SPIKE
Spike held the silencer and waited for the front door to open. The reason he had chosen the silencer was to keep his hiding safe, so they wouldn't get where the bullet came from.
As soon as the first assassin entered, he aimed for his head and pulled the trigger. What Spike did not quickly get was that they were assassins like him and were as smart as he was. The two assassin started to shoot at the chairs but spike was fast enough. He quickly rolled out and bent his head, caught hold of his gun that fell from his hand shot and assassin by his ribs.
He circled the other one and stopped in front of him. Guns aimed at each other.
"Let's fight hand to hand." Spike stated, his eyes shooting knives at the last assassin. The second one he shot by the ribs was already losing consciousness.
The assassin flung the gun away and Spike d
KNOXHe had gone out to pick Aryan or Spike rather and his family at McDonald’s to come stay in his house. Now that he and Spike worked together, Knox had to protect him because he now realized that the con life which he was good at and the gambling, there was more than just it; the billionaire clique, everything. Thanks to Spike who had shed more light to everything and himself, he was ready for whatever stunt Dhanial wanted to pull. Pamela was now his responsibility and neither of them regretted the death of Bloom, in fact Pamela was happy he was dead and he helped her buried her mother.Another thing was, Knox still hadn’t find out what Makayla was up to, all he knew was that the moment he received her file from Al-Amin Quraishi Abaddi, he knew it was about coning and to break her from being dominating to submissive.He sighed.Since the
MAKAYLAShe woke up naked with the bedsheets tangled around her body. She groaned as the memories of what transpired during the night hit her.A smile lifted at the side of her lips as she turned her head to look at Knox. His eyes were wide open like he had been awake, watching her as she slept.“Ah!” Makayla screamed and almost fell out of the bed but he held her hand and drew her close to him.“That was creepy!” she placed her hand on her chest. “Why you staring at me like that?” His expression remained stoic.She snapped her fingers in his face.“To earth, Knox.”He blinked his eyes. “You remind me of my Ayesha.”Makayla raised an eyebrow. "Ayesha? Who is she?" He ignored her and stood up to go to the bathro
Laughter bursted through Knox's house as the family and friends were discussing recent events. Inaya and Chantelle were playing with their toys in front of everyone. “I heard that the wedding between Al-Amin and Maria was awkward. Is that true?” Spike asked. “I was the only one here that was invited to the wedding,” Knox responded. “I wasn’t aware of the wedding,” Malia commented. “Same here,” Aakhifah said. “Tell us about the wedding,” Pamela pleaded. "But you were there, Pamela!" Makayla interjected. "Shit! My brain forgot." Pamela said. “The wedding was pretty nice. The building was huge, and Al-Amin sure did put in a lot of money to make it look extravagant. There were a lot of Muslim cultures. The food was good, and the music was joyful.” He explained. “That’s nice and all, but you still haven’t answered my question. Was the marriage awkward for Al-Amin and Maria?” Spike asked. “Al-Amin was enjoying the wedding. He was happy that he was marrying Maria. But, Maria
MAKAYLA POVHer fingers leisurely yet with impatience, tapped the table. He was supposed to be here.9:00pm. Her glittering gold watch read. Her frown deepened. She was hungry-- very for that fact and her father, adopted, wasn't here for the dinner at a luxury suite, that he himself invited her to. If she didn't love the man, she would've left. This was an insult!Her jaw ticked as the faint ticking of her watch filled her eardrums. Where was the damn man?! Again, she repeated, if she didn't love this man, she would've left.Picking up her glass of exotic champagne, her perfectly manicured fingers played with the glass, her reflection becoming visible to her eyes. Her excellently carved eyebrows, eyes, lips; lips that never smiled, nose and the outlines of her face. Those weren't hers. It belonged to another-- a dead another.This face wasn't hers.Life, oh life and it's little petty quirks.Five years ago, everything was different. Her face
KNOX POV"There she is." Fawaz pointed.Standing in the midst of men and women, her red velvet dress flowed with exotic grace behind her. A leg stuck out to show her sexy curves and the slit that stopped exactly where her underwear was. Just...wow!Her tawny tanned skinned glow under the midnight blue chandeliers to show how much of a goddess she looks.He averted his gaze on hearing his sister voice.(DOVE)"Dove, I didn't think I'd see you here."She scoffed. "Oh permit me brother, I'm now old enough legally to do what I want.""What's your definition of legal?""When you look at someone and they blow your mind that all you can think of is fucking with 'em."Knox rolled his eyes. "Just say sex, it won't burn your tongue, besides she's my business."A man of fifty- seven years wearing a grey tuxedo, walked past the siblings without feeling his seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars wrist watch being removed.
MAKAYLA POVAs they descended down the stairs, holding hands, all heads veered to their direction.The brunette from earlier sneered, jealousy written boldly on her forehead but invisible to all eyes. Except that it showed on her face as her frowns deepened."If you keep staring at them like that, you'll grow old like my aunt Imogen. Whenever she stares at people like that she wishes them bad and as a result, she never got anyone to love her.""Shut up Roberts." She hissed, rolling her eyes.He chuckled mockingly."Douche bag." She sneered."Waqiha."She gave him a stern, threatening glare for calling her a slut which he returned. Her black lined eyes with kajal made the glare more terrifying that it made Robert turned his attention else where.He couldn't wait for Knox and him to be alone so he could tell him what was happening.The angry voice of Mr. Phillipe boomed everywhere in the casino. "Who stole my wrist watch?!"
AL-AMIN QURAISHI ABBADIIt was almost four in the afternoon which meant it was about time for Asri prayers. He entered his praying room with his "Tashbih" in his hand."BISMIL LAAHIR RAHMAANIR RAHEEM,AL HAMDU LILLAHI RABBIL 'AALAMEEN, AR RAHMAANIR RAHEEM,MAALIKI YAWMID DEEN,EYYAAKA NA'BUDU, WA EYYAAKA NASTA'EEN,EH'DENAS SIRAATAL MUSTAQEEM, SIRAATAL LAZINA AN'AMTA 'ALAYHIM; GHAYRILMAGHDOOBI 'ALAYHIM WALADDAALEEN" AMIN.He said a short prayer: BISMIL LAAHIR RAHMAANIR RAHEEMQul huwa Allahu ahadAllahu assamadLam yalid wa lam yooladWa lam yakul-lahu kufuwan ahad. Amin.When he was done praying, he called for one of his servants' to serve him some fruits including his favorite, water melon.Taking a seat by the oval- like egg shaped pool, he silently listened to the bubbling water that coordinate
The clubhouse was booming with some good Rock ‘n’ Roll music. His statue was slim, with numerous tattoos on his arms, chest, and back. He had tinted green hair that stood upright at exactly the middle of his hair. His lower eyes were lined darkly with 'Kajal'.He looked extremely tough as his jawline was set straight. A stripper passed by him and he unabashedly spanked her ass. She gave him the middle finger and went about her duties.Spike didn’t come to the clubhouse to check out 'Asses' especially the white 'Chic's' in short that flaunted their bodies here and there. He was here to carry out a mission.“Where the fuck is Khalil?” He hissed, muttering underneath his breath. His impatience grew as the clock ticked but spike knew that he had to be patient, very.His face contorted to that of disgust as he took sight of the figure ahead of him. “Bastard." He hissed.AL-Amin, h