YOURS, JANNAH

#SIXTY ONE

ARE YOU READY FOR ANOTHER REVELATION?

Adnan made his way to the walk-in closet and threw away his towel. Taking off a dark cotton shirt, he wrestled inside it then adjust one of his many dark jeans he's forgotten about because it's been long since he's last worked on his preys. Normally Bilal does all the work but this time around, something is different. He wants blood, sweltering hot to splash over his face and arms.

He ensheathed his hands with dark gloves usually worn when he is around his horses and as much as he would want the blood in his hands, he doesn't want to be directly tainted with it. He battled his feet into jade Chelsea shoes before completing his outfit with a large spider duster coat. He tucked his favorite FN Five Seven, Belgium pistol around his waist and touched the knife in his shoes. He is ready for this bloodshed though it is going to be one sided with defenseless contenders.

Strolling out of the mansion without turning to look at Jannah or he might cancel the whole thing and slide into bed with her. Adnan slid into the car that's waiting for him outside. Bilal was sitting inside by the driver's seat, his expression serene and depleted. He would've asked Bilal to allow him to be present during this job even though he knew better than to accompany him to any of the other errands he usually ran for him. This felt personal. He is going to have to do something too.

The ride to the warehouse was quiet at first before Bilal opened his mouth, the guy is always unserious even in the most crucial important situations. But what he wanted to tell his boss was so important that keeping quiet will only cause more problems in the future. He deserves to know what is going on. He should also hate Bakri for what he did.

"I have something really important to tell you but why are you so worked up about Jibril? It's not like you love your wife." Bilal tilted his head to the side to stare at Adnan as the roads are clear without much people because of the rain.

Adnan didn't react, he wasn't surprised because he'd be more shocked if the man did anything other than staying expressionless. He tried doing that few times before but he couldn't. He might be a serial killer in the eyes of others but he jokes around, have fun and also love his family dearly. Adnan on the other hand is not like that, not even an atom of emotion is seen over his face until lately. He had an inkling reason why.

"What is it?" Adnan asked, not acknowledging his last question but the first sentence he made about what he wanted to tell him.

"I can't tell you while I'm driving but do answer my question." Bilal started accelerating faster on the empty coal tarred road, his eyes focused and excited at the same time evil.

Adnan turn to look at him for the first time, Bilal refuse to pivot and see whether he's raised that brow thing he's started doing. His half sister gossiped about how he is with his wife because she cannot believe it is happening. Whenever anything happens, she calls him to rant on and on about how his boss is acting like someone else. She even asked him one time to check whether this is really Adnan Ibrahim Attahir or someone placed. Maybe a twin from Antarctica.

"You are not driving with your mouth. Spill." Adnan deadpanned, turning back to stare at the windshield broodingly. He cannot wait to get his hands on Jibril Shehu again, he might just kill the motherfucker.

Bilal was quiet wondering whether or not he should tell him. Maybe he should wait until they arrive at the warehouse so the sizzling and boiling wrath in Adnan will be in good use as Bakri and Jibril are going to be at the receiving end of it. Just five minutes away and he is going to get the man into a full beast mode. He hadn't seen him in that for a long time, he cannot wait for the scene he's already molded in his head.