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BLOODLINE CHRONICLE: A MAFIA FATHER'S JOURNEY CHAPTER 26: A LONG NIGHT
The feminine voice quivered with an intensity that hung in the air, leaving everyone suspended. The sudden confession from the lady left everyone in the hall stunned. All waiting for their boss's reactionRiqqo's gaze shifted, his eyes narrowing as they locked onto the lady's tear-streaked face. "You?" Tariq's voice, usually commanding, wavered with a mix of disbelief and anger. His eyes bore into her own, searching for answers. Why, Amra?" Tariq's voice softened, a mixture of bewilderment and hurt. Hurt from the fact that he was betrayed by a woman yet again. The first woman he trusted left him because they could not have a child. She ended up calling him sterile and was constantly cheating on him. He found out, and the moment he wanted getting revenge on her, she fled. Leaving him depressed for days. And now he was in trouble because of a woman he met three days ago, and barely knows nothing about."I couldn't bear it. I couldn't watch them suffer anymore." Her voice, soft and brok
BLOODLINE CHRONICLE: A MAFIA FATHER'S JOURNEY CHAPTER 27: EARLY MORNING LIGHT AND FAMILY BONDING
The soft, golden rays of the morning sun filtered through the cracks in the curtains, bathing the modest living room in a warm glow. The air carried the delicious aroma of fried eggs and spices, mingling with the faint smell of freshly brewed tea. A peaceful quiet lingered in the house-a rare serenity before the day unfolded.In the small but tidy kitchen, Hakimi moved swiftly, expertly flipping an omelet in the pan. He had tied his long hair back, revealing the slight crease in his brow-a line of worry he hoped no one would notice. His mind still relinquished as the past events kept playing back and forth. His sleeves were rolled up, showing the strength in his forearms, as he whisked eggs and stirred a simmering pot of congee on the stove. A plate of steaming dumplings sat nearby, already prepared.The sound of bare feet shuffling broke the silence. Amira appeared first, her dark hair disheveled and her pajamas slightly crumpled. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and stood in the kitchen
BLOODLINE CHRONICLE: A MAFIA FATHER'S JOURNEY CHAPTER 28: UNEXPECTED VISITOR
The family finished their meal with content smiles, their plates wiped clean. Hakimi gathered the dishes, his sleeves rolled up, a small streak of flour still smeared on his wrist. "Alright, let's get moving. We're opening the restaurant today!" he announced, a blend of excitement and determination in his voice.They piled into Hakimi's van, a secondhand vehicle with a slight creak when it hit a bump. The morning air was crisp and filled with the soft hum of the waking city. Amira rolled the window down, letting the gentle breeze dance through her hair as the van rumbled down the narrow streets. Khadija, still drowsy, leaned her small head against Akashi's shoulder, clutching her favorite blanket tightly. Recently, it had annoyed Amira how Khadija was getting fond of the blanket. Up to the point that she carried it to church. Much to the amusement of Hakimi, but Akashi who dotes on her won't let anyone bully her, or take her blanket away. On the grounds that it was their late mom who
BLOODLINE CHRONICLE: A MAFIA FATHER'S JOURNEY CHAPTER 29: BLOOD OR TRUST?
The faint chime of the restaurant doorbell had barely faded when Akashi's expression froze. His chest tightened as he recognized the two men who stepped in-a man in a dark coat with a fat cigarette dangling from his lips and another with a menacing, thug-like presence. Riqqo and Zafir. His uncle and his right-hand man.Riqqo's sharp eyes surveyed the restaurant like a predator scanning its prey, a slow, smug grin curling across his face when he recognized his nephew and brother. Zafir trailed behind, exuding quiet intimidation. They moved like they owned the place, taking a booth at the far end, their imposing presence souring the cheerful atmosphere of the family's restaurant."Uncle?" Akashi's voice was barely above a whisper as he stared, stunned and terrified.From across the counter, Hakimi noticed his son's frozen posture and followed his gaze. His blood ran cold. His pulse quickened, but he steadied his breath and forced himself to walk toward his brother. Hakimi knew Riqqo's p
BLOODLINE CHRONICLE: A MAFIA FATHER'S JOURNEY CHAPTER 30: A FATHER AND HIS SON
The ride home was steeped in silence, the weight of the day's events pressing down on them like a heavy cloud. The glow of streetlights bathed their faces intermittently as Akashi drove, his hands gripping the steering wheel with the precision of someone both focused and preoccupied. Hakimi sat in the passenger seat, his head leaning against the window, fatigue evident in every line of his face that he had to beg his son to drive them home. The day had stretched longer than any of them anticipated-just as they had decided to close the restaurant, waves of late-night customers began pouring in, drawn by the aroma of freshly cooked meals. Hakimi couldn't bring himself to turn them away.In the backseat, Khadija had snuggled close to Amira, her small frame wrapped in her sister's protective embrace, fast asleep. Amira, though visibly drained, struggled to keep her eyes open, her head bobbing occasionally as she fought off exhaustion. The quiet hum of the engine and the occasional squeak
BLOODLINE CHRONICLE: A MAFIA FATHER'S JOURNEY CHAPTER 31: A NEW THREAT
The golden hues of dawn seeped through the thin curtains, washing the modest home in a comforting glow. Hakimi sat at the edge of his bed, head in his hands, replaying Riqqo's threats in his mind. Every word felt like a blade pressing against his throat, but he had to remain composed for his children's sake. His kids didn't deserve to grow up in fear, especially not after everything they had endured for his sake and inability.In the next room, Akashi stirred awake. His long hair was disheveled, spilling over his shoulders as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The house was quiet save for the faint shuffle of Khadija's slippers on the hallway floor. She peeped into her father's room."Dad, are we late for breakfast?" she asked, her voice carrying the innocence of a child unburdened by adult troubles.Hakimi quickly straightened up, plastering a warm smile on his face. "Not at all, my lioness. Breakfast will be ready soon. Why don't you go wake your sister?"She nodded and skipped away
BLOODLINE CHRONICLE: A MAFIA FATHER'S JOURNEY CHAPTER 32: AKASHI'S SECRET INVESTIGATION
The morning sun streamed through the tattered curtains, casting a pale glow over the modest kitchen. Hakimi sat at the dining table, nursing a cup of tea as steam spiraled lazily upward. A worn newspaper lay open before him, but he wasn't reading. His eyes skimmed over the words without comprehension. His mind was elsewhere-on Riqqo's threat, the cryptic note, the stranger outside his house the other day, and the weight of keeping his family safe.The sound of lighthearted chatter pulled him back to the present. At the far end of the room, Amira was gently braiding Khadija's hair, something his wife has always done, her younger sister giggling at something she had said. The sight of his daughters filled Hakimi with a bittersweet ache. They were innocent, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around them. He envied their ignorance.At the other end of the room, Akashi silently packed his bag, his expression stoic but his movements unusually deliberate. His mind wasn't on school. He h
BLOODLINE CHRONICLE: A MAFIA FATHER'S JOURNEY CHAPTER 01: THE PHONE CALL
Laughter spilled through the door, shaking the quiet of the hallway. I paused, my hand hovering over the knob, drawn in by the infectious joy coming from my daughters’ room. My plan had been to wait downstairs for my wife, but their giggles pulled me in like a magnet, grounding me in the moment.Their carefree voices were a welcome contrast to the growing silence that had settled between my wife and me these past few months. Hesitation melted into curiosity as I leaned closer, shamelessly eavesdropping. Khadijat, my fiery four-year-old in sky-blue pajamas, was the ringleader as always, her commanding tone and dramatic hand gestures setting the stage for another animated tale.“This girl, Rajiv, thinks she’s the boss of everything,” Khadijat exclaimed. “She’s always showing off, especially when that new blonde boy is around. They think he’s the cutest in the class, but he looks like a monkey!”Amira’s laughter erupted, clear and bright. “A monkey, Dija? That’s terrible!” she teased, th
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CHAPTER 32: AKASHI'S SECRET INVESTIGATION
The morning sun streamed through the tattered curtains, casting a pale glow over the modest kitchen. Hakimi sat at the dining table, nursing a cup of tea as steam spiraled lazily upward. A worn newspaper lay open before him, but he wasn't reading. His eyes skimmed over the words without comprehension. His mind was elsewhere-on Riqqo's threat, the cryptic note, the stranger outside his house the other day, and the weight of keeping his family safe.The sound of lighthearted chatter pulled him back to the present. At the far end of the room, Amira was gently braiding Khadija's hair, something his wife has always done, her younger sister giggling at something she had said. The sight of his daughters filled Hakimi with a bittersweet ache. They were innocent, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around them. He envied their ignorance.At the other end of the room, Akashi silently packed his bag, his expression stoic but his movements unusually deliberate. His mind wasn't on school. He h
CHAPTER 31: A NEW THREAT
The golden hues of dawn seeped through the thin curtains, washing the modest home in a comforting glow. Hakimi sat at the edge of his bed, head in his hands, replaying Riqqo's threats in his mind. Every word felt like a blade pressing against his throat, but he had to remain composed for his children's sake. His kids didn't deserve to grow up in fear, especially not after everything they had endured for his sake and inability.In the next room, Akashi stirred awake. His long hair was disheveled, spilling over his shoulders as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The house was quiet save for the faint shuffle of Khadija's slippers on the hallway floor. She peeped into her father's room."Dad, are we late for breakfast?" she asked, her voice carrying the innocence of a child unburdened by adult troubles.Hakimi quickly straightened up, plastering a warm smile on his face. "Not at all, my lioness. Breakfast will be ready soon. Why don't you go wake your sister?"She nodded and skipped away
CHAPTER 30: A FATHER AND HIS SON
The ride home was steeped in silence, the weight of the day's events pressing down on them like a heavy cloud. The glow of streetlights bathed their faces intermittently as Akashi drove, his hands gripping the steering wheel with the precision of someone both focused and preoccupied. Hakimi sat in the passenger seat, his head leaning against the window, fatigue evident in every line of his face that he had to beg his son to drive them home. The day had stretched longer than any of them anticipated-just as they had decided to close the restaurant, waves of late-night customers began pouring in, drawn by the aroma of freshly cooked meals. Hakimi couldn't bring himself to turn them away.In the backseat, Khadija had snuggled close to Amira, her small frame wrapped in her sister's protective embrace, fast asleep. Amira, though visibly drained, struggled to keep her eyes open, her head bobbing occasionally as she fought off exhaustion. The quiet hum of the engine and the occasional squeak
CHAPTER 29: BLOOD OR TRUST?
The faint chime of the restaurant doorbell had barely faded when Akashi's expression froze. His chest tightened as he recognized the two men who stepped in-a man in a dark coat with a fat cigarette dangling from his lips and another with a menacing, thug-like presence. Riqqo and Zafir. His uncle and his right-hand man.Riqqo's sharp eyes surveyed the restaurant like a predator scanning its prey, a slow, smug grin curling across his face when he recognized his nephew and brother. Zafir trailed behind, exuding quiet intimidation. They moved like they owned the place, taking a booth at the far end, their imposing presence souring the cheerful atmosphere of the family's restaurant."Uncle?" Akashi's voice was barely above a whisper as he stared, stunned and terrified.From across the counter, Hakimi noticed his son's frozen posture and followed his gaze. His blood ran cold. His pulse quickened, but he steadied his breath and forced himself to walk toward his brother. Hakimi knew Riqqo's p
CHAPTER 28: UNEXPECTED VISITOR
The family finished their meal with content smiles, their plates wiped clean. Hakimi gathered the dishes, his sleeves rolled up, a small streak of flour still smeared on his wrist. "Alright, let's get moving. We're opening the restaurant today!" he announced, a blend of excitement and determination in his voice.They piled into Hakimi's van, a secondhand vehicle with a slight creak when it hit a bump. The morning air was crisp and filled with the soft hum of the waking city. Amira rolled the window down, letting the gentle breeze dance through her hair as the van rumbled down the narrow streets. Khadija, still drowsy, leaned her small head against Akashi's shoulder, clutching her favorite blanket tightly. Recently, it had annoyed Amira how Khadija was getting fond of the blanket. Up to the point that she carried it to church. Much to the amusement of Hakimi, but Akashi who dotes on her won't let anyone bully her, or take her blanket away. On the grounds that it was their late mom who
CHAPTER 27: EARLY MORNING LIGHT AND FAMILY BONDING
The soft, golden rays of the morning sun filtered through the cracks in the curtains, bathing the modest living room in a warm glow. The air carried the delicious aroma of fried eggs and spices, mingling with the faint smell of freshly brewed tea. A peaceful quiet lingered in the house-a rare serenity before the day unfolded.In the small but tidy kitchen, Hakimi moved swiftly, expertly flipping an omelet in the pan. He had tied his long hair back, revealing the slight crease in his brow-a line of worry he hoped no one would notice. His mind still relinquished as the past events kept playing back and forth. His sleeves were rolled up, showing the strength in his forearms, as he whisked eggs and stirred a simmering pot of congee on the stove. A plate of steaming dumplings sat nearby, already prepared.The sound of bare feet shuffling broke the silence. Amira appeared first, her dark hair disheveled and her pajamas slightly crumpled. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and stood in the kitchen
CHAPTER 26: A LONG NIGHT
The feminine voice quivered with an intensity that hung in the air, leaving everyone suspended. The sudden confession from the lady left everyone in the hall stunned. All waiting for their boss's reactionRiqqo's gaze shifted, his eyes narrowing as they locked onto the lady's tear-streaked face. "You?" Tariq's voice, usually commanding, wavered with a mix of disbelief and anger. His eyes bore into her own, searching for answers. Why, Amra?" Tariq's voice softened, a mixture of bewilderment and hurt. Hurt from the fact that he was betrayed by a woman yet again. The first woman he trusted left him because they could not have a child. She ended up calling him sterile and was constantly cheating on him. He found out, and the moment he wanted getting revenge on her, she fled. Leaving him depressed for days. And now he was in trouble because of a woman he met three days ago, and barely knows nothing about."I couldn't bear it. I couldn't watch them suffer anymore." Her voice, soft and brok
CHAPTER 25: WHAT IS THIS, KARMA? 2
It was few minutes to twelve when trucks rolled up to a halt in front of Tariq's residence. His house was the biggest and most developed house in the area an evidence to the authority and power he had in the community. Riqqo, the once respected leader of the community, had always been entrusted with the responsibility of overseeing the collection of taxes and rent from the member. These funds were meant to be utilized for the betterment of the community, ensuring its growth and development. However, few months after assuming his office, had Riqqo gradually succumbed to the allure of power and greed.With the aid of his henchmen, he began to exploit the very system that was designed to benefit the community. Instead of faithfully submitting the collected funds for community development to the government, he diverted huge sums for his personal use and increased the tax by twenty percent. As the months went by, the community started to notice a decline in the quality of life. They bega
CHAPTER 24: WHAT IS THIS, KARMA? 1
Climbing the stairs, Akashi hesitated at the entrance of the library. A knot tightened in his stomach, a familiar reaction to his father's unpredictable mood. He stood motionless in the hallway, attempting to compose himself. Taking a deep breath, he knocked firmly on the door. The sound echoed through the silent corridor, met only by more silence. Undeterred, he knocked again, and then again.His shoulders sagged as he turned to leave, the weight of anticipation heavy on him."Who the hell is that?!" Hakimi's voice thundered from within, with irritation."Dinner is served. Or was served hours ago" He called out, his voice tinged with nervousness."Fine!" The dismissal came swiftly, leaving Akashi with a mixture of relief and apprehension. What the hell was going on with his father. He came home so angry, only to yell at Amira for a minor stuff and ignore Dija when she ealled out to him to read her a bedtime story. He was certain Dija won't let him get away tomorrow. And now he had re