Chapter Six

"Mika'il? We have some news for you " Mika'il's most trusted mob members and childhood bestfriends said.

They had been bestfriends since diapers. So when Mika'il decided to leave home and form his own Mafia, they were in full support of it.

They were part of the reasons why he joined the mafia and made it this big.

"Yes? What is it Boys?" He asked them.

"Well, there has been a new mafia that has recently been uncovered. They call themselves, the Red Alliance and for some reason that still remains uncovered, they have had it out for you.

They tried to burn down one of our warehouses, but luckily we were there, on time to battle it out with them.

They left us a message, to give you " his bestfriend Ali, handed over the letter to him, when he was done explaining what had happened.

Mika'il smirked sinisterly.

"This mafia, is gonna regret messing with me " he said lowly,but loud enough for the Boys to hear.

"Well Mika'il, this mafia is not just any mafia, they are very dangerous and they are in Alliance with many other mafia's in Germany. This could be the hardest mafia, we are gonna go against" Isra'il,one of the Boys said.

"We'll see about that" Mika'il said.

"By the way, the marriage is tomorrow. After this, we're going to get access to those weapons from Ali Gaza's mafia and control over his Mafia too. But still keep your eyes up for snitches, so that what Mudasir did wouldn't happen again" he instructed them.

They all nodded and left.

He still couldn't believe that, that son of an albino rat, switched on him to Giovanni Day Costa!

Giovanni and him, used to be really close friends, until he burnt down of of Mika'il's warehouses.

And the fact that he didn't accept the blame made him (Mikail) very mad.

Giovanni also had a powerful mafia, but not as compared to Mikail's.

Mikail, knew that if any mafia leader, got to know about Layla, they would try to get to her, in order to weaken him.

He had to protect her and keep her close no matter what. He begun to believe that he was being too hard on her, but he realised that since, he hadn't raped or or sexually harassed her, he was hard on her.

He went on his daily rounds, of checking his warehouses with his favourite flavour of weed in his mouth.

He always took Sativa to make him high and Indica to reduce pain and Hybrid to reduce his anxiety.

He needed to check on his woman Layla. He knew she was too young for all this.

He was 28 and she was just 17. But he would still make her his, before any other man thought of even looking towards her.

He drove away from his last warehouse in Pakistan towards Layla's house.

He rung the door bell and the next face he saw was Munaiya. She hugged him tightly as she screamed

"MIKAIL!!!!!😆😆😆" he rolled his eyes at her.

He couldn't comprehend why, this lil sister of his, was so obsessed over hugs.

It was cute, but he felt she did it too much.

"Where is Layla?!" He asked her in a bored manner.

"She's having her henna done, why are you so obsession with her tho '? Do you love her?!" Munaiya asked while she raised her eyebrow.

He started at her like she was very stupid and sighed

" I just need to see that she's alright" he lied to her.

He didn't want anyone to know he was in love with her yet.

She totally didn't fall for it, so she just stared at him and rolled her eyes, while mouthing the words 'Liar!'

He smirked and held her shoulder and said "I'm not in love with your friend okay?"

She just stared at him and teased

"Yeah right...😒🙄"

She walked away while giggling at him.

He shook his head and said mentally 'This sister of mine is cuckoo🤪'

He walked towards the hall and was suddenly stopped by his mother.

"And where did you think you are going Mister?!" She asked as she raised an eyebrow at him.

He sighed and said, "I just wanted to check on her "

"Mhm..why did you tattoo her wrist?" His mother asked.

He was alarmed, he forgot that henna was going to be made in her palms.

He had to think fast.

"It wasn't a permanent tattoo. If was the temporary type" he defended himself.

His mother looked at him with suspicious eyes.

"Are you sure Sabi AsSaghiru (my little boy in Arabic)?"

"Yes mother" he insisted.

She just sighed and said

"Please be good to that angel for the next one year she's gonna be with you. She's too innocent to go through pain"

He nodded as his mother hugged him.

He loved his mother very much and never wanted to hurt her.

"But you can't see the bride,until tomorrow" she said, as she shooed him away from where the bride sat, while her hands and legs , were being designed.

He smiled at his mother and waled out of the house to go home and get prepared.

He had already ordered, the best matching wedding dresses for both of them.

He just visualized him and her sitting before the Imam, as their marriage is being legalised.

He smiled at that and sat on his office chair.

His girl was finally going to be his and there was nothing that could stop that.

He turned his music on to a song by the Jamaican artiste Popcaan called Addicted.

He smiled while listening to the song.

He felt like the song was written for him and Layla.

She's really got him addicted like Hennessey and Weed.

He couldn't wait for tomorrow to come.

"You have really got me addicted. Addicted to your body, to your smile, to your voice, to everything about you"