Chapter Five

Confusion was all over her, when he spoke whatever the fuck he just spoke. First of all, I don't know why the fuck he's calling me Mama and second, he's scared of himself, which in actual sense means he's not really in control of his psychological traits.

"Why are you scared of yourself?" Katherine asked him. He looked so miserable while sitting there. She just wanted to hug him and tell him that it's alright. But she wouldn't! She doesn't have those guts.

He sighed and asked

"Do you know why I hate your father and want you?"

She shook her head. She wanted to know finally, why this man was head over heels in live with her.

"Your father destroyed my family Sugar! And you have my mama's eyes. " he roared at her.

Okay?? First of all , she felt bad for him, Second, he's a jerk for yelling at her.

"I'm sorry for your loss, but you don't have to yell at me!" She snapped at him.

He frowned and spat at her

"Sorry is not going to give me back my parents and my brother! Your father is going to pay dearly! I mean it!"

"Look here Mister! I'm not so nice to people. I said I'm sorry for your loss and I clearly never said that 'sorry' could bring them back. Whatever happened between you and my father, remains between you. Kill him if you want but leave me and my life out of it!" Kathleen yelled at him as she found a sudden new confidence within her.

She jumped off the bed and stomped out of the room, leaving Dawud with an angry look.

She wasn't going to take this crap anymore. He made her look like she had killed his parents. Does he know how it feels like to have your father kill his own wife in front of his little 8 years old daughter?

He didn't deserve to even look at her face. She stomped out of the house and sat on the grass in the garden. It was such a beautiful garden and if belonged to such an asshole.

"I'm sorry" she heard a voice behind her. She had had enough of the crap so screw him. She didn't turn to look at him. In fact she pretended not to have heard.

"Mama?" He called out to her in a soft tone. She also didn't like the way he called her mama. If was as tho' he was calling her in a nasty way.

"The name's Kathleen. K-A-T-H-L-E-E-N! Not Mama!" She snapped at him.

Okay now he was angry. He growled at her and pounced on her once more.

He loved to pounce on people. He begun licking her cheeks like a dog amidst her screaming for him to stop.

"Get off of me Bitch!" She spat at him. He seemed to like it whenever she called him a bitch or a dog. It brought out the animalistic side of him.

"Let's see how I make you my bitch!" He roared ag her as he carried her on his shoulder and run towards the house.

She was surprised that he could run so fast with her in his shoulder. She hit against his back screaming for him to put her down

Well he did put her down, only, he out her on the bed and tried to undress her.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!! Rapist!!!!!" She screamed like a banshee. He had to place his fingers in his ears in order not to burst his ear drums.

He loved screamers but this one's scream was the loudest and the best. It was making him horny. The next thing he knew, the intensity of how it hit him was do fast and strong that he toppled over the bed.

Kathleen had connected her foot to where the proverbial sun doesn't shine. He whimpered in pain. She had almost destroyed the rod he was going to use to punish her every night after he made her his.

She run off and bumped into her saviour Farooq. He was just returning from a meeting with one of their smugglers. Seeing Kathleen with her clothes dishevelled and her cleavage almost exposed, he bathed into the room.

He found Dawud lying down on the ground holding onto his member. He knew that Dawud tried to once again have sex with the Princess.

"You really should control yourself man! She's not a whore and look at what you got for trying to force yourself on her" Farooq snapped at him.

Kathleen followed Farooq out of the house to his Car.

"Where are you going to?" Dawud who was still holding onto his crotch asked. She glared at him and spat

"At least Farooq here is gentleman enough not to verbally abuse me and try to rape me. Idiot!"

She hopped into his car as he drove off to his own house.

She never seemed to stop provoking Dawud.

Dawud on the other hand became suspicious. He begun thinking that Farooq was trying to hit in his girl. He wouldn't tolerate that.

'If you are trying to hit on her, Stop !' He texted Farooq angrily.

He didn't want anyone coming near what he owned. But for now he had to think of how to get Gazali on his trap.

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Seeing the large building before her, she realised that every member of the mafia was rich on his or her own. The house was not as magnificent as Dawud's but it was a nice place. It had a friendly ambiance. She felt safe.

Even tho' she felt safer in Dawud's evil aura of a house, she still liked this one better.

If had a motherly feeling. But the thing is that, Kathleen had a limited mother's love. Not because of anything but because her bastard of a father killed her.

"Welcome to Mi Casa (My Home)" Farooq introduced. Kathleen smiled at that and complimented its beauty unending.

"All thanks is to my lovely grandma Maryam. She was a lover of interior and exterior home designs and she personally designed mine and Dawud's homes" Farooq

explained.

Farooq was very nice and open to her. Unlike Mr. PussyWhipped Dawud, who was not so nice and very cocky. But for some very eerie reason, she realised that his absence was causing her some sort of discomfort.

"You miss him right?" Farooq asked suddenly.

"Miss who?" She asked.

He smiled and that was the first time she saw his smile. It was a beautiful natural smile.

"You miss Dawud?" He asked.

She smiled back and said

"To be honest, I do, but just a little"

He smirked and explained

"He has that quality. Everyone that stays with him and means the world to him, tends to miss him at the slightest absence and vice versa"

Kathleen smiled and nodded. Who the hell was she kidding?! She missed him very much.His ego and his pride.

She never really thought of a guy like that. So why him? Perhaps they had Zinged?

No! Never! She would never fall in love with anyone!

"This is your room my lady" she heard Farooq say. It was a large princess like room. But she felt something more about this room.

"Who has slept here before?" She asked him suddenly. She saw his facial expressions change.

He had a sad and angry face at the same time

"It was my younger sister. She was gang raped and killed by command of your father. She had the colour of your hair" he explained.

Okay??? What now??

So Kathleen had the eye colour of Dawud's mother and the hair colour of Farooq's sister?

This is going to be interesting...

"I'm so sorry for your loss Hun. " she consoled him as she hugged him.

He smiled ad her softly and his expression changed back to normal.

"Okay let's go meet my grandma. She's in her room downstairs" he announced happily.

Kathleen nodded and walked downstairs with Mr. Farooq. She saw a fully gray haired old lady baking some biscuits.

Kathleen couldn't herself back anymore. She immediately enveloped the old woman in a hug and screamed softly

"Nice to meet you. Mrs. Maryam!"

The old lady couldn't hold back her laughter. She hugged the girl back and asked

"And what might your name be my beautiful princess, ?"

Kathleen introduced herself and they took up a long conversation amongst themselves. She saw a mother and grandmother figure in this old lady.

"Will you be my mother and grandmother?" She suddenly asked in a childish manner.

The old lady smiled and patted her on the head

"Dear, everyone is my grandchild. But you, you're my favourite. Don't tell Farooq, he thinks he's my favourite." She whispered. They both started laughing. Then she realised how much she missed home. Especially Quddus, Najma and Fadila, the elderly woman who took care of her until now.

They sat down and had a very lengthy conversation. Dawud came over later with an intention of taking Kathleen back to his mansion.

She declined his offer and his response shocked her. He just nodded and smirked. She knew that he was up to some no good.

She just didn't know what

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