Beautiful Mess (Completed)

Chapter Eighteen

Ava Max
Sweet but psycho

Same day as the birth of baby Jasmin.

Garrett.

"I don't understand what's going on boss, we searched everywhere, we have done everything possible but we still can't find the last member of the Osei's family"

Will says and I lift my head from dropping my boots.

"Where can a measly little girl hide?"

I ask Will and he takes a step back, he seems to get that I am beyond triggered.

I have succeeded in almost paying up my debts, I would have gotten on my mission of finding my girl if the idiots I worked with didn't do a sloppy job of reconnaissance .

How hard was it to find out how many members of a family there was.
It's not as if you are the one doing the killing.

"Boss,am . . ."
"Just get out"

I say and he exits the room with all haste.
I pick up my wallet and I get the picture of Kismet I have In it out.

In the picture she was smiling, it was the day she opened the flower shop,she was so happy that day.

My hand goes to my chest when I feel a ache there.
Why does it hurt?

I go to stand up but I have suddenly lost all strength,I fall to the ground in the process upsetting everything on my desk.

It falls on the ground with a crash.
I hear my door open and I hear Marcel's voice.

"Boss?"
"Get out"

"But. . . "
"Get the fuck out"

I say to him and he exits.
If there is anyone I do not want seeing me weak it is Marcel.

That fucking backstabber.

I try to stand but I can't,I cry out when my chest gives a sudden ache.

I laugh humourlessly, is this how heartbreak feels?
Is this how one dies of heart ache?

I roll on the ground and I curl up in a ball.
How can I be so fucking weak.

I almost die when I feel tears slip down my eyes.

I think my eyes broke,my eyes are leaking.

I sob into my hand.
God,I miss her so much,I miss her so damn much.

I sob harder and I pound on my chest.
My chest is going to fall.

I think something is wrong, something is really wrong.

I think something is wrong with my Kismet..
Nothing can happen to her, nothing.

I curl into a ball and I pray to any God that is listening.

Please,protect her, please protect my Kismet.
At that moment I realized I would do anything for her.