Chapter Seventeen

Omar

It was obvious Ilham had taken a deep interest in me. The way she looked at me, the way she smiled and blushed, it made me remember the good ol' days. I missed her so much. The look on Jamal's face made me want to burst out into laughter. He looked so angry yet couldn't do a thing.

Ilham was in danger. Jamal was the danger. He looked like he wanted to rip her head off for being nice to me. I knew that I had to stay around the vicinity in case he tries to do something stupid.

"So tell me Mohammed. Which type of woman would you like to marry " Ilham's question was unexpected yet expected. I was very happy that she asked such a question.

Author's Perspective

Jamal growled but she totally ignored him and focused deeply on Omar. Omar smirked at her and glared at Jamal before answering

"Well, I want a woman just like Ilham. Ilham is one of the most beautiful and caring women ,I've ever met. And such women are rare. In this world, they are 10. But 9 are dead and you're the only one left" Ilham blushed at that compliment. She was very excited to hear that. It was typical of her to blush at such things.

"Wow that's the sweetest someone has ever said to me. Thank you Mohammed " she said as she hugged Omar tightly and whispered a little 'Thank you' into his ears. It sent tingles down his body.

He had the urge to kiss her but he had to control himself if not he would give her reasons to back away from him.

Amir was smiling widely while raising an eyebrow at Jamal who was feeling very uncomfortable.

"Get off of her asshole!" Jamal spat at Omar. He had tolerated this enough. He wasn't taking this anymore. Ilham looked shocked. She knew that her man was overprotective but this person didn't give the same vibes like the Omar she used to know.

"What The Hell is wrong with you Omar?! Are you even Omar?! Why are you acting this way. It's been all about you since you came back. What the fuck has gotten into your head?!" Ilham spat at him.

Omar, Amir and Jamal looked shocked.

Jamal never expected her to talk to him like that. He was furious but he knew that if he tried something, he would be calling for his death.

"You know what?! I'm tired of you bitch! Go to hell!" He cursed as he stomped out of the house leaving Ilham shocked and weeping. He had walked away expecting that she would follow him to apologise but she didn't.

"I'm sorry Ily. I really am" Omar consoled her. She stopped crying abruptly and stared him on the eye and narrowed her eyes at him.

"How did you know my nickname?" She asked him with an eyebrow raised.

He smiled a little and before he could answer, Jamal stomped back into the house with his men and begun destroying everything .

Omar knew that a fight was going to begin.

"What the hell are you doing Omar?!!" Ilham spat at Jamal. He sneered at her then turned his gaze to the real Omar. Omar smirked at Jamal.

Amir had seen the scene and had called for backup. Omar's men were soon there and a clash erupted. Ilham had to be licked in her room by Omar in order not to freak out.

"They're going to kill you Mohammed." Ilham protested as she was carried to her room by Omar. He inwardly thanked his stars that she cared about him.

"Why are you concerned about my life?" He asked her mischievously to hear what she had to say. She looked at him with the 'really niqqa' face and sighed

"Omar is ruthless and will kill you if he gets mad " she explained. He smirked at her and held her cheek.

"Don't worry about me Ily. 'Omar' (Jamal) won't stand a chance against Omar!" He stressed on the second Omar which was meant for him. Ilham looked confused.

"Take care hun and remember that you are 'Mine' " Omar said as he left the room and locked the door leaving Ilham confused. She recognised that mode of talking. It was how her Omar used to talk to her.

What was going to happen next?

***

Back downstairs, Omar's men were ready to chase Jamal's men. They had to send their fight elsewhere.

Omar didn't want Ilham or anyone they loved, getting hurt. They drove like maniacs to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Chicago.

(A/N Chicago is a beautiful place in America❤😇)

A mafia war begun there. Omar's mafia against Jamal's mafia. A lot of Jamal's gang got hurt as a result of the lack of expertise in the killing field. Which happens be very essential in the mafia business.

Omar got shot twice, in the arm and the leg. But he was strong enough to fight off the opposing mafia. Jamal's mafia got fed up and retreated. Jamal, however, swore that he would be back and when he was back, he would win Ilham over totally for himself.

"Omar ,you're hurt. Let's get you to the hospital" Amir said while helping Omar to the car.

"No Amir! I want to see Ilham first" he disproved. He needed to see her. Looking at her alone could make him feel better.

Amir reticent to do that, had no choice. He drove them to Ily's house and found her sleeping in her room.

"Let's get me checked and then I'll come back and spend the night here" Omar suggested. Amir nodded and drove Omar to the hospital.

He got his stitches done and all the bullets taken out of him and was discharged by order of Amir. He was transported back to Ily's house. She was still asleep when he got there. Amor helped him lay beside her while he left them to go home to his woman Hayat.

***

She woke up feeling moody. She was pretty sure if was her period. She almost screamed when she found herself wrapped in some strong arms. It was Mohammed(Omar). She surprisingly felt warmth around her. What was he doing to her?

"Mohammed? What are you doing here?" She asked as she patted him, waking him up.His eyes fluttered open and she gasped.

Those eyes from up close looked so mesmerising, just like her Omar's.

"Who are you?!!" She demanded to know. She had had enough of all this hiding. She knew that she had been left in the dark. She wanted the truth and only that!

"What do you mean?" Omar asked her. He knew that she was suspecting something.

"Who are you and why do I feel like you are Omar and not that freak who tried to kill you yesterday?!" She was gaining her memory back and if would be quite dangerous if she decided to get mad at him for once again lying to her, he would be eternally damned.

"I'm not Omar. My name is Mohammed" he lied. She knew he was lying and it was missing her off.

"Okay Mohammed. Get out of my house and never come back! Liar!" She spat at him. Inwardly, Omar rolled his eyes at her. He just remained stationary on the bed.

"Come and let's talk" he said while patting the space beside him on the bed.

She sighed and sat beside him as he wrapped his arm around her. He was finally going to come clean with her, even tho' it was going to hurt her in the end. At least it was going to be the truth.

"Do you remember Omar's full name?" He asked her. She shook her head in negation. He smiled and lay his head on her laps.

"I miss these" he said. She was still confused. So he was really Omar?

"Are you Omar?" She asked him. He looked over on the eye and with a sad look, he nodded.

Ilham was shocked. This man was really Omar and that punk was just a fake. But she was more surprised that he lied to her. Why couldn't he just stop lying to her?

"Goodbye then" Ilham said as she gently placed his head on the bed. She got up from the bed and walked away from the bedroom, with a wounded Omar following behind her.

"Baby , I'm sorry. You had lost your mind and you thought Jamal was me. I beg you. I would above told you but you were too naïve to know." Omar tried to explain.

Ilham wasn't taken none of that shit. She walked to the foyer and picked up her bag she had left there.

"I was naïve? Thank you. How can you pretend to be someone else when you clearly know that I was still in love with you. And that too, you left me with God knows who the fuck Jamal is. Who the hell is he?!" She snapped at him.

"You see, you've not filly recovered. You don't even know who Jamal is. You needed time baby. I did this for you!" Omar let out.

Ilham looked at him with disappointed eyes.

"The Omar I knew wouldn't care about that shit, since he wanted me by his side always. You are not my Omar. I can't take all these lies anymore. I'm sick of that same old love. It tears me up! Goodbye Mr. Mohammed! I give up now! " Ilham muttered with tears in her eyes as she left him.

She had given up on him completely now. Omar stood there rooted on the exact same position he was in.

He had finally lost Ilham , just when he had her. A tear rolled down his eyes. It carried all of a man's emotions and sacrifices. Everything a man would do for his love was in it. Omar had lost the love of his life and now she was broken to a point of real no retrieval.

And it was all his fault!!!

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