After decompressing in his embrace, we pull away, sharing a short kiss before taking my face into his arms, and kissing my tears away. He likes doing that. It's the second time he is doing it, and I feel shy about it especially because this Dan guy is watching.He seems so placid for something that almost drove us insane last night. My thoughts though."I'm sorry for making you worry." Deep says."I thought something bad happened to you." I whimper, scanning his face.He looks fresh. Spotless. Then why did he stay out all night? "I'm alright. Don't worry." He assures me, pulling us both to the seats where this other guy is relishing breakfast like it was meant for him. The way he is munching on those shits I made is baffling.Too comfortable, I would say!We sit down, my eyes murdering Dan."What?" He implores after noticing my gaze on him.And he is so damn arrogant for my liking! Damn! "Why didn't you return last night? Did anything happen?" I ask Deep, ignoring this other guy.He

"Are we clear on that gentlemen?" I ask the exotic faces on the screen as we wrap up the short meeting."Yes, miss Silvano." They all chorus together.I was about to extend my regards and close the meeting when one of them spoke."Sorry for asking, miss Silvano, but why would the hospitals be of interest to a drug lord? It doesn't make sense." An elderly man asks."They are of every interest because this man doesn't only deal in drugs alone. He traffics human organs and God knows what more." I explain.The shock on their faces denote just how much they underrated Ajay. Well, now they know."So gentlemen, as I said, that man should not get involved in the hospitals or anything related to the Silvanos under whatever circumstances. If he sets foot there again, tell him that Ella Marie Silvano gave direct orders that not even his shadow should be roaming around the hospital or the foundations. Am I clear?" I ask, checking the clock to make sure we don't consume m

I am barely dangling in Ajay's monstrous grip as he hauls me through the lanky hallways and up the stairs of this cursed brothel again. The fact that I am back here again doesn't terrify me at all, but the inkling of him having the children's homes under his care and custody is such a torment to my soul. That can't be. That can't happen.I didn't come all this far just for this. I am done losing. I can't afford to lose again. My sacrifice is enough. No one else should suffer. No one. Not the kids, not my sister, not Deep, not anyone. I can't let this monster have its way this time around. Never!He kicks a very familiar door with his foot. The poor door spirals open, while he flings me inside like trash. I collide with the closet, and as if that wasn't bad enough, my face savagely kisses the dressing mirror adjacent to the wardrobe door.A piece of the mirror scatters to the floor, a sample of my blood sprinkled on it.Next thing I know, blood is dribbling from somewhere on my forehea

I finish dressing up. I have dragged everything as much as I could because I don't know how today will end, but nothing that has a beginning that doesn't have an end. I'm finally all ready to go to wherever this monster wants to take me.I look at my reflection in the mirror, not to admire myself because there is nothing to admire about this damaged face or because I feel any need, but to just kill some more time. The monster is perched on the bed scrolling through his phone, waiting for me. One glance at my reflection in the mirror, and I curse the moment I decided to look at myself. The two wounds look worryingly sore with a discernible tinge of redness on the sides. The small ones aren't that bad, but they don't look good at all either. No wonder I feel like I am accommodating three faces in mine. "We can see a doctor on the way." That evil voice echoes through my ears, making me look away from the mirror, almost colliding with him as he walks to where I am."What is the use of ge

For moments, I have been struggling, really struggling, virtually, smacking my head to try and remember if this face rings a bell to me, but no. My memory is bent on affirming that it's totally screwed."Do I know you?" I ask after moments of screaming silence.She manages to close her mouth for the first time in ages, but she defeatedly shuts her eyes to some kind of a masked twinge, heaving out a bitter puff that tickles my skin. "What happened to you?" She asks as she peels her eyes, signs of tears evident in her hazel eyes.Now this is deep. I am also feeling awful for the fact that I don't remember her. I am about to join her in tearing up and if this continues we might explode into sobs. Weird!"How can you not remember me, Ella? What happened to you? And this?" She painfully scans my face as if she shares my pain, then finally, a tear drops from her right eye as she averts her gaze from my wounds. She can't take the site of the wounds. "What...what is happening? What happened?