Chapter sixty!!! Comment on each paragraph for double update tomorrow!

The whole ride back to wherever it was Adnan is taking her was filled with silence. Her head kept banging at what Jibril Shehu had revealed to her after yanking her up the stairs. There is no way the man was lying, it sounded too real and true at the cruelty of the way he was talking. Everything makes more sense when she placed the puzzles together.

When he threw her on the floor, Jannah was crying her eyes out in panic because she's heard what Nadia said to him and what he said back to her. But who are they going to threaten her with that'll make her stay away from her husband? Probably if they threaten to do something to her husbands family, her own don't matter much to her now. She quivered in between frissons, her thought on the fact that she might never see Draco again.

The room upstairs was a bit lighter because of the grey sky outside, it is yet to yaw black and Jibril also turned on the flashlight of his phone. Her mouth was dry caused by her frequent swallowing, she feels itchier than normal. All she wanted to do is regurgitate the breakfast she's had earlier in the morning and she did when she couldn't hold it in. The nausea had been in her since she found out about Jibril Shehu's betrayal.

Turning her head around, she threw up the golden yam she's eaten with egg, baked beans, sausages and spring rolls. After throwing everything out, her mouth tasted somehow but Jibril Shehu only watch her in disgust. He then shrugged his shoulders and removed his chest showing her his broad chest. The man is huge, fighting him is going to be futile with her hands bounded. He closed her mouth with her veil, gagging her.

He hauled his shirt into the darkness and sat down by the window, the wall literally lowered at the weight. What sort of building is this he brought them to? The rain might help in collapsing the already ruined building.

"Do you want to know something no one knows about your husband?" He asked, lighting up a Marlboro brand cigarettes, the most dangerous cigar to have ever existed.

Jannah couldn't say anything but the way he is saying it, she became too curious that she gave a sound of acquiesce. How could she not want to know what her husband is hiding from her knowing he won't ever tell her that with his mouth? Adnan is extremely secretive and mysterious and even if she gets him to confess his obvious feelings for her, his secrets are going to forever stay unknown to her.

Jibril laughed like the Satan himself, it sounded so hollow and sad. "First let me tell you who I am. My name was never Jibril Shehu, I created the name for myself. And you know why? I killed both my parents back in Lagos before coming here to build another life alone."

Jannah's eyes widened in fear, the man is cynical and she is certain he did what he's just said. "But Draco doesn't know that. We have similar pasts and he knows that too, we see it in each other's eyes that we've been through a lot in our home courtesy of our parents. He told me everything about him one day. He never wanted to tell me but I was persistent and I saw a glimpse when I went to his home one day."

She became desperate, her ears perking up like an elves'. She wants to find out what was it that happened to him and his parents? For all she knew, he's always loved his mother and obeys her like any obedient child would. She is the only person he listens to while his father on the other hand died way before she got married to Adnan. Hajiya Maimuna talks about him once in a while but not much.

"His daddy used to fuck him." He grinned darkly, lulling his head from side to side as he cracked up.

Jannah could only frown at him, she's got no idea what the man is talking about. Adnan's father used to beat him? Well, most fathers do beat their children once in a while, especially the boys because they never hear word. It's not like they are in America or anything, fathers have those rights over here to-

Jibril went on. "You are confused, aren't you? Don't be, darling. For all it may worth, I'm going to get the price for telling you this." His eyes roamed over her body, hinting where his head is routing to.

Jannah curled herself away from him on instincts, her legs crossing around her as if to stop him from coming closer to her. Seeing the move, he chuckled nastily. She knew nothing is going to stand in his way with her if he as much pleases to have his way with her. No one is going to be here to save her from him, not that Nadia down stairs or Adnan that's always been there for her.

More tears gushed down her cheeks but she continued to listen to him as talked. "Let me explain to you what's happened to your dearest husband that made him like this."

Her limbs shook, stomach filled with pebbles making it rock hard. The hairs all over her arms and neck stood at attention making her shiver from both cold and fear of what will happen to her in a few minutes. She wants to flee and hide away from the impending doom.

"Your dead father-in-law used to fuck Adnan and by the meaning fuck, assaulted him. Oh, poor little boy he was." Jibril shook his head feigning sympathy though the desolation is there in his eyes.

He stood up and came to where she is, Jannah flinched when his hand touched her neck. "You have a beautiful skin, darling. Dark but gorgeous. No wonder Draco was bewitched."

Jibril sat down on the floor in front of her, the blurriness in her eyes clearing a little. "You still don't understand what I just said. Draco's father, Ibrahim Attahir used to have sex with him while he was just a small boy."

Jannah let out a gasp through the gag around her mouth, her eyes as large as saucers. "Through his behind, anal sex. The man was deranged, I'll have to say so myself. How could you? Mine were extremely abusive that I couldn't handle it but a father molesting his own son? Nah, it is absurd. I pitied him, I was his shoulder then so he thought I was the only friend he could rely on. I wanted the friendship at first before I became so jealous of him that I had to stay away. But his success is everywhere, I couldn't hide for long so I came back. Not for his life or wealth though, something different."

She tried talking with the gag around her mouth but she couldn't, he heartlessly watched her cry.

"That is why he became who he is. I would too had something similar happened to me. How could my father fuck me? How did he feel then knowing he was assaulted but couldn't run to his mommy for help? Ah... poor fellow." Jibril was done talking because he started removing his jeans.

Jannah blocked away the memory and watched Adnan the whole time as he drove quietly. Is that what he went through? The reason why he's never talked about his father nor mention his existence then? Because she cannot begin to imagine how he felt those days with his father after him. His mother hadn't noticed anything was amiss? How did that happen?

She's got so many questions that only he could answer but would he?

They arrived at the mansion instead of the villa, Adnan rounded the car with leisure steps because he is still very much angry. Knowing that Jibril Shehu is alive somewhere makes his blood boil. He will have to go back and annihilate him before everything feels good again. And then there is Bakri, something enormous is about to emerge from that side that he cannot wait to deal with.

Carrying his precious burden upstairs, his suit wrapped snugly around her, Adnan glanced at Jannah's half-hidden face. She was flushed and silent, her expression conveying uncertainty but not unwillingness. Remembering his words of assurrance to her in the car, he felt his own color heighten, though he did not, would not, regret having said it. This was the first time in his adult life that he had ever told a woman he cared for her.

He had discovered a side of himself that he had never known existed until tonight, and he wanted to show Jannah all the tenderness and passion he was capable of. To show her a side of him he never knew existed, it augmented suddenly taking him by surprise.

They reached his room, and he set Jannah beside the bed. Smoothing his hands over her tousled hair, he kissed her mouth, shaping her lips with his own.

Jannah tugged at her hand, and as soon as it was released, she slid her trembling fingers behind his taut neck. He needed no further urging. Lowering his head, he crushed his mouth over hers, demanding that she open to him. Her lips parted, welcoming him into her sweetness, her own tongue yielding to the aggressive sliding and stroking of his. Groaning, he gathered her more tightly into his lap, twisting his mouth harder over hers. The kiss turned frantic as he searched for a deeper taste of her, but instead of becoming sated, he was increasingly desperate for more.

He extricated his lips away from hers, this is not the right time. He tasted a little bit of vomit in her breath but that didn't bother him, he only wants to be sure that she is alright. Gulping, he perused all over her for any sign of injury or discomfort. Her head, there is a wound by the side of it that made her hair matted and tousled. He gritted his teeth, he is going to make Jibril pay for what he's done. He is not satisfied with the little catastrophe he'd afflicted.

He made his way to the tub by the side of his cubicle glass where he turned on the tap and fill it up to the brim in less than three minutes. He added all the important needed oil perfumes, salts, rose water and bubbles. After that was done, he went back to the glass cubicle and carried her off the bed where she wanted to sleep.

Jannah groaned at the disturbance. "I want to sleep."

"You need a bath before that. Your wound needs to be dressed too." Adnan elaborated, carrying her up in his arms to the tub where he placed her gently by the side of the tub.

He removed each article of her clothing one after the other starting from her maxi dress, the already unhooked bra -another reason for him to kill Jibril Shehu- and her underwear. He then picked her up again and position her inside the hot water.

Jannah winced and sighed at the same time, the water doing wonders to her slothful muscles and wrecked nerves. She closed her eyes and lie her head back on the headrest inside the tub. She watched as Adnan turned on the lights in the room and busied himself with his desk. Looks like he is arranging something dangerous beneath that, he doesn't want her to see.

"Come and join me." She croaked, almost certain he hadn't heard her because of the throatiness.

Adnan stopped what he was doing and watched her for a second then approached her in that virile swag of his that made her stomach taut. She should be traumatized that she was almost raped few hours ago but Adnan always makes things feel better. One thing she will forever be perplexed about. Because he is mainly the cause of her distress most of the times. Then why is he her comfort and fortune?

Jannah watched as his clothes were discarded, uncovering an expanse of skin much tougher and lighter than her own, covered with springy hair in some places, scarred in others. She was amazed by the power and grace of his body, which had been honed and punished and exercised until no trace of softness remained. "You were right." She said unsteadily. "You are an impressive sight without your clothes."

Adnan said nothing but entered the tub behind her, he lied her back on his chest and together they spent an hour and few minutes inside without saying a word. Just basking in the quietness and warmth of one another. It was Adnan who made the first move, sloshing the water around them. Jannah was almost fast asleep so she yawned and sat up, her eyes a bit groggy because that was the best sleep she's had in a while. Since her daughter's death.

After washing up and toweling her, Adnan carried his little bundle of trouble back to the glass cubicle and sat her down on the bed. He brought out a first aid kit and started dressing the wound on her head while Jannah tried her best not to fall asleep at the treatment. She's got Adnan taking care of her something she is sure he's never done before, she should relish it.

Once done with that, he dress her up in one of his large cashmere sweater which she snuggled in and lie down on the bed with a huge suspire.

"I have somewhere to be. You rest here, hmm?" Adnan whispered on her head, placing a single possessive kiss.

Jannah frowned looking up at him from the bed. She looks extremely and heart achingly adorable in his ebony sweater. "Where are you going to? It's late and I need you here."

"I'll be back in a jiffy. I have some things to take care of." Adnan excused not willing to tell her anything more.

There was a cruel edge to his mouth, but when he fitted his lips over hers -to bury her questions in- the kiss was soft, slow, utterly consuming. He placed his hands flat on the mattress on either side of her head, not touching her with any part of his body except his mouth. Had she wanted, she could have rolled away from him easily. But she stayed beneath him, transfixed by the sweet, hot flowering of sensation that spread rapidly and made the downy hairs all over her body rise.

She lifted her hands to his face in a halfhearted gesture to push him away, but he angled his head and kissed her harder, and any thought of resisting him disappeared. His tongue ventured inside her mouth, teasing, stroking. He tasted of toothpaste, and some pleasant masculine essence that lured her own tongue to respond timidly. The feathery touch seemed to excite him. Breathing deeply, he twisted his mouth over hers in long, searching kisses, each one more tender and intimate than the last.

Jannah relaxed helplessly beneath him while a heavy, delicious ache formed in her breasts and low in her stomach and between her thighs. Her dazed mind no longer comprehended anything but her husbands erotic carnal lips on hers.

"Get some sleep, Mama."