Married To A Captain

chapter 6

Devil's Acre

Inside a mansion, several men sat, each sporting a tattoo of a large cobra on their necks and dressed in black vests and pants. They were the formidable members of the Cobra, a ruthless and deadly terrorist group. Led by Mario Fernandes, a notorious mob boss known for his cruelty and womanizing ways, they showed no remorse for the lives they took.

Mario had formed the Cobra after being banished from the Scorpions, one of the largest mafia groups in the UK, for embezzling money. As punishment, the Scorpions cut off his left leg and plucked out his right eye, leaving him homeless and consumed by a desire for revenge. The Cobra emerged as his way of wreaking havoc and seeking vengeance against the Scorpions.

Their celebration was interrupted by a sound, causing them all to freeze. One by one, members of the Cobra fell to their deaths, unable to comprehend the ferocity of the attack. Captain Muhammad Waziri, had infiltrated their stronghold and singlehandedly eliminated them. The Cobra couldn't fathom how someone like him posed such a threat to their existence.

"Get your guns!" one of the men shouted, but before he could finish, a bullet pierced his skull. The rest suffered the same fate. When the attack ended, Muhammad and his team emerged from their hiding place, inspecting the lifeless bodies before collecting them for evidence.

Exiting the Devil's Acre, they had successfully wiped out one-third of the Cobra, striking a significant blow to the terrorist organization.

Meanwhile, in Fatima and Mino's apartment, they were getting ready for their first day at the University of London. Fatima, however, had taken longer than expected in the bathroom.

"Are you changing your skin along with bathing?" Mino playfully asked, receiving no response. After a few moments, Fatima emerged, wrapping a towel around herself.

"Finally, her majesty has decided to grace us with her presence," Mino teased. Fatima simply sighed and proceeded to get dressed.

She opted for a simple lavender dress with a white veil, spraying her favorite Versace perfume. After putting on some makeup, including powder, kohl, and lip gloss, Fatima was ready to go.

Finding Mino absent from the room, she headed to the kitchen for breakfast. She grabbed the chips that Mino had prepared and poured herself a cup of cappuccino.

She then prepared a cup of cappuccino for Mino and brought it to her. They both sat down at the dining table to enjoy their breakfast.

"So, it's our first day of school. How are you feeling?" Mino asked, breaking the silence. "Honestly, I'm feeling kind of nervous. New school, new country," Fatima admitted, a hint of anxiety in her voice.

"Don't worry, my Fatuu. I'll be there for you every step of the way," Mino reassured her, placing a comforting hand on Fatima's shoulder.

"Thank you, Mino. You and your family have done so much for me. I feel forever indebted to you," Fatima expressed, her voice filled with gratitude.

Mino's expression softened. "Don't say that, Fatima. You're not indebted to us. We consider you family. You're my sister, and family takes care of each other," Mino scolded gently.

"I'm sorry, Mino. You're right. I sometimes forget that we are more than just friends. We're family," Fatima acknowledged, her voice tinged with remorse.

Mino let out a chuckle. "No need to apologize, Fatima. Just make sure you clean your face properly, unless you want to go to school looking like a clown," she teased playfully.

Fatima grinned and hurriedly went to the bathroom to wipe off any excess makeup. After freshening up, they grabbed their bags and headed out the door, ready to embark on their first day at the University of London.

As they walked together, Fatima couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for Mino and her unwavering support. She knew that with Mino by her side, she would be able to overcome any challenges that came her way.

With a renewed sense of confidence, Fatima stepped into the new chapter of her life.