Zurianne never imagined that saving her mother's life would cost her own freedom. Forced into an arranged marriage with Christopher Whyte the infamous Jamaican Don feared by many,she braces herself for a life of cold stares and ruthless commands. Bu...
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"Zurianne wait-!"
I yelled at her as she stormed up the stairs
Grabbing her by the arm, I dragged her hips and brought her next to me
She rolled her eyes at me and looked in the other direction not wanting to make any form of eye contact with me
"Hello miss look pon me when me a talk to yuh !"
I demanded as I lift up her chin so that she could look at me
"Fuck off nuh Chris and guh fuck round wid Nicole and lowe me alone!"
She exclaimed as she tried her best to get out of my grip
I hugged her tightly and looked her dead in the eye
"Listen to me, me and Nicole naav nothing!"
I said to her with a very fierce expression
She stopped moving around and looked me back in the eye with absolutely no emotion expressing through her eyes
"a me and yuh inna dis."
I said firmly
She raised up her eyebrows as if I was talking nonsense in her ear
"Oh really now Christopher ?"
Clearing my throat I let go of her, she stood their right in front of me, not moving an inch as I let go of her
She just smiled at me
"I'm done playing this game Christopher just have a good night, I dont care anymore"
She then walked over to the guest bedroom and slammed the door shut, I could only stand their in place, thinking about what I had done for her to view me in suck a way.
My mind was afloat about her and what she wanted me to do but then the front door swung opened
"Fada Whyte !!"
Skulls, one of the gang members rushed inside with his face white as if he had scene a ghost
