Nyla (Urban)

Nyla 25

Nyla

Castillo ran his lips across my skin and I shivered from the trail of iciness they left behind.

"Alright princesa, it's ok now eh? I've booked our flight for tomorrow. You're gonna love Mexico City, and I have a feeling you'll come around one day." He look crazy despite the fact that he was so composed in that navy blue Armani suit of his.

My eyes darted around the dimly lit room. I was scared shitless, no amount of darkness could cover that up.

"Where's Malakai?"

He chuckled sinisterly. "I've been waiting to show you. I have a surprise love."

He pulled me up gently from the chair I was seated in, my hands restricted by the zip tie he had placed on me.

I shook with every step we took down the dark corridor.

"You know Nyla, you could've made this easier on yourself. I warned you." He stopped the end where there was a single doorway.

He opened it and threw me inside unexpectedly.

For a moment I was too scared to look up, but as soon as I did I regretted it. I shrieked and stumbled backwards, crashing to the floor. Castillo yanked me up by my hair, his voice in my ear.

"Shut up bitch! This is what happens to princesas who don't listen." He forced me to look ahead.

I sobbed at the sight right across from us.

Malakai was dead.

Not just dead, fucking mutilated to the point where he was unrecognizable. The only way I identified him was by the chain around his neck that held his mothers ring.

I broke free from his grip and bent to the side to empty the contents of my stomach.

"See Nyla? This is what happens to anyone who tries to steal my girl."

My eyes popped open and I quickly sat up. "Malakai?"

The spot next to me was empty and I wiped the sweat from my forehead. I looked at the time on my phone.

7:32 AM

The door in the front room opened and closed but I didn't even flinch.

The dreams were getting worse, and I was starting to think of them as a sign.

Malakai breezed through the room and saw the look on my face. "Sorry baby, I went to a meeting early."

He was talking about the drug addicts anonymous meetings I encouraged him to attend.

He had been going for two months now and I went with him sometimes just to make sure he was being truthful.

"What's up?" He said when I didn't respond.

"My stomach hurt." I sank back into the covers and curled into a ball.

"What you want me to do about it?" He sat down on the bed next me me.

"Rub my tummy baby? And make me something?" I batted my eyelashes and he slapped my leg.

"You aggy as shit. And you don't even like my cooking, Ny."

"Nigga nobody in history can fuck up breakfast. Please baby, I'll love you forever." I whined.

"Aight." He sighed, "what you want?"

I cheesed, "Bacon, waffles, hash browns, eggs, and toast. Oh and can I get my eggs sunny side up?"

He cut his eyes at me, "What? Sunny side up?"