Chapter 4 FOUR

One week later. I was finally discharged from the hospital and the church also sent their condolences alongside my termination letter. Even if Ayita was no longer around, I still wanted to quit and live my life the way I wanted. She said so many horrible things to me which kept playing in my head every single day like some kind of music but no matter how much I tried to deny it, she was right. I was a psychopath and a murderer but did she have the right to call me names and make me feel less of myself? "Welcome, father" my butler greeted as Alex helped me to sit down.

I was no longer a priest and I didn't appreciate anyone calling me that which I made clear to all of them. I was just zayn now. "Did you find anything?" I asked Alex after a while and he nodded in the negative. This was a week after I told him to find Ayita but it was null and void, shs did a good job in hiding herself. "I don't think she wants to be found zayn, you should forget about her" Alex advised, " she is not worth it" "All you have to do is find her Alex and I will take care of the rest" I hissed angrily. "You want to beg her to come back into your life?" He half yelled but I didn't say anything, maybe I was considering that. "Talk to me, zayn" he bellowed again, "that woman almost made you lose your life and you are still head over heels for her. Are you a fool?" "Yes" I thundered, "k love her so much and I can't live without her, do you get me? Maybe she didn't mean everything she said that day" Alex scoffed and stood up from the sofa, "give me a call when you are in your right senses" and like that, he stomped out of the house angrily. I slumped back on the sofa and closed my eyes. For the past week, the thoughts of Ayita have haunted me. I could feel her laughing at me and calling me names and making me feel stupid for choosing her. It was like I could feel her jeer at me and make a mockery of the love I have for her. "Ayita" I muttered under my breath and closed my eyes, this was torture. The doorbell rang and one of my helpers went to open it to reveal the man I didn't want to see. He kept coming to the hospital everyday and now his presence disgusted me. "What are you doing here?" I immediately asked him, "why the fuck do you come into my house like you own it or something?" Dmitri gave a smile before perching on the sofa beside me, "how are you feeling now? Your mother is worried sick about you" Despite the pain I was in, i couldn't help but scoff. Everyone in my life thinks I am a joke right? They can live and come as they pleased right? All of them treated me as though I couldn't live without them and I hated them for that, including Ayita. "Your coming here won't change anything Dmitri" I warned, "go back and take care of your mafia family, I am not in the mood to do that nonsense" After speaking I stood up and made to leave but his next words made me to stop. "I know where she is" I turned my attention to him again, "what did you say?" I wanted to be sure if I heard him correctly. "I will take you to her if you agree to come back home, zayn" Dmitri was threatening me into coming back home again and this time he used the correct cards. It was like he was waiting for this moment all along Nd now that the opportunity had presented itself, he was not going to let it pass. "You heard me well zayn, Agree to come back and I will let you know where she is" "You threw me out of the house seven years ago Dmitri" I suddenly flared up, I hated the fact that he kept acting like he didn't do anything, "you couldn't be a father seven years ago, how can you be a father now?" "I did what I had to do, zayn" "You left me on my own" "I made sure you had everything" Not for once did I see regret in the eyes of my father and I could never forgive him for what he did, never. "Do you want to see her or not" "I will find her on my own" This time around, the old man gave a loud chuckle. It was like he was mocking me and I wanted to so badly smash his head against the vase on the table. "You will call when you are ready" He didn't wait for my response and made his way out of the house, how I hated his guts. after he was gone, I managed to take my self upstairs to my bed, I needed to clear my head. Her pictures were hung everywhere in my room and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I was a strong man, how did I get so weak because of a woman? Ayita really affected me in ways I wasn't expecting. I walked up to my favorite picture of her and caressed it, shs had a bright smile on her face and she looked so alive on the portrait. It was the picture I took the day we were going to Mauritius but now it all looked faked to me. Her love, her care and even her smile. It all looked and sounded fake. "Why did you do this, flower?" I muttered under my breath, my hands were still on her picture, "I loved you with everything I have got and this is how you repay me Ayita? You ran away from me and I even went to the brink of death and back but you didn't even bother to check on me once? Am i really that bad? Am I really that toxic that you didn't even care if you are hurting me? Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about all the happy memories we had together and about Asher. I thought i could be a father to him and give him all the love in the world. Where exactly did I go wrong? I had a lot to ask myself but I needed to see her and ask her to her face, I wanted her to call me a murderer and a psychopath to my face. I wanted to see the woman I loved and right now only one person could help me. Even if I detested him, i really needed to see her. Making up my mind, I picked up my phone and dialed his number. "Hello" I said while pressing the phone against my ears. "I knew you would call" Dmitri's sly voice filtered into my ears. "Where is she?" "I will let you know when you come back and take over the family" "I will take over after I meet her" I was like my father in all ramifications, we were both ruthless and thorough. "Trying to play smart?" "I don't have time for this Dmitri, where the hell is she?" "I will have the address sent to you zayn but If try to double cross me, I will give you her head on a gold plate. I didn't cara about his threats, I only wanted to see the woman I loved. My phone beeped with a massage after a while and it was her address, fuck she was still in America. Walking to my wardrobe, I picked out a causal outfit. I was going to meet her today itself.