cle angry. But no one aims a gun at me in this

and takes away the gun from the man holding it at me into his hands. He t

o sorry

ning around, he raises the gun

man drops dead, blood spattering all over, and neither of us t

this wa

here. And I didn't wi

nding us. “HEY, YOU ALL NEVER POINT A GUN AT MY N

rosses his face before he cont

on his face makes my inte

't li

as all the cards. It's a smile he

after me into his office and he follows close behind me.

She is the woman he sent to me as bait yesterday and unfortunately for me for the first time; I fell

down after her scent hits my nostrils more like it did yesterday. My mind registers tha

disturbing me. She hypnotizes me every time I am close to her

te anywhere, even if it is mixed with the

ions I cannot understand. I have extraordinary feelings for a woman I jus

ing into my uncle's office and what I am feeling right n

my new bigg

ning card. She is the person that

ways he would have killed her. I have experienced miserable time

ving in hell, mourning her death. I th

r this is has just begun all over again. Until yesterday, I had no more personal weaknes

how I am feeling now. My mind is just registering how much

aw book. She shouldn't be alive by now. Women to my uncle are important enough

keep. But Keirah is still alive, and she is in here. My

ever h

r name without thinking. “Do you ha

me with a face that says he has gotten the answer

y uncle, I see it. My uncle is at it again. That sinist

would have me falling for her within ten minutes of our first meetin

f? She is not the first woman he sent to me as ba

as never like this. First of all, I never

rks for me. They nauseate me. Everything about sending

for K

Keirah, for the first time, he came personally

m, there is cigar smoke already covering his face and as much of the office. I notice the smell is a

ncle is in a celebration mood. He has that scent around ever

rise. My evil, conniving uncle watches me with fascination in his eyes before he speaks.“Yes, she i

is going on? So many questions ring a

his voice as he speaks, tells me. Sh

e would bet his life and our family legacy on.