Hearts entwined in jannah | (jannah series #2)

CHAPTER 19: TROUBLE IN PARADISE

Trouble in paradise 🌚

Anyways,

Eid Mubarak lovelies 💕 💗

KANO STATE, NIGERIA

UNKNOWN POV

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!! Fuck them all! I'm going to fucking end all those Shugaba's!"
"It's all your fault that we are in this situation, you always want things to be done your way thinking you are smarter than everyone." My vision blurred and I felt like I was on top of the world and I knew it was because of the cocaine I had taken, I grabbed Farouk Alkali's collar and I shouted on his face,
"We have been doing things my way for a long time and things have been going perfectly well. It was you twos plan to start sending her a message with a number she could reply with and now she is no longer scared as she is supposed to be. Fuck you, Farouk—" I couldn't get to complete my sentence when a harsh slap landed on my face making me to instantly release Farouk Alkali's collar.
"Do you think you are the only one who is trying? Farouk here is trying very hard to gain acceptance into the Talba family so they can trust him completely." Farouk Alkali looked at me with a smug smile as he fixed the collar of his shirt. God! I hate the guts of this damn man with every fibre of my being but I can't neglect him because he and I are connected in so many ways that it will be my disadvantage if we fall apart.

"But father—" I tried reasoning out but the other anonymous man in the room cut me off rudely.
"Stop." He said as he raised his hand indicating for me to stop talking. Farouk walked towards me with a creepy smile and stood in front of me and adjusted the collar of my shirt, I so badly want to smack his hands away but I couldn't so I tightly clenched my fist.
"You have been doing this your way and we have quietly followed you but from now on if you know what's good for you, you will do as we say." He said with an innocent smile as he brushed the invisible dust on my shirt as if he wasn't the one who had just been threatening me, threatening people is all he knows how to do, just like he did to my mother.
"Today is 19 may, princess Azra's wedding day. We will attack the palace but we won't kidnap anyone but we will shoot the queen—" the man couldn't complete his sentence when Farouk grabbed his collar and turned him to face him.
"Nobody is hurting my Maha."
"As far as I know she isn't yours since she's been married for years now and has forgotten about you." Farouk couldn't control his anger anymore and he punched the man, he got on top of him and continued punching him while I silently watched as he did that not even try to stop him.
"Geez! Calm down we will shoot Azra and not her mother." He said as he finally managed to free himself and clean the blood dripping from his injured nose. As soon as he said that, my whole body froze and I jerked up from my position.
"No one's going to shoot Azra." The man huffed and then rolled his eyes while I watched him with a dull expression. 
"I forgot you are also a lover boy, well then we will shoot Azran or his wife."
"Better." I muttered as I sat back down while Farouk visibly relaxed.

"It's just going to be like a warning for them so we can instill fear in them." The man further explained.
"But don't you think it's better if it comes unexpected? If we give them a warning attack then I'm sure Ayman Shugaba will stop at nothing to find the culprit."
"No just do as I say and everything will go smoothly." Farouk and I nodded our head and then the man let out a sinister smile as he said,
"There is going to be trouble in paradise." And then the man left the room.

Was Maha a player when she was young? Maybe? But she seems like a responsible woman from the background check I had on her but this man that just left claimed something happened 30 years ago that he will never be able to forgive her for but before that happened he used to love her. So what could have happened? It only meant that she played men and when the biggest fish who is Ayman Shugaba came she dumped them all and went to him since he was and is still stinkly rich if not more.
"Prepare the men for the attack, the palace security is tight especially during this wedding period." Farouk said and he roughly patted my shoulder before he left. I fell back on my chair and took a picture of Azra that she had taken when she was 10. She looked cute, young and innocent unlike the rich bratty, arrogant and narcissistic lady she has grown to become.
"Azra you will be mine whether you like it or not."
   
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