Ali let out a yawn, covering his mouth his the back of his left hand. He looked to his right, and once again, Anaya laid there. With the softest expression, a small pout formed on her lips, chest heaving up and down. It was starting to become the most favorite part of his day, watching her.

"Give me one day," Ali recalled himself saying

"One day," He muttered.

He brought his face closer to her and placed the lightest kiss on her lips.

"Anaya," He said.

"Anaya," He called, hoisting her up a little bit.

"Hmm?" She woke up.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I'm going," He spoke.

"Where?" She said sitting up.

"To my father," He said.

"I'm going to fix this, for you." He stated, caressing her cheek.

"Are you scared?" She asked

"Not anymore,"

"This is good, Allah is on our side. This is for the better." She said, cupping his cheek reassuring him.

"Let's get up," he muttered.

He removed the duvet from himself and walked into the bathroom. He took a shower, rinsing his hair and scrubbing his arms off the rain residue. He got out and he picked out a classy gray suit, he did his hair and put on his brown leather shoes. Leaving the bathroom he came to his nightstand, to pull out his gun to place in his waistband.

Anaya watched him, sitting on the edge of the bed. He took a moment and kneeled to her level.

"Why do you look so worried?" He asked

"They won't hurt you, will they?" She asked

"No, baby." He shook his head.

"I'm going to be okay," He reassured

Anaya got up and took hold of his blazer, patting it down and taking a deep breath. He pulled her chin up and placed a deep kiss on her lips. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she was slowly getting used to his heavenly kisses, she pulled away and watched as he left afterward.

He left the room and went down the stairs but before he could leave, he was stopped.

"Come here this instant," Martha said placing a bowl of soup and a fresh cup of coffee on the table for him.

"If you don't finish this before you leave, don't speak to me." She said.

"Uhh.." He started, looking at his watch.

"Mmm," She warned.

Ali quickly came and took a seat at the table, drinking the soup as fast as he can. He finished it almost instantly as he hadn't eaten since yesterday. He drank a couple of sips of his coffee, looking at his watch.

"Thank you," he said

Martha gave him a pleased nod, before getting to work.

He left his house and got into his car. He was driving to his father's place, it was a long ride so he got his thoughts together on his way. He had been planning this for too long, it was just the fact he never had the will to execute it. Life didn't really matter back then, but now he wished he could live forever, with her.

Ali thought that the moments leading up to this would fill him up with so much anxiety, but he was calm. Astonishingly calm.

Soon enough, he pulled into the driveway the guards checking his identity and the seats of his car before letting him in. He parked the car and got out, the guard opened the door for him as he went inside, the butler waiting for him in the foyer, and guided his arms towards the study.

The butler walked ahead of him and opened the door for him, and shut it behind. Ali's father sat on his desk, and his mother sat on the single couch.

"What is it?" His father asked.

Ali walked behind his desk and pulled open the third drawer taking out the large brown book.

"What the hell are you up to?" His father spat.

Ali flipped through the book and stopped at page 20.

"Section 8," Ali said.

"What-" His father scrolled his finger through the words, and when it landed on the number eight he squinted his eyes and read it out loud to the best of his capability.

"If the ruler aspires to achieve his era in recession, whether virgin in age or not, he may do so without question. As it is best for the rulings to be arranged with a poised mind, not a nervous one." He read in his thick Arab accent.

"What does this mean?" He asked confusion displaying on his face and his temper on the edge.

"It means that I am leaving," Ali said,

His mother audibly gasped, and his father gaped at him.

"Have you lost your mind?" His father yelled.

"This is for retirement, and it doesn't mean you can leave. It means you can step down." His father, threw the book on his desk angrily standing up.

"Of course, amendment 1," Ali said.

His father picked the book back up with a scowl on his face, but Ali had endured much more anger than this.

"Cessation may be received with a colossal expense, and a commitment to assure no betrayal occurs, if one cannot provide that charge they must be exterminated." He read.

"I added that and if you can go to the end, there are 400 hundred signatures in favor hence approving this change,"

"I set the price to be $8 Million, which no one other than the top 3 could pay. But, of course, they won't have to because they'd rather lick your feet."

"ALI AHMED!" His father stood up.

Ali could say this was the angriest he had seen his father now, but Ali didn't bat an eye. His father made his way around his desk, but before he could mutter a word his mom spoke.

"You're doing this all for that wench, aren't you. Ali, I knew you'd be a disgrace but no to this extent to give up our dignity for some bitch!" His mother yelled. Ali's father grabbed him by the collar.

"Words can not suffice the disappointment I feel, Ali. You're a fool, to give up the worlds highest powe-"

"I don't want to hear this anymore," Ali said, his face impassive.

Ali's father raised his hand, but Ali caught it in mid-air and pushed his father off of him.

"To say I've had enough would be an understatement. I have been waiting for this day since the day I turned old enough to understand what you two were made of. Both of you ruined me, ripped me to shreds, but not anymore. You two might be money and power-hungry rascals, but I am not. "

"ALI!" His mother yelled.

"Do you really think you can just walk out on this? After all the money I've spent raising you! I will shoot you dead with my bare heads before I let you walk out his house a free man!" He yelled.

Ali pulled out his gun from his waistband cocking it, he placed it in his father's hand and brought the point of it to his head.

"Do it, father." He said.

"Please, do it." He encouraged.

His mother was crying, but Ali knew what it was for. It wasn't for the loss of her son, because God knew how much she must care for him, it was out of the fear of going down. They both knew Ali was the best there is, and without him, surely they'd lose rank. His father stood in silence, clenching his jaw.

"DO IT!" Ali screamed.

"You're not going to do it father, you never will. Because even in that black heart of yours, there's an inch, an inch that knows you wronged me. And I forgive you because your father treated you the same, but it was your responsibility to care for me-"

He pulled back from the gun whilst speaking so he can look at his mother.

"But you left me in the dark." He finished.

"So, shoot me. Shoot me dead, because that is what I would prefer rather than living like this for another second." He said.

"You're pathetic," Ali's mother said.

"No insults, no words can damage me any more than you already have, mother."

"You're hurt? Your feelings got hurt so you're throwing this away?" His father spat.

"There is no explaining this to you two. So I'll be straightforward with you, you are a part of the board so you can either accept this, or I can sell this Mafia to the Gambino's."

"For one dollar," He added

"You can't do that!" His mother said.

"You're the one that made me boss, I am simply executing my power." He said.

"You have until tomorrow morning, that is when the meeting will be." He added, taking the gun and placing it back in his waistband to walk out.

He hastily left the house and got into his car. Ali had never felt this good before. It was as if the years and years of building up rage and resentment had left his soul. He was free. He wanted nothing more at this moment, to go home and hold Anaya to his heart's content. The drive had never felt this long before.

When he pulled into the driveway, he tossed his keys to the butler and rushed inside. Martha was brooming the foyer and looked at him bedazzled.

"What is it?" She asked

"Where's Anaya?"

"She just went up to your room, after cleaning with me." She said.

Ali rushed up the stairs and barged inside the door, Anaya was folding the sheets as the maid stood behind her advising her she could do it.

Ali gestured the maid to leave, and the maid closed the door behind her. Anaya looked up at him.

"Your back!" She said.

"Are you okay? You're not hurt anywhere?" She asked, touching his face and examining him for any injuries. He stood there silently, just looking at her until his head fell on her shoulder.

Anaya felt something wet on her dress and sensed what it was. She held him close and wrapped her arms around his waist, one hand caressing his head.

He had held on for so long. Anaya remembered the first time they saw each other. The pistol he pointed at her as he spoke to her venomously. She smiled, now realizing how much he had changed, to be able to show this side of himself to her. They had stood there for a while now, and Anaya had to stay her back was beginning to pain from his weight, but she didn't say a word.

He finally lifted his head and wiped his face before looking at her again. She brought her hands up to his face to caress it, he took hold of that hand and placed a kiss on it. She smiled at him.