I sat back down on the bed after faking a smile for my father. My thoughts were going one mile per hour. The insane thinking that I’ve been doing was starting to get to me. What had Zayn told my father? That question was driving me have crazy, and I didn’t know what to do to make it easier for me. I just sat there, and tried had not to think too much on what was going on. It won’t help me at all. A knock. “Who is there?” “Don’t ask stupid questions,” father snapped at the other side of the door. I gasped as I shot out of the bed. I quickly unbolted the door. Father stood at the other side of the door. I looked coyly at his eyes, and noted that his hands were free of the ruler. He was here to hit me like he used to do. I sighed in relief, and stepped away for him to enter. Father looked at my room with a frown on his lips. “You have to change this lazy habit you have of not tidying up after you. You’re going to get married soon.” “What?” He turned to me, and I

ALBATROSS I walked over to the black bag at the centre of three stakes. Blood dripped beneath it, coating and solidifying the ground underneath it. I stood in front of it, my face a mask of anger. “Open it,” I snapped at one of my men closer to it. He stepped forward, and did as he was told. I peered in it. My younger’s brother’s heard glared at me in the sun. I stepped back as a pain so fierce threatened to engulf me. “Who did this?” I thundered. My men lowered their head to the grounds, as they dared not look at me in the eye. I was as ruthless as they came, and only God would help the bastard that this. “I asked a question,” I snapped once more. “Zayn Usman.” I turned back to the black bag, my eyes red. I didn’t remember him at first, but then, I realised he was one of the most ruthless mafia that graced this part of the world. I swore loudly in Spanish, and spat on the grass. He was going to be a hard one to tackle, but I would do it. He took one of my own, an

“It’s going to be a big celebration.” Mr Walter was saying. I took a sip of my drink. “That depends on if you would be able to tighten my security. As you know my placed on the table is up there. I can’t afford to take chances.” I explained. Mr Walter nodded. “I understand all you have said. I will be in charge of the security details. Jean is my only daughter, and I can’t allow to get married without the whole pump and show.” I nodded. “That’s all right. But if I think that it would be too risky to do all that’s needed, then we would make the married a court one. I don’t believe in having pleasure when things aren’t looking good.” Mr Walter nodded, and stood to his feet. I stood up too, dropping my glass on the table. We shook hands, and he excused himself. I dug my hands into my pocket while I walked around the room, looking at the artefacts. They were shield with glass. It was evident that the old man was a lover of arts, and beautiful things. I was slightly impressed

CHAPTER 48 ZAYN I stepped out of the mansion with my .47 revolver sitting at the back of my pocket. One of my guards had been missing, but I really didn’t care about it. Though, my head guard was notable worried. It was left for him to handle that part of him. I walked into my jeep with the guard trailing behind me. I needed to get to the florist shop today. For some reason, I’ve been soft towards Jean. I wanted to please her. After thinking so hard about her reaction to me, I realised that being hard would not get her to care for me. On the contrary, it would push her from me. That will only make our marriage fake and stressful. The best way to handle it was loving her how she was without thinking of spitting her in anyway or form. I would have to go through the traditional way. The driver drove into the park in full speed. He parked, and one my guards opened the door for me to step down. I did, and was immediately flanked by the guards. I moved fast and breezy ma

It’s been three days, and I have been thinking about Zayn. It was so wrong of me to diss him like I did. He had actually done nothing wrong, and that made me so upset. I stared at the flower in my vase with a sigh. How could this happen to me now? I don’t know how I’m literally going so crazy thinking about Zayn, but I think I have to clarify things with him. It would be the best thing to do for peace to reign. How was I going to do that though? I looked at the time and noted it was 11 am. I still had time. I could go over to Zayn’s place to apologise. Though, I didn’t like it, but it seemed that it was the right thing to do in this situation. I have to make sure that all was well. I have no reason why I was so obsessed with that, but it was important that I made sure it happens. I dragged my feet out of bed, and then moved over to the wardrobe, where I got a green gown that stopped on my thighs. It should be appropriate and not make anyone think that there was anythin