet the floor clean, the space smelling like antiseptic, and my husband leaning on the wall, tapping his feet furiously. I could feel the rage burn into his eyes as he came forth and dealt a harsh slap to my face. My right cheek burned like a spinning wheel in a hot furnace, and it looked like so. I bow my head, my eyes gazing at the floor trying to count the black tiles to keep me from bursting out tears. Malek loved to see me cry, but I vowed to never shed any tears, not for him."Where were you?" He seethed."I went to the pharmacy to get some medicine," He scoffed, "For what? The little punches I dealt you? You felt like you could talk out of place now because I let you to! I would never let any woman that I bought with billions of Kuwaiti dinars, not dollars, dinars, disrespect me in the way you did," He spat lousily.I said nothing and so he started to walk around me."So, what took you so long? The maids said they saw y

CHAPTER FOUR: WINE OVER GOLF?A week had passed since Malek's opening party and I hadn't heard from either Dashiell or Malek. Fear began to engulf me as the thought of Malek already signing off the inheritance to his mistress's unborn baby filled my head. I paced around my large bedroom frantically, thinking of how to reach Dashiell. Where do I even start from? How do I get to my child, who I don't even know his name. What should I do?Just then, my phone started to ring. Like a bolt of lightning, I rushed to pick it up and saw that it was an unknown number.I swear if it's the interior designers that are calling to ask whether we have a new event coming up, I am going to kill that person myself."Hello?" Then, his familiar baritone voice filled my ears, "Were you waiting for me to call?" I moved to sit on the chair, even more restless than before, "I was almost tempted to steal your email address from my husband," I confessed"My driver is in your estate. He's going to bring you

CHAPTER SIX - SALEM KASHEMI 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?

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 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