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"Then what happened?" I was curious to know more.

I even had tears in my eyes, how can someone suffer so much in their life, his own father killed his own mother. How brutal?? And I thought of him so wrong.

"It was hard for him to cope up with his mother's death, he almost died of a nightmare. For weeks I had to stay with him so that he would not harm himself. Partially he blamed himself for her death, because the murder happened right infront of his eyes..." he sighed.

"Then what happened to his singing career?" My whole body was turned to Dylan, listening intently to what he would say next.

Dylan exhaled and shrugged as his lips twitched downwards.
"The company was Helen ma'am dream and the committee was her true identity, how could he let go of that? So, he kept his singing dream inside the four walls of his bedroom and let his mother's dream and identity fly up.... you know he promised Helen ma'am, that one day he'll become a great singer but he couldn't keep upto his promise. He joined the company and learned about it, he took incharge of the committee and he's still running it on."

"So um...he's not into mafia??" I asked in disbelief.

And Dylan chuckled lightly before shaking his head in no.
"No, he's not but his father is. He's just the head of our committee, that's it."

"Then why did you tell me that he was your mafia king?" I narrowed my eyes.

"About that, the day when we kidnapped you, you were so loud.... cursing and setting fire...but when I told you we belonged to mafia.... all of the sudden you shutted up..." he chuckled and I huffed.
"You know... when you first called king as a mafia king... he was stunned, he thought you knew about Marcel and in that way you called him as mafia but when I explained him the real reason, he was amused. He wanted to keep up with the lie... maybe he enjoyed seeing you being terrified." He let out a small laugh.

I scoffed in return and shook my head.

Suddenly I remembered the most important question that has been impeding my mind,
"Who is Asher? He ain't billionaire son I guess??" I asked and slowly amusement was exiting as seriousness was filling in.

"Asher was Marcel's man, who had his hand in killing Helen ma'am." He paused as he looked deep into my eyes.
"King was burning in vengeance as he wanted revenge from each and every soul that tortured and killed Helen ma'am. Ashar was one of the men among six. At first, we killed Donovan when he was out selling packs of his drugs to nearby colleges and pubs, then we beheaded Calvin, then it was Benett, the ugly man I've ever seen... we caught him red-handed while he was forcing himself onto one woman and finally it was Asher, he was spying on the Russian mobsters as it was Marcel's command and that's when we took the opportunity and killed him. It took us ten years to kill the four and now the two are remaining, one is a man which we have no information about and another one is Marcel.." his lips twisted.

"....whenever we plot a plan to kill Marcel, king's whole mien changes it's as though he wants to step back and even Marcel does the same.... if it was anyone else who killed his men, he would've burned that person alive but as it is his own son, he has kept quiet."

"and why did you all kidnap me if Asher isn't the son of a billionaire?" I asked curiously.

"Because Russian mobsters are searching for you, Asher was working for them as in order to collect information about it... he was delivering one of the expensive drug parcel in New York, when we took our chance and killed him. As our men were unnoticed in the camera but you were clearly seen... and they are searching for you...and Marcel is hell bent for the parcel." A thin layer of moisture coated his eyes as his lips twitched .

"What happened?" I asked.

"You know... King barely sings now. He has changed so much.... earlier singing was his passion but now.... whenever he's sad only then he sings to control his emotions other than that..." he shook his head in dismay.

"But now you're there in his life.." Now my body stiffed because it was just a lie uttered by me.
"...to bring a new light in his life... glad he has someone in his life now and it makes me happier because it's you the one to him." He smiled and in return even I forced a smile.

Uh..oh he's taking it quite seriously..

I mean 'the one' I cannot be the one to him... like seriously..

"I've noticed it.." he said and I frowned in confusion.

"What you noticed?"

"He's happy around you... he smiles alot nowadays... he looks more alive than ever whenever he's around you . You made him laugh after so many years..." he gave me a hopeful smile.

Harold probably thinks of me as a clown and that is the reason behind his laugh and smile around me..

I wanted to shout but alas!!! I had to force a smile, because I was the one who lied.

"Dylan!!" I gave him a serious look.
"Harold shouldn't know that you know about me and Harold..um... you know... um.. the us thing. It's a secret, just don't tell him that I've revealed our secret.. as you know, he'll get so mad..you know..."

"I understand Naomi and I won't tell him or tease him." He gave me a teasy tantalizing smile before continuing.
"I'm happy that king and you are together." I smiled as I was relieved.

Harold will surely shoot daggers at me if he'll get to know about my silly lie.

I yawned as it was already too late. I was too sleepy.

"Sleepy??" Dylan asked.

I nodded in return.

"Goodnight and let our king come in your dreams queen." Dylan winked and I rolled my eyes.

"Goodnight!!" I stood up and stretched my arms before making my way to my bedroom.

............

Dylan ordered a fried sausages, berries with pancakes and maple and chocolate syrup as an option to pour over a pancakes.

I chose maple syrup because I'm not fond of chocolate, then ate my delicious breakfast and yum!!! It was sooooo tasty.

I wonder why Harold does not order such tasty food??

After breakfast, I was in the kitchen, preparing coffee for two of us.
I poured coffee into two mugs before placing the mugs on the tray, I sauntered out with the tray and Dylan hurriedly sprinted towards me with his phone in his hand.

"King wants to talk to you!" He mouthed and my eyes widened in utter shock.

Why the hell he wants to talk to me??

Dylan pushed his phone onto my palm before walking a good 2 meter away from me. I saw the king on the caller ID.
With trembling hands I placed the phone on my ear.
"Hello?" I said in a low voice.

"What is it you wanted to talk??!!" Came his voice as my brows furrowed.

What did I wanted to talk??

Nothing!!!!

"Um... nothing?"

"Then why did you ask Dylan for the phone when he was talking to me??"

I did not!!!

Dylan made it up!!

Ugh...Dylan!!!!

"Um..." My lip twitched as I really didn't know to answer.

"Having a good time with Dylan huh??" Came the teasy Harold again as my temper escalated.
"But remember he's engaged so don't.. " I can even picture a smirk on his lips.

"Oh shut up!!!" I bursted and I could also hear him chuckle.
"Don't you dare Harold!!" I gritted and disconnected the call.

Like seriously!!!

These two men are surely gonna kill me one day, Harold keeps teasing me on Dylan's name and Dylan....on Harold's name.

Huh!!! Both Harold and Dylan are not mine yet I have to bear with their names.

Ughhh!!!

Dylan appeared shortly with a smile and I gave him back his phone and forced a smile.

A tiny part of me was feeling bad because I spoke to Harold a little rudely on the phone.

Now as I know that he's only a CEO and not a Mafia, so I think I should be a little nice to him as he's really a good guy, who saves girls from being trafficked and yearns for a drugfree society.

Yeah now onwards be nice to him because he ain't a bad guy as I thought of him..

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Finally Naomi is back!!!😊❤