Chapter Five

He takes my face in his hands and kisses me—a long, passionate kiss that I forgot he was even capable of. Lately, the only time I get kissed is when he's on top of me in our bed. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. I kiss him desperately. I kiss the old Mike, not knowing how long I'll have him here with me like this.

He pulls back and takes the headphones out of my ears. "Somebody wants a continuation of this morning, huh?"

I kiss him again and smile, nodding my head. I do. If this is the Mike I'll get in my bed, I actually do.

He puts his hands on my shoulders and laughs. "Not in front of the company, Najwa."

Company?

I squeeze my eyes shut, scared to turn around, unaware that we were being observed.

"There's someone I want you to meet," he says. He spins me around and I open one eye, then the other, hoping the shock I feel in my stomach isn't clearly sprawled across my face. Leaning up against the doorframe with his arms folded across his chest and a hard look in his eyes, is all six feet of Zain.

I gasp, mostly because he's the last person I expected to see here. Standing in front of him now is suddenly more intimidating than sitting next to him in class was this morning. He's a lot taller than I thought—taller than Mike, even. He's not as defined as Mike, but then again, Mike works out every day and, based on the size of his biceps, probably dabbles in steroids. Zain is more naturally built, with a darker complexion and darker hair— and at the moment, very dark, angry eyes.

"Hey," Zain says, easing his expression with a smile, extending his hand to me without a trace of recognition on his face. I realize he's pretending not to know me for my own benefit—or perhaps for his own benefit, so I return his handshake, introducing myself to him for the second time today.

"I'm Najwa," I say shakily, hoping he can't feel my racing pulse through the palm of my hand. I cut the handshake short and pull back. "So how do you and Mike know each other?" I'm not sure I want to know the answer, but the question spills out of my mouth anyway.

Mike puts his arm around my waist and spins me in the other direction, away from Zain. "He's my new business partner, and right now we've got business to conduct. Go clean somewhere else." He pats me on the ass, attempting to shoo me away like a dog. I spin around and scowl at him, but it's not nearly as intense as the hatred spilling out of Zain's eyes as he watches Mike.

I normally don't push things with Mike, especially in front of other people, but I can't help my temper right now. I'm furious at his cavalier attitude about bringing in someone else, despite the fact that he promised me he was getting out. I also can't deny the fact that I'm pissed that it's Zain. I'm angry at myself for developing a false first impression of him in class today. I thought I was better at reading people, but the fact that he's involved with Mike shows me that I don't know a damn thing about reading people. He's just like the rest of them, but I should expect it by now. As hard as I try—as hard as it was leaving my childhood home in order to get away from this same type of lifestyle, only to end up right back in it—it makes me feel ignorant. How can I crave and work toward a normal life so incredibly bad, yet I keep falling right back in the middle of this shit? It's a damn curse.

"Mike, you promised." I toss my hand in Zain's direction. "Hiring new people isn't getting out...it's getting in deeper."

I feel hypocritical asking him to stop doing what he does. Every month I let him send a check for Stephen's care with the same dirty money I wish he wasn't making. But it's easier for me to allow that, since it's not for me. I'd take the dirtiest money there is if it meant my little brother would be taken care of.

Mike's eyes grow dark and he takes a step toward me. He gently places his hands on my arms and rubs them up and down. He leans his mouth in toward my ear and increases his grip on my arms, squeezing with all his force until I wince from the pain.

"Don't embarrass me," he whispers quietly enough that only I can hear him. He eases his grip and runs his hands down to my elbows, then kisses me lovingly on the cheek for show. "Go put on that sexy red dress. We're having a party tonight to celebrate."

He steps back and releases me from his grip completely. I glance at Zain, who's still standing in the doorway, eyeing Mike like he could rip his head off at any second. He cuts his eyes to mine and for a second they grow softer, but I don't hang around long enough to be positive. I turn and run up the stairs to the bedroom. I slam the door and fall onto the bed. The muscles in my arms are throbbing from the pain, so I try to rub it away. It's the first time he's ever physically hurt me in front of someone, but the injury to my pride hurts so much worse. I never should have questioned him in front of someone. I know better.

But I also know that I don't deserve what he just did to me. No one does. I want to grab my bags and pack everything I own. I want to leave and never come back. I want out. I want out, I want out, I want out.

But I can't leave. It's not just me who would be affected.