𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅| 3

34: Sabotage

Dedicated to whoever's alive and reading this on this beautiful day.
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“Sticks and stones will build your throne
But love lives ever after.”

Kam

The door to the room in Amir's penthouse I had converted into my own opened and closed, snapping me awake.

My eyes darted left and right, my breathing spiking. I was paralyzed by dread and fear, my body refused to move.

Heavy footsteps made it's way to my bed, slow, concise steps that knew exactly where it was going and what it wanted to do; Finish what it started with my grandfather.

I couldn't move, I couldn't speak but my heart was pounding so fast, it shook my entire body.

The hooded figure finally swam into focus when he came to a stop at the end of my bed.

My eyes widened. I sucked in a strangled gasp as he whipped out a gun, aimed at my forehead, fired. The sound reverberating throughout the entire apartment.

My eyes snapped open and that was when I realized I had shot out of my bed, screaming the entire skyscraper awake.

I had knocked down the fancy nightlamp and the entire room was shrouded in darkness, further intensifying my anxiety.

The door suddenly barged open and the lights came on.

"What the actual fuck is going on here?!" Amir demanded, eyes wide and alert, wearing only pyjama pants, holding a golfstick and ready to attack.

I stopped at the sight of him, all the fear and dread and horror seeping out of my body. I sat on the bed, my body trembling and shaking so violently, I thought I'd pass out.

Just a nightmare, I whispered to myself, just a nightmare.

My hands wouldn't stop shaking.  I gulped and clamped them together on my knee.

Amir sighed, low, tired and came to seat with me on the bed.

The space beside me sunk at his weight, and his exotic scent invaded my nostrils.

It was quiet between us.

I broke the silence.

"They're coming after me." I whispered.

"Who's coming after you?"

I sucked in a breath. "I don't know... My grandfather had a lot of–"

Amir sighed again, puffed out a breath, rubbed his hair. "Look, first of all, you're not that important. Humble the fuck up."

I glared at him. He smiled a sick smile at my infuriation.

"Secondly, believe me when I say no one is after you."

"How do you know for sure?"

"In case you've forgotten, my mum was assassinated too, or do I need to remind you?"

Everyone knew the truth about Amir's mother; while 10 year old Amir was waiting for his mother at the library, she had been trying to escape paparazzi that were on her tail, taking pictures of the runaway bride of the Sokoto Caliphate. Her, leaving the caliphate had been a slap on the sultan's face and the media had torn her to pieces during the entirety of that era. Except it had all ended in a ghastly car accident that had taken her life.

The whole accident was deemed a sabotage and assassination by most people who knew how the government and top people worked, for disgracing the highest royal family in the north and in the country, something that Amir believed without a doubt and fueled his hatred for the crown and for the country.