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Chapter 90: PART 2

Chapter 90: PART 2

*Fedor’s POV*

As it turned out, I was not a fast runner and as quick as I had started, I was captured and thrown into the car. I was wheezing and trying to catch my breath when Rwan commented, “That was terrible, so terrible.”

“Sh…ut….up!” I coughed out.

Jawan threw at me a bottle of water, “Drink.”

I said nothing and gulped as much water as I could until I relaxed. “Now that you have me, what do you want?” I asked once I was able to formulate a complete sentence without taking a deep breath. Nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next.

“How can I salvage this?” Jawan asked like it burned him to say those words.

I was flabbergasted that I was quiet for a while before I chuckled at how ridiculous this was, “Why do you think I would have an answer to this?”

“This is not a joke.” Rwan replied.

“First you two are insufferable, rude and completely out of touch with politeness. You want something from me yet all you have done is treat me with contempt and usually this would be a reason not to help but I want this over and done with so I do not have to see any of you. First Mister, you start with a God’s honest apology and not the kind you do with that unrepentant tone of yours. Then you keep apologizing until he gives you a chance and just so you know, I am not rooting for you. I hopes he makes you work for the forgiveness you do not earn.”

“Forgiveness?” Jawan barked.

I discovered then that I had misunderstood the situation if the look on his face was anything to go by, “How did you expect to work this out? Apart from kidnapping me of course.”

“What did I do wrong? I put him on a path to greatness, all but provided everything he needed to suceed and what did he do? He threw my charity in the face. I never told him that I adopted him, if he misunderstood that, why is that my fault?”

"Is your name Jarum or Jawan? It has been bothering me for a while." I confessed.

I heard Rwan groan and answer, "Both.... Jarum Jawan."

I snorted and earned glares.
There was no point arguing with him, his view was his reality; “what do you want from me then?” I was over this already and drained from all of this, he had a way of doing that to people. His word was law and he truly does not understand where he had done wrong in all of these, that type of arrogance can’t be bought and I do not think anything I do or say can change who this man was, it was annoying and sad at the same time.

“I can give you wealth beyond your imagination; all you have to do is leave him. Once you do, he will come back to me, I know it.” I had never heard anyone more deluded in my entire life and I once met a homeless old woman who believed she was the one true love to the King of Neverland.

I chuckled without humour, “You don’t care about him, you see him as a possession and not as a person with feelings, aspiration, goals; a human being like you who wanted you to see him. Not as another puppet but as he is, I am astute and even I can see what a hard headed person you are, bribe? Me? Bribing me was the best you could come up with?” I was miffed now at the audacity of this man.

Rwan added, “I told you, she loves him and she is right. I don’t know what I was thinking all this while, if I felt this way as your daughter, I can imagine how suffocating it must have been for him.”

“R… Rwan?” Jawan could not believe his ears, just when I thought he was not capable of any other expression but disdain.

Rwan broke down, “I work so hard to earn your love, even when you are there, you are really not. I was so desperate for love that I held on so tight to the one person that managed to be kind to me and now he is gone because I was greedy and I learned that from you. Fedor is right, he does not belong to you or me no matter how hard we wish for it, and as hard as this is to admit, I don’t like the person I am becoming, and the more I look at you, the less I like you as well.” 

“Shut up Rwan.” He roared. Rwan clamped up immediately and I sighed, this man was not going to change; he could not even get out of his own way to maintain the relationships closest to him. “You did this to my family, you ruined everything.” He thundered as he glowered at me with so much hate.

I swallowed, “No, you did this.”

“He will soon come to regret this, these feelings you both think you have that makes you feel on top of the world will be the same one that will choke you in due time. Get out.” The car came to a stop.

I smiled wryly because I could not resist, “What? No goodbye kisses?” I was convinced he would have throttled me if not for the fact that there were witnesses around. I was grateful to be out of that atmosphere, the man was insane if anything; they had dropped me at the opposite of Chief’s place, this man was cruel. Where were we going anyway?

I was trying to find my way back when another smaller black car beckoned me, it was familiar for some reason but then again it was a common kind of car. A tall dark man had come down and was walking intentionally towards me, I had heard stories of girls being kidnapped and sold into slavery, I was not about to become a story and even though I had established that I could not run for shit, I was ready to run again when he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and signaled at his phone which was on speaker. “It’s me, you can go with him.” Queen’s annoyed voice came from the phone and I knew he must have been the one reporting to her.

I got into the car, he did not introduce himself or anything; he dropped me off at chief’s place in total silence and drove off afterwards, maybe this stalking thing was not so bad. Chief was not home despite the late hour, I reckoned he would be busy with all these plans he had in place with the F43 or was it F49. It was a long day and after a cold shower, I was in dreamland. I felt it when Chief came home but I was too tired to stand up or do anything. I knew when he wrapped me in his arms and placed a kiss on my forehead, I don’t know if I smiled in real time but I was definitely content in my head.

Morning came and in the spirit of full disclosure, I told him everything that had transpired between me and Jawan. I was beginning to regret doing that because the rage I saw on his face gave me the chills, He hugged me close instead and said nothing about it for the rest of the day. The months went by without any major drama, I and Taylor had gotten close really fast and I had decided to enroll in a business and marketing class per Queen’s request. She was real interested in developing my mind like my mind needed any more improvements of any kind. My internship with Tokhe finally came to an end and as expected, there was no renewal of contracts to which Queen thought was an opportunity to learn according to her under the best in the industry which was her of course except her industry had nothing to do with anything I had learned so far and we all know how learning is such a great strength of mine. Chief had begun to spend more hours away from home, I hated it; and it also came with a lesson, making money took time.

The rest of the crew had left when Chief left and they were working with him, Chief had gotten a lot more contracts for the F series and while I admit that I was sharing him with work, I loved that he enjoyed doing it, you could see the light in his eyes whenever he got another breakthrough; he was a man of research and I loved him for it, I loved everything about him.

“Preparations for the wedding? How’s that going?” Queen asked on one of our compulsory dinner dates and I overlooked it before but Queen was a little clingy.

“How’s the divorce coming up?” It had been over a few months but Carl was determined not to let her go, he even showered her every day, every single day with flowers, talking about rekindling their fire. He never talked to me about the adoption and I never dared mention it any time our paths crossed which was a lot because of how much he was trying to win back Queen. Men were odd, all these years, and now was the time he chose to be attentive. It was almost like a Ponzi scheme.

“You are rude.”

“You are nosy.”

“I  have a wedding dress I know you are going to love. I designed it myself.”

I looked up at her, my heart melting a bit at the thoughtfulness and ignoring the negative part of me that mentioned it must have been another way to control me, I have been doing that a lot these days; ignoring the part that expects the worse and a little each day, that voice becomes smaller. “I am guessing it is as expensive as a heart.”

“Only a kidney or two. You deserve the best.”

“Of course, anything less is a mess.” I mocked her favorite quote and she shook her head at my tease.

She took me over to her place after dinner and holy Moses, she was right; I loved the dress. It was so much better than I ever thought, the inner one hugged all of my curves with an attachment that made it seem like I walked out of a fairytale. My God, I was beautifully divine.

“Yes you are.” Queen beamed proudly.

Oops, I had said that aloud.

“You know you can ask for my help regarding the wedding preparations, I would be more than glad to help, actually I’d be over the moon.” Queen offered.

Actually, the reason why our wedding plans had gone nowhere had nothing to do with lack of timing, it was me, I was shy; it was an awakening for me and a rude one also where I had to admit that I wanted a wholesome wedding, I wanted to do everything right and I had no idea how to plan one. I grinned in appreciation and relief when Queen offered, “Okay since you are forcing my hand.”

“No, I’m not.” She answered amusedly. “Were you waiting for me to ask?”

“How is your divorce coming along? Looking to rekindle the romance?”

She eyed me with comprehensive disappointment, “Low, even for you. I don’t understand him. He has done nothing but ignore me for years to be with his mistress, continually haunted me for a divorce and now that I am ready to give him that, he turns around and do this. I would rather die than go back, my wasted years!” She took a deep breath, “What kind of wedding do you want?” She asked.

“The kind where the bride wears a white gown,” I answered drily.

She scoffed, “Where do we begin?”

“Is the mistress dead?” I was beginning to get sucked into their drama and I liked Carl less and lesser the more I knew about him.

“I’ll handle it.”

“You can talk to me about it, you know; I might not be able to do much but I am a great listener.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I can be.”

“There is nothing to talk about, looking forward and never backwards.”

Hopefully one day she would be able to talk to me freely but that day was not today. “That sounds like a good plan.” I conceded.