Thing is, at one point in my life, I started asking myself why in the hell my mom would name me Cahira.
Definition: Warrior.
See, it's like this. One night at the club, I hit the lotto. I met Kody Prince, he wanted me. We hit it off. I hit the jackpot because dude was loaded-with money and every other evil things there was.
Think you know what I mean? You don't.
Then there was Malachi, my childhood best friend, around to remind me of what coulda, woulda, shoulda been. He makes it clear that he wants me. And I want him. Sounds easy enough, right?
Except, when you hit the lotto by copping a Prince, he doesn't let you go just like that.
Rating: Mature
(Some countenances and aspects of this story may be sensitive for some readers)
"YOU stupid idiot, you just started?? How disrespectful?" she yelled as she took something that looked like a long rod and hit me on my hands, legs, head. Tears welled up in my eyes but I had to control them not showing my weakness
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"Pakki??" he mumbled half asleep.
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I turned my head to the side to avert my gaze, but the sudden rosiness of my cheeks gave me away. "Ermm.. halal gap... stop changing the subject and tell me" I squeaked like a mouse.
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You are too close with this boy born from garbage family. Their status doesn't suit ours. You can't be soo close to him.
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"DON'T YOU EVER DARE BRING DISGRACE TO MY FAMILY. GET IT?" she pinched a good sized meat of my shoulders and twisted it just like starting a car with keys