You know, it's crazy when the thing you love the most is the detriment.Imagine falling in love with the daughter of your worst enemy. The man who slaughtered your family brutally. Love wins in the end always.
Dawud didn't mind the fact that he was in love with Kathleen. The only thing is that, she didn't return his love. Maybe she just didn't want him because he wanted to murder her father. But she made it clear to him that she didn't like her father either.
He couldn't help but fall helplessly in love with this beautiful young lady. From the way she talks and expresses herself, it's obvious that she is one tough soul.
"Farooq!" Dawud hollered at Farooq. Farooq was his first commander when it came to war with other mafia's and his personal advisor when he was finding it hard to deal with his emotions.
Faroow was fairly older than Dawud. Dawud being 28 and Farooq being 30 years old, they treated each other like agemates. After all they both grew up together and maniacally most their families to the evil King of Qatar.
Farooq's beautiful young sister was heartless my raped, tortured and burnt alive by command of that wicked King. That day forever remained indelible in the minds of the two young men.
"How may I help you d*ckhead?" Farooq asked impatiently. That was one of the central characteristics of Farooq. He was always impatient. He always has been alert since his sister(may her gentle soul be with Allah) was murdered.
"I need your help niqqa. That shawty doesn't wanna return my love man. She's driving me to the trenches" Dawid said in his Cocky American Accent.
He was half American, half Persian. But after losing his parents and brother, he moved to the States completely to join the Mafia. Now he's a top cruel mafia among the other mafia's and he was in love.
Farooq sighed as he sat down and begun advising his friend after Dawud narrated the young beautiful captive's behaviour.
"You see Dawud?. From what you just told me, you are in the wrong here. A respectable lady doesn't like a man who boasts too much. He has to be humble towards her, and other people. Just because you have the money and the looks, doesn't mean she'll fall for you.
Only a girl with no aim will fall for a man like that, without considering basically, his attitudes and his moral values. And plus, this girl is royalty. She has a whole country on the tip of her finger. You had better start acting well towards her, if you don't want to lose her."
Dawud sighed after Farooq was done talking about this. He wasn't a good man. He didn't know how to love , but he was in love. Kathleen was his first true love. The rest of the ladies were just one nighters. He had no idea how love works like and this chic ,doesn't seem to love too.
It seems as tho' she has experienced something in the past, that has made her loathe falling in love. But he Dawud would change all that. He was going to let her fall back for him. He just needed some slight changes. He knew what to do.
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You know that feeling when you wake up one day and feel your inner head, banging against your head and you feel like your brain is trying to explode ?
It seems as tho' a little drummer boy, left his giant drum in your head and it's just making some weird feeling in your head. All you can feel is the sound of your brain whacking against your head.
That's how Kathleen felt when she woke up. Well she woke up but she couldn't move or open her eyes. First, she was in blind folds, Next, she was leached to the bed she was lying on and last, there was duct tape on her mouth.
There was no way she could move or speak. The creaking of a door made her come to life. The other side of the bed, suddenly dipped in. She felt a huge body, right near her.
A large hand slowly and carefully took off the duct tale from her mouth as she flinched a little. She was brought up in a fearful home. But she had grown stronger than her fears. She wasn't scared of anything.
All she was scared of, which most girls fear, was getting violated or losing a loved one. Another thing she never wanted to happen to her was to fall in love. L-O-V-E!! that word disgusted her. Falling in love meant submitting yourself and your body to someone. She hated that. She never wanted that.
Trepidatikn run through her inner, when she felt a hand touch her tummy. She didn't want to think of what she was thinking. Was she going to be violated? She didn't know what to do. The next thing she knew it, a hand brushed through her breasts and tried to dip his or her fingers into her shirt.
She bit him or her over hard in the finger and realised it was a he. But the crazy thing is that, it wasn't that niqqa Dawud. This man had a croaky voice.
"Owwww!! Bitch! How dare you!!" He roared in his frog like voice and slapped her hard against the cheek. She couldn't hold back her scream. First, this man tried to molest her, now he hits her?
Suddenly, the door, barged in as she heard two pairs of feet walk in.
"What the hell are you trying to do to my woman Akhan!" She heard Dawud's voice roar.
That bastard Akhan begun stuttering
"I-I, Um-Um..."
She heard someone being touched very hard and she could tell from the voice that, it was that idiot Akhan.
"Another hand started unleaching her and took off her blindfolds. She was met with clear beautiful brown eyes. A beautiful man stood before her and picked her up like she weighed nothing and carried her out of the room.
She saw how Dawud was punching the life out of that man Akhan. Strikingly enough, Akhan was as beautiful as this man who was carrying her too. She saw yet another man and then another and then another. She was in a house full of beautiful men. And she was the only woman.
Farooq carried her to Dawud's room. It was a magnificently designed room and what surprised her most wa sgge fact that her name was boldly written on the closet door and the bed had roses that had been designed in a heart form.
It almost seemed as tho', she was here on her honeymoon. Speaking of honey moon, her step brother was supposed to get married son and here she is in the captive of some crazy lovesick Adonis called Dawud and a house full of beautiful men.
The beautiful man who brought her here lay her on the bed and introduced himself
" Hey, I'm Farooq. What's your name?" He asked in a husky voice.His voice wasn't as husky as Dawud's tho'. Speaking of Dawud, where in the world is he?
"I'm Kathleen but you can call me Kath or Leen or Whatver you want " she responded nicely to him.
Farooq was a nice person and she saw her stepbrother Quddus in him. He was older than her yet treated her like his equal. She missed him dreadfully. She continued to can't with Farooq for so long. They got to know a lot about each other, before his Lovesick Pussywhipped niqqa Dawud, walked in with an angey face.
He was mad at Akhan but he was jealous of Katheleen and Farooq's friendship. He wished she spoke to him that way. She stared at him disgustingly and rolled her eyes at him.
Farooq noticed Dawud's facial changes. He knew that Dawud was jealous. He had to leave before Dawud did.
"I have to go now Kath. I'll see ya around later " Farooq announced his departure. The 7 foot tall Dawud smirked slightly. Obviously pleased with that.
Kathleen nodded slightly as Farooq walked out of the room. Now she was alone with Mr. PussyWhipped Dawud. He was staring at her as she started at her nails.
"Are you flirting with Farooq my dear?" He asked her abruptly. She looked at him like he had a stupid poker face mask on and rolled her eyes at him.
"Even if I was, how does that matter to you?! It's my life and it's my choice!" She was testing his patience, which apparently, he didn't have.
He growled at her and oaced towards her like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. The 5 foot 5 girl was scared. She was scared that he would try to violate her.
He suddenly pounced on her and pinned her to the bed with her two hands trapped above her head.
"Ahhhh!!!" She screamed. He loved it.
"Let go of me, you bastard! You imbecile! Get the fuck if me niqqa. Get off of me!" Her cries went in vain. He was rather excited. Her liked that home her dimples on her cheeks made when she was abusing him verbally.
He licked them up and down like he was licking someone's.....
She couldn't help but giggle in disgust. It was harassment , but it was tickling her like bitch.
He kissed her cheeks suddenly and got off of her. She blushed and frowned at him. He looked af her, ever so calmly smirking.
"What The Fuck?! " she yelled at him.
He smirked and whispered
"Go get a shower and wash away that idiot's touches from you completely. I don't want anyone touching it seeing what doesn't belong to them and their eyes"
She blushed in embarrassment as she sat there like a stoic, not reacting to what he said.
He walked away and for the first time she now noticed what he was wearing. He was in a black tank top with ripped jeans and some Balenciaga shoes.
His broad tattoed muscles were fully on display. She spotted a new tattoo on his arm and if her eyes weren't deceiving her, it was a tattoo of the necklace her mom used to wear before giving it to her 3 days before she was killed. The tattoo of the gem of the necklace had a K and D inscribed in it.
She knew that stood for Kathleen and Dawud. It was such a sweet thing to do, but still, Dawud was a jerk for almost violating her. She walked up to the bathroom and took a long shower, then walked back to the closet to change her clothes.
In the closet, she found a whole stack of designer clothes. It's not like she hasn't seen or wore most of them before, it's just that, she didn't know how this man knew her size and the rules of clothes she loved.
She loved Balenciagas, Diors, Chanels, Guccis, Versaces, Louis Vuittons, Pradas, Fentys and all those other designer wears. But she never expected him to get all these for her.
She took out a Gucci long shirt-like dress and a Gucci pair of fluffy sandals. She looked good in it. She combed her hair nicely and tired it with a Gucci Scarf.
She looked like a modern day, Gucci Mama. As she edge towards the door, she had this feeling that something was going to come up.
She opened the door and walked downstairs as she heard voices of men there. She asked when she saw about 20 shirtless men in the hall smoking some Ganja and popping pills.
They all saw her and smiled at her simultaneously. They looked friendly. A nice looking man, threw a shirt on and walked towards her.
"Hey? I'm Razaq" he introduced himself. She smiled. Soon all the guys introduced themselves and ushered her to sit with them as they watched a movie.
They all quit their smoking spree and put their high pills aside. She knew she was going to like them. They all spoke for so long about their lives and how they got here.
Kathleen was oblivious of the fact that The Great PussyWhipped Niqqa Dawud was standing right at the foot of the stairs, looking at them with jealous eyes.
She knew that a scene was going to be caused.
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