🖤Skin To Skin.🖤

Chapter THIRTY THREE

(DEAN'S POV)

I burned my disloyal girlfriend's house. The feeling from doing that was thrilling. Those flames were a symbol of how angry and hurt I was feeling.
It brought little joy to me in understanding the cost I've done to her livelihood.

Zain had his own worry and so was she. Both of them have felt a glimpse of my wrath and it certainly struck their nerves. This is how what I call a surprise gift to them. I opened another can of beer while I watch Larona's house burn down to ashes. The local authorities were on their way however I spared a few minutes of watching this scene as if it was hell.

My joy in this partial revenge, was too sweet and easy to execute. From a moment of watching this horrific fire, I decided to take selfies. My teeth was white and shiny. My face wasn't clear on the phone screen due to the massive smoke but I certainly had to capture this moment for making a photo frame.

The sound of flames were like soft music to me.
I felt like a new person coming out from therapy. My heartache was beginning to soothe and gradually I felt like I am the man on top of the world.

When the fire authorities together with policemen approaching the house address, it was my cue to exit from the scene. I got inside my sports car and drove back to my mansion.

I walked inside my dirty home and I immediately went to my master bedroom. I sighed from feeling tired and began to play music on my speakers.

**21 Savage ft Doja Cat - Nhie. ** was my jam. The beat of the song with the rhythm from it, made my body tickle joyfully.

My muscular body moved into dancing and i took out my cigar as I enjoyed myself. My shoulders moved back and forth while I lean my backside to this song. Each of my leg had a chance to step backwards while I move my hips in motion. My face was purely in enjoyment. I rapped some parts of the song and i couldn't stop myself from having fun.

My room had a dim light. The curtains were dark grey in color, with a black marble floor. The design of my room was never average or too plain. I am a man with expensive taste hence the bitches I fucked with used to worship this beauty. My thoughts surrounding the havoc I caused to those pathetic lovers, it affected my emotions so deep that I ended up thinking about a new plan to further destroy them.

This then lead to calling one of my soldiers and give him a directive on what I must expect from him. The man agreed with me over the phone call and the discussion was sealed on a deal.

"Killing a family member sounds evil." I thought out loud but laughed like it was a good joke. "Maybe Larona's mother could meet her ancestors or maybe Zain's mother could be the unlucky one." I vocally spoke to myself.

From where I stood while thinking of a good target on who to eliminate. My mind trails off from a memory that I never expected it would appear consciously.

"My son." an angelic voice echoed.
"Mama." a happy boy greeted.
"I'm so glad to see you strong and big. Please tell mama how you spent your day at school." the sweet voice replied.
The little boy's face saddened and his mother was concerned about it.
"Tell mama what's wrong. Your face doesn't look happy at all." she softly said to the boy.
"After school, my friend and I took a walk so then a group of older men from a street corner called my friend's name. I told him those guys look dangerous and we must leave them alone. He refused to listen to me." the boy began to feel emotional from explaining.

The sweet mother hugs him gently as she rubs his little back and encourages him to continue to speak." Mama, they beat him up and pointed a gun on him while he laid flat on the ground. " his tears was noticeable and his mother hugs him tightly without interrupting him.

"They shot Khumamelo. Mama. I saw everything from a distance and now I've lost my only friend who I called him big brother." the little boy cried painfully which made his mother feel for him.

"My son, I'm deeply sorry to hear that. We'll definitely pay our last respect for your best friend and we will go to his home to assist with funeral preparations. However Dean I need you to listen me carefully." a sweet concerned mother held her son's face to concentrate on him.

"This is a scary world where young boys like yourself will meet certain men who are not good for society. Some of those young boys gave up their innocence to a life of crime because of poverty and dysfunctional family. I know what I'm saying to you is something you cannot understand immediately but trust me, one day when you're old enough, you will understand Mama's words. Please my son, whatever you do in life. Don't become a man who shot your best friend. Never turn into a dark spirit that this world praises. Stay strong for good and never for evil. "

Her voice reached the boys little ears and they hugged once again in love. The memory fades away in my mind which brought back to my senses.

My body froze and my heart beat was becoming fast. I coughed to make sure that I was physically well from thinking about my late mother's words.

My energy was in conflict with being a bad person and wanting to repent my ways. I just didn't know what else to feel either than shame.  My mother's words were ignored and I knew within my heart that she is not happy with the life I chose for myself. Unexpectedly, a teardrop escaped my eye and I froze while looking at a mirror in my room.