Clubrooms Diary novel Chapter 46

MALAYINA

May 15th 2018 

"Mikros put the mirror down and we will talk." He muttered as he took a step forward.

"STOP!" I scream.

I want him to leave, I'm so fucking confused about what I've just learned. I desire some alone time to absorb the fact that Blair was never my father, he was a sick piece of shit who would have ended up raping me. 

Though deep down, I know he's not going to leave, he's fucking stubborn and I regret everything that happened between us yesterday. I was in such a state that I would've given him my virtue without second-guessing my motives. 

I thank the Gods that I didn't gift it to him, I would've compelled the need to scrub myself raw, ridding the evidence of him claiming me entirely. 

"My mother," I whimper. "Yo..your grandfather, Amar." I drop my hand. 

He takes another step....

"NO!!!! STOP!!!!" I suddenly raise it again, but this time I'm pointing the shard of broken mirror towards him.

"Did you know?" My voice quivers as I glare at him and my heart sinks into the pit of my stomach.

"Naì, I've known about you from the beginning." He confesses, his voice barely audible. 

"What?" I cry out as a sudden wave of confusion crashes into me. 

"The day you found the BMW. It was left there on purpose with a tracker on it. I solely left it  in front of a house where it was being watched." He confesses. "I made it available only to you, so you could escape him."

"So now you're my Knight in Shining Armour?" I spit out with disdain. 

"Òchi, I was sent here to watch you. You were meant to be my pappoùs's secret weapon against your father. But after he approved Blair's request to sell your mother, I couldn't accept the fate that was being entrusted to you." He looked at me with so much remorse crossing his face. 

It made me want to believe in him but I knew I couldn't. This whole time he had me believing I owed him a lot of money, I've been working in a brothel, sucking dick because of him and his fucking treacherous grandfather. 

"Is my father still alive?" I ask him with hope lacing my words.

Not that it really matters, it's not like he'd want me back after all these years. 

It's pretty fucking obvious that he cut his losses with my mother and me. 

"He died six years ago with a bullet between his eyes." I couldn't help the gasp of surprise that escaped between my lips.

"He made a move against my pappoùs and his men eradicated everyone on site." He looked at 'The Hulk', nodding his head, letting him know it's okay for him to leave.