Chapter 45
Chapter 45:
I kissed him again before slipping out of him and pulling up his briefs and trousers, then tending to my clothes.
The man looked freshly fucked as I pulled him into another deep, satisfying kiss. “It’s going to be all right my love, I’m going to take care of you p>
It had been a couple of weeks since our impromptu meeting with Oscar’s sister, Rena. Robyn was keeping tabs on her expenses and reported that she was pleased with the money trail. Zal had gathered her details and taken compromising pictures of Rena, including her surprising drug use. I hadn’t expected her to be one of those stereotypical socialites. I needed to warn Oscar—she was still his sister, after all. I knew he still cared about her, no matter what she said the last time she caught us having dinner together.
Work had been keeping me busy. Zal came second in line after Robyn. Maintaining the legal front of a business could be time-consuming, all while keeping my trusted people close. Money was coming in, though my aunts and uncles had no issues with sending their share out.
“You say the strangest things, Zal. I’ve known you since we were kids. Don’t think I don’t know you’re hiding something from me.” The man looked at me, a bit surprised. Of course, I knew he was getting deep with the VP of a certain motorcycle club.
“Ugh, I was hoping you wouldn’t notice. But yeah, I tapped that ass. A fine one, boss.” He shook his head, chuckling as he told me the guy was kinky as hell.
“Cousin, personal space, remember?” I smirked at him, but he continued, telling me the VP would soon become the Prez in a couple of days.
“Though the Prez’s sons were trying to rally support to overturn the vote.
The guy had plans in motion p>
“Good. Now that you’re going to be sleeping with the new Prez, make sure they don’t screw us. Don’t let the man play you, no matter how kinky he is in bed p>
“Damn, boss, I know that.” Zal slapped me on the back playfully as we laughed it off, but our conversation was abruptly interrupted by the roaring sound of motorcycles. Before we knew it, bullets were flying through the restaurant windows. People screamed, and I ducked under the table. We ran for the back door where my driver was already waiting. But then the pain hit—I knew I’d been shot.
“Zal, into the car, quick!” He was still shooting back, both hands gripping his handguns. I wasn’t taking any chances. I grabbed him and pulled him into the backseat of my car.
“Fuck! Stupid fucking brothers p>
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“Why are they after you?” I asked, instructing our driver to call for backup and lose our tail before heading back to my apartment.
The car was bulletproof, so I didn’t have to worry about them shooting at us for the time being. “They must’ve seen me talking to their VP and assumed I was backing him up.” Original content can be found at.net
“Fix this, Zal. I don’t want attention on my name. Arrange this with Robyn, tell her… Shit!” I cursed as I realized that the shot had nicked an artery. My balance wavered for a moment, and blood started pooling beneath my injured arm. I was losing blood, fast.
“Show me,” my second-in-command said quickly. He loosened my necktie and wrapped it around my injured bicep. “That’s a thousand-dollar necktie, Zal,” I grumbled, annoyed that he ruined my favorite tie.
“Yeah, well… I’m not letting you bleed to death on my watch. We’ll stop at the doc’s.” Zal continued to ignore me, telling the driver to take us to the doctor’s place since I might need a transfusion.
It was late when I finally arrived back at my apartment. My arm was in a sling, and Zal was by my side, making sure we got to my place without being followed.
“Ghazi, what happened? I tried calling you,” Oscar stopped when he saw me. I couldn’t blame him. I looked like a mess, and I should’ve at least changed out of my bloodied white shirt.