The Don.

17. ☺

In the aftermath of the confrontation, tensions lingered in the air like an ominous cloud. Zahara retreated to the sanctuary of her car, her heart still racing from the adrenaline-fueled encounter. She took a few deep breaths, willing herself to calm down before starting the engine and driving away from the salon.

As she navigated the familiar streets of the city, her mind raced with questions and doubts. What had prompted Crystal and Kahlae to confront her so aggressively? Lost in her thoughts, Zahara barely noticed when her phone buzzed with an incoming call. Glancing at the screen, she saw "Babe❤"flashing across the screen in bold letters. With a sigh of relief, she answered the call, grateful for the distraction from her troubled thoughts. Yes babe," she answered, her voice tinged with exhaustion.

"Baby, are you alright?" Taji's voice was filled with concern. "I heard about what happened at the salon. Yuh good? "Zahara hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "I'm fine, babe," she replied, forcing a note of confidence into her voice. "Just a little shaken up, that's all."There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Taji spoke again. "Do you want me to come over? I can be there in ten minutes."Zahara's heart warmed at Taji's offer of support. "That would be nice," she admitted, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

As she continued her journey home, Zahara couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of her mind. Something told her that the confrontation at the salon was just the beginning of a much larger storm brewing on the horizon. And with Taji by her side, she knew she would need all the strength and courage she could muster to weather the challenges that lay ahead. As Zahara arrived home, she found solace in the familiar surroundings of her apartment. She poured herself a glass of water and sank onto the couch, feeling the weight of the day's events pressing down on her.

Minutes later, a knock on the door startled her from her thoughts. With a furrowed brow, she made her way to the entrance, wondering who could be visiting at this hour.Opening the door, she was greeted by the sight of Taji, his expression one of concern and determination. Without a word, he pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her close as if to shield her from the world's troubles. Zahara melted into his arms, feeling the tension drain from her body at his touch. For a moment, she allowed herself to forget about the chaos that had engulfed her day, finding solace in the warmth of Taji's embrace.After a long moment, they pulled apart, and Taji took her hand in his, leading her to the couch. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the only sound the soft hum of the city outside. Finally, Zahara broke the silence, her voice soft but determined. "Baby, I don't know what's going on, but something isn't right," she confessed, her eyes searching his for reassurance.Taji's expression hardened, his jaw set in determination. "Naa Mek dem touch yuh babes," he vowed, his voice filled with conviction. "We'll get to the bottom of this, together."Zahara felt a surge of gratitude wash over her at Taji's words.

With him by her side, she knew she could face whatever challenges lay ahead. And as they sat together in the quiet of the evening, she found herself filled with a renewed sense of hope for the future.

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