Xavier POV:My mother pushed me and slammed the door in my face. She had never done this to me before and that stupid bodyguard was the reason she did it today.I have to do something about him or else he might just take away my chances of being the only heir to the gang left. I know my mother well and if she starts to see the bodyguard as better than me then he will take over everything. I left that place and went into my bedroom. I took out my phone and dialed a number I thought I would never dial again. "Long time no see eh Xavier." the voice sounded from the other side of the phone. "I never saw this day coming that I would call you for a job," I said to him. "I told you back then that you are going to need my help. And you know what? I will help you except it's going to cost you a lot more than usual." the voice said. I will pay you anything as long as you get the job done."I said to him. "Well? Let's hear it," he said to me. Devon POV: The next morning, Tamira came out o
86The very next day, I was woken up from sleep by a group of people and informed that they were going to get me ready for the wedding. There was a group of women as well but they were not her for me. They were here for Tamira. I left with the men while Tamira was surrounded by those women the moment she stepped out of her room. The men took me to a separate room and made me take a good bath before they could start. Mrs. Wilson entered the room right after I had put on the suit for the wedding. "Nice. Very nice. Is this the best available?" she asked one of the men. "We just thought that this one would match him best," he replied to her. "Nonsense. He must look his best for the wedding." Mrs. Wilson said and looked through the other batches. "Here you go. Try this one." Mrs. Wilson said, giving me a suit from the others. I took it from her and the room door flew open. "Xavier!" Mrs. Wilson shouted his name. "I thought you said it was going to be a contract marriage! Why all th
I dialed the same number that I had dialed before and he picked up, "hello, change of plans. It's no longer a contract wedding as I had thought. " I thought little mommy's boy knows all his mommy's plans. Mommy didn't think it necessary to tell her baby boy the truth this time?" he asked me in a mocking tone of voice. "Shut up you fool!" I yelled at him."Hey! Don't you dare raise your voice at me! You know how risky it is for me to go there!" he yelled back. I took a deep breath in and released it in a sigh, "fine. Sorry about that." I said. "That's better," he replied, annoying me. "Where are you right now?" I asked him. "Hold on and I will send you the address of where we should meet up," he said to me. I ended the call and waited. My phone beeped and I checked it. The address was only a bit far. I put my phone in my pocket and rushed down the stairs. I ended up bumping into Roco the moment I exited the building, "what the hell?!" I shouted angrily. I saw that he was not al
"Nice to see you again Roco," Mustapha replied. "Why are you here?! Was it Mr. Cranston who sent you to kill me or what?!" I asked him. "Sometimes I wonder why you are his favorite. You are too stupid for my liking but yeah, since you want to know what is happening then I will tell you as you'll already be dead soon." Mustapha said as I stared daggers at him. "Your 'almost' brother-in-law sent me to do this. He hates you and doesn't even care that I will be the one marrying his sister." Mustapha said to me. "Why? What is it that he knows?" I asked Mustapha."How would I know what's in his head? Now stop asking stupid questions and sit down!" Mustapha ordered, still pointing his gun at my face. I knew all too well that Mustapha would not use the gun. People around would hear it. I sat on the floor and Mustapha approached me with a rope and was about to tie me when I made a move. Unfortunately, I missed and Mustapha was still boss of what would happen to me at that moment. "I see,
After a while, Mustapha started to lower his hands. He smiled and picked up the suitcase he had dropped. "You do not have the balls to pull that trigger," he told Xavier. "Or do I?" Xavier said and pulled the trigger as he aimed it at Mustapha's left leg. Mustapha let out a loud cry of agony and fell on his ass as he gripped his foot and cried out, "fuck! Fuck you! Son of bitch! What did you just do to me?!" Mustapha yelled. "I shot you. That is what I did. And you had a better mind that dirty language of yours when you are around me because it might be your last." Xavier threatened. "How... What sort of a gun is that?!" Mustapha asked Xavier. "Oh? This little thing?" Xavier said. "Just something that my gang had been working on. Can you believe it? We finally succeeded." Xavier answered. "With this new creation and others as well, we can easily take over the entire Mafia," Xavier added. "Mr. Cranston will hear about this. You and your family will go down the drain once we turn
Devon POV: The wedding reception got over and we were back in the mansion once again. Tamira had been silent throughout the whole thing and appeared to be very sleepy. We went to her room together and she entered while I stood at the door. A few minutes later, Mrs. Wilson came to me. "What are you doing?" Mrs. Wilson asked me. "I'm guarding Tamira's room just as I used to," I replied. Mrs. Wilson gave me an awkward look, "guarding her room?" she questioned. "Yes, " I answered. "Get in there. You are her husband now and you have the right to sleep in the same bed with her." Mrs. Wilson said to me. "On the bed. Not on the floor. I will still keep coming to check." she added. "Yes madam," I said and opened the door. Tamira had not locked it. I walked up to her bed and stared down at her. She was already asleep. I lay there decide her and with a distance. Mrs. Wilson watched for a while and then left. Mrs. Wilson POV: The more I torture Tamira then the greater chance I would hav
*The next morning*I woke up to the loud screeching sound of a female scream and received a slap the second I opened my eyes. "What the!" I said as I immediately sat up in bed. "What happened?! Was there a cockroach? A spider? What?! Speak up already!" I said to Tamira."No, you perverted idiot! What are you doing in my bed?!" Tamira screamed at me. "Just that and you started to scream like a Banshee?!" I yelled back at her. "Just?! Just?! What gave you the right to enter my room and sleep in the same bed as me?!" Tamira shouted. "Well, for one, I am your husband and I have the absolute right," I said to Tamira. "And secondly, this was your mother's doing and not mine. Probably, she is trying to push you to your limit." I said to Tamira. "How do you mean?" she asked me. "Are you that ignorant of the kind of person your mother is? It's a clear thing. She is trying to force you into meeting up with your lover boy." I replied to Tamira. "Devon is not my lover boy." Tamira retorted
Devon POV: Xavier got up almost immediately after Tamira did and I found it suspicious because of the way he kept glancing back at her. "Excuse me," I said to Mrs. Wilson and got up. I went in search of Xavier just in case and found him when I was going up the stairs. He was standing under the staircase but I could see part of his phone. How come he was watching the front of Tamira's room door? Wait... Did he... I walked faster up the stairs and I hoped Tamira was not saying something she was going to regret saying later. On my way to Tamira's room, I spotted the particular camera that faced her door. I knew that kind of camera to have a very penetrating recording system when it comes to listening to people's conversations. I slowed my pace and entered the room casually because I knew that he will not just be listening but also still watching. I entered Tamira's room and somehow managed to see the name of who she was calling on the phone. It was Alex. Damn it! This girl was goi