Di Bohongi Novels & Stories

“I wanna ask something.” “Don’t make it too complicated to answer,” she said giving me a worried expression. “Don’t worry, it’s just simple.” “Okay, spill.” “What kind of a being is Angelo?”

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

He then spoke, pointing at Ghost, who by the way was still bouncing around in the flowers. Oh crap, I totally forgot about him! I mentally slapped myself, then turned to the side, “Oh my god, Ghost, get back here!” I shouted at the crazed husky. “Ghost?” The guy instantly asked confused. “Yeah, she’s a total Game of Thrones fan,” Kara explained giggling. “Oh...” He mumbled, while I was still looking at Ghost, who was heading towards me, but suddenly stopped in his tracks and started howling like a crazed wolf.

After lunch, I took another look at the charges against Bohdi Michaels. The spelling of his first name was odd. I was familiar with the Hindi name, Bodhi, which meant enlightened one. I double-checked the spelling and meaning with G****e before continuing my search. The definition that showed up most often said awakening or enlightenment.

Don Torento raised an eyebrow, Amanda looked away from him quickly, she wanted to slam her palm on her forehead for saying something stupid. Don Torento was looking at her like he wanted to tear her limbs to limbs, she gulped. "S—sorry, I say stupid things sometimes."

“What the—look at the leaderboards!” “Can somebody look at the rankings and confirm what I am seeing?” “What’s the fucking point? It’s always the same names that keep shuffling.” “Just look at it! Would you?” “Huh! Wait… Varun Bakshi is in second place?” “Oh Damn! Somebody broke Varun’s Record in the beginners' category!“ “Yeah!! but who is this dude?” “Phantom!!! I have never heard of his name…What clan is he from?” “Can’t you see it! He didn’t put anything regarding his clan.”

Even worse DG and RG got into a heated conversation about what was relayed to Capri. DG could honestly care less. She did not like seeing anyone being bullied or talked about in a negative manner especially her baby cousin. She told RG about herself and that being a grandmother she should have been ashamed to be discussing her grandchild to anyone.

Tiana and Aisha would have to wait. The past two days had been hellish for Dami. Determining who Federico was hadn't been easy. He sat in the drivers seat waiting for a signal from Korede. He had the thugs in the area paid to cause a tumult at the time the supposedly Federico car was en route. He had to be the one in the BMW . During his two days lockdown,he had a video analysis done on the videos where the pudgy man appeared. The video had been falsified . Shina’s voice was shaky when he told Dami about the result of the video analysis. He felt sodden and dejected.

Diana whines. “I am thinking D, I have had seven shots so I must think this well because I don’t want to take more shots.” Zion mumbles as we laugh softly while he stares intently at Georgina-Rose. “I’ll go with Maldives too.” All of us turned to Georgina-Rose as she answers, “Two truths, I have adoptive parents. I’m from Maldives.” Leaving Zion, Neal, Olivia, Diana and I in agony realizing that only Harry got the right answer as he smiles happily on his seat.

“The bastard even refused me entry to my own daughter’s funeral and kept you as far away from me as he could.” I stared down at the plates, wondering how my life might have been different. “I wish you could have gotten to me. Those years were hell.” His gaze locked onto me, his brow furrowed. “I tried. I lost over a dozen men trying, half of them to the man lying in this house.” My eyes widened. “Domenico?” He nodded. “He was younger then, still working his way up. The anger in him…there is good reason they call him la Bestia, mia bella.”