9
Guns
It was all a blur of time. Rosalynn held me close to her chest, a hand pressed on my ear as her arm covered a fracture of my vision. Zahir held a gun to a man's head. The safety clicked off, he meant business. His once white button down, now drenched in different shades of blood and dirt. A small grunt of pain escaped the man, causing Zahir to step on his wound.
"I asked once," he seethes at the man dressed in an attire for slaves. Slaves in the cartel were often clad in black, they did all the spying and they were often used as a letter to be sent. "But, since I'm feeling nice. I'll ask you again." His smile looked menacing, like a predator to it's prey.
"I d-don't owe you, nothing. You're whole entire being is a disgrace, in fact, you're whole community is! Gays can't rule a whole kingdom. You should be asham—"
"Yada, yada. I should be ashamed of myself?" Zahir cut him off. "Guess wait, sweetie. This gay guy is gonna end your life."
He put more pressure into stepping on his wound. A howl, a cry of pain yelled the man. Blood stained on Zahir's expensive red soled shoes, the only purpose he bought them for. "I've had enough insults, to think you'd come up with one I've never heard of before. What a waste."
With a bullet, he took his life. Shivers crawled my spine as I saw blood dripped from his forehead.
"I'm still not used to it," Rosie piped causing Zahir's brow to lift up. "I mean, you... and guns. This whole don she-bang! it's still all so foreign to me."
Rosie always spoke her mind, she had little to no filter. Albeit I understand her intentions are good, they hurt sometimes. A corner of his lip rose, smirking at Rosie as he snatched the man's handkerchief. Ridding his hands of his blood, elegantly.
"Get used to it, darling. If this is what it takes to protect y'all," His eyes glinted in the light as his voice held determination. "I'd gladly do it all over again."
We planned on hanging out as we usually do, even before Zahir took his rightful seat on the Elikini throne. A honk of a horn silenced the chirping birds from my window. Zahir wrapped an arm around Rosalynn as she tapped on her phone profusedly.
I wore an oversized button up, —which I may, or may not have stolen from my cousin— a pair of mom shorts and gucci shoes.
"Hey," I greet them both. Giving Rosie a kiss on the cheek which catches her attention, then proceeding to hug Zahir. "Where are we going?"
Rosalynn scoffed, "I don't know either, Zahir utter a single word." She squinted her eyes at him. I laughed. Assuming they bantered on their way to the estate. I took note of our lack of company, no second vehicle rolled down.
"No guards today?" Shaking his head, he opened the door for me as Rosie sat herself at the backseat of his mustang.
The engine purred to life. Riding down the path that led to the gates. Soon enough, we were miles away from the estate. I begged them to pass by a mcdonald's drive-thru. Munching my fries while occasionally feeding Zahir his burger. Music blasted from the car speakers.
"But now we're off and we'll never be on again!" Zahir sang to his hearts content. "I hope that it was worth it, fucking Josslyn!"
"I know we weren't together but we're more than friends, said you couldn't see me once she gave you head!" I thrust my hands down, "So please don't ever call again," Rosie pulled out her phone. Recording a glimpse of the moment, to either post on her instagram story or to keep it for herself.
Our family status forbid us from having public social media account. It would stir chaos and curiosity within the media; specifically those who are obsessed with the syndicate. It's better to be cautious of them recognising our surnames rather than have them on our tails. Though, we owned accounts. They're private and only a few had access to them. In a way, we lived like the royal family of Britain.
The car filled with laughter and music, I treasured this moment with them. "Shouldn't love you but I couldn't help it,"
"I always knew that you were too damn selfish!" Zahir's laughter surrounded the car. Rosalynn danced at the back. I sang out loud.
A few musical numbers and laughing moments later, we finally reached the city. Our estates stood in the middle of nowhere, preventing any curious cats wandering while families did business. Stepping out of the car, I receive a message.
Agape Mou
💬: Where are you? I've been recently informed of your presence gone. Shame, I planned on taking you out.
I bit my lip to prevent a smile forming my lips. Typing a reply as we walked to the entrance of the mall. Rosalynn held me by the waist as Zahir kept to his self.
What a shame indeed, I'm out with my friends. :💬
Delivered
Entering the colossal large glass doors, my skin kissed by the cold breeze of the air conditioning. Immediately, Rosalynn dragged us to Chanel. Separating ways as we enter the luxurious store. After, we went to Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Dior and YSL.
"Thank you," I accept the change from the lady. She hands me my bag of royce chocolates. I've been craving these ever since I had a taste of them from japan. The crunchy burst of matcha chocolate melted on my tongue.
Strolling around the mall until our legs gave out, deciding it would be best if we get going. The carpark mirrored an abandoned one, Zahir's mustang was the only vehicle there. Silently, we stride towards the car.
"You're opinions are irrelevant and dumb, Rosalynn." He teased Rosie, all the while as she glared daggers at him.
A loud gunshot erupted throughout the empty space. Rosie held onto to me as she rolled our bodies to the ground. Millions of cusses came from Zahir as he swiftly fished for his gun from the holster he wore. I pressed on the emergency button on my phone. It's specifically made for times like these.
"Fucking hell, can't I take a break." Zahir mumbles, we took cover behind his mustang. "I told you we couldn't go out without backup!" Rosie argued. He rolled his eyes, proceeding to shoot the men down.
"We're gonna attract people!" I piped.
A white van rolled up, I recognised my father's men. A scream and a cry came as a bullet punctured Zahir's arm. His eyes glossed over with tears, enduring the pain. Shooting the man dead before grabbing me by the hand, shoving me inside the armoured vehicle. My mind in a haze, remaining eye contact with Zahir as he sealed the door shut. Rosie fought as well.
Like a powerless heroine, I sat in the car with anxious thoughts in mind. A silent prayer being said. My phone lit up as a notification came to view. It was from Stavros.
Agape Mou
💬: Stay where you are, I'm coming to get you.