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Let me guess
That her boyfriend might be chuka or the limping man 😀😀😀

I knew U would always come up with more lies after lies to cover up.
No be son of songo again .?

What a masterpiece!!!
Believe me, Ur story is the only things that kept me refreshing and coming to nairaland every day.
May God bless U .
Please don't mind those who are ghost reader.
Just keep posting for us .
It's just a matter of time ,U ar gonna go far in this believe it .

Bring it on Mr darus .
U always knows how to keep some one on suspense.

Well
Kalu has got U tainted
I hope Ur girlfriend is not that too angry at U .
I trust the first of songo to wash her brain with a solid and sweet lies

[always sweet quote author=TheBlessedMAN post=137386925]
EPISODE 31 — The Blood Debt.



For a moment, the whole room forgot how to exist.
No one moved. No one even dared to breathe.
One of the albino twins nearly screamed — she opened her mouth, but the other clapped a hand over it just in time.
“Please,” I whispered, voice shaking, “don’t. Just… don’t scream.”
They nodded, trembling like candle flames in harmattan wind. It was hard to tell who was more frightened.
Cynthia moved faster than I expected. She kicked the dead guard’s hand off the pistol and snatched it up. Her hands shook, but her hold was steady.

She stood facing the door, her finger resting lightly on the trigger — ready to fire at the slightest sound.
My heart was pounding so hard I could almost hear it echo in my ears.
Even Cynthia was shaking, though she tried to hide it. Her grip on the gun was firm, her breathing sharp and quiet.
We stayed like that for what felt like forever — just the four of us frozen in fear, waiting for someone to burst in or shoot.
But no one came. No sound from the door and no movement at all.

When it finally sank in that we were safe — at least for now — we both exhaled at the same time, the air leaving our lungs like we’d been holding it for years.

Without wasting another second, Cynthia dashed to the wardrobe, grabbed a shirt and jeans, and threw them on in a flash. Then she hurried to my side, knelt beside the bed, and started working on the ropes around my wrists with quick, shaky hands that still knew exactly what they were doing.
“Can you walk?” she asked in a whisper.

I tried a weak, tired laugh. “If crawling counts.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” she muttered, untying the last knot on my legs.

The ropes came loose. Blood flooded my hands — sharp, burning, like a thousand tiny needles. I winced. My fingers felt clumsy, heavy, like they belonged to someone else.

“Take it easy,” she said.

“I’m fine,” I lied. Truth was, my body was finished. The one sided sex with Cynthia, Chuka's boots and the damage it did to my ankles — it all added up. I could barely stand.

She tossed me a pair of trousers and a polo. I dressed awkwardly, every movement loud in the room.
But still, we need to work fast.

We shoved the twins into the wardrobe and blocked its door with a mattress — we didn't lock it, we just hid them inside. Cynthia handed me the gun she’d taken from the dead guard.

“You know how to use this?” she asked.

I gave a tired smirk. “Use it? I used to be in charge of thunder distribution back when I worked for my father. What’s a small gun compared to that?”

She rolled her eyes. “Perfect. And if you misfire, we’ll both die beautifully.”

“Then at least the obituary will be classy,” I said, checking the safety like I knew what I was doing.

I glanced at the wall clock — 2:07 p.m.

Kalu.

I promised to call him by noon and it's already past. The thought salted my hands Immediately because, like you know, right before today, I was split betweem— betraying the Circle and save Tiffany, or continue working for them and keep my ambition of owning one of the biggest building construction company in the country.

But after what happened today, I can't continue working for this people. This Circle had to go. I concluded in my mind.

We crept to the door. I opened it slow, gun tight in my palms. The corridor was half-dark, lit by shards of sunlight through broken glass.
Two guards lay sprawled on the floor, blood pooling around them. Near one body, a phone sat on the floor.
I bent to pick it up.
“What are you doing?” Cynthia whispered.
“Trying to call my number. My phone is somewhere in this house.”
She gave me the look that could melt iron. “You’re insane.”

“Insane? I can’t leave my phone here. They can use it against me.”

I pressed the power button on the phone — nothing. Dead screen. The thing was as lifeless as the guard lying beside it.

“Perfect,” I muttered.

Then I spotted another one on the floor, lying near a bullet-ridden column like it was waiting for me.
I picked it up fast, a little hope crawling back into my chest. Maybe this one still had some life left.
I pressed the power button — and froze.
Detective Kalu’s face stared back at me from the wallpaper. My stomach dropped.
“What the hell—”

Cynthia leaned closer, eyes wide. “Who is this?”

Before I could answer, the sound hit — gunshots. Loud, sharp, and close.
The kind that makes your soul want to hide under a bed.
We both flinched, eyes darting around the hallway like two rats waiting for the cat to show up.
Then Cynthia grabbed my hand.

“Follow me,” she commanded.

We ran — quiet but fast — down the stairs, past broken wall lamps and shattered glass.
My heart was thundering in my chest, every step sounding louder than the last.
She pushed open a small metal door, and we slipped inside.
Monitors, wires, blinking lights everywhere.

It was the control room — cold, silent, and buzzing with machines.
For the first time in minutes, there were no bullet sounds. Just the low hum of electricity and the sound of my pulse trying to break free from my throat.

Cynthia’s fingers were flying over the keyboard, switching camera feeds like she was born inside a control room.
She wasn’t even blinking — just pure focus, eyes darting from one screen to another.
I stood behind her, still gripping the gun, watching what was happening on the monitors.

As she typed away on the system, my mind started drifting — straight back to what just happened between us. The sex and the fact that I at one point enjoyed the idea of fvcking my own friend's girlfriend. My heart skipped when it also hit me that I had actually released inside her.
What if she gets pregnant? Me wey my sperm no dey miss target — na wahala be that.
But then I calmed down. I remembered what she told me that night she stabbed Baba T — that the doctor said she’s done too many abortions and the phone of her womb may never ring again.

I just hoped that phone truly had no network.

“See here…” Cynthia’s voice snapped me back. She pointed to the screen.

Two guards stood by the main gate, talking like generals planning a world war — guns on their shoulders, faces hard with fake confidence. From the way they are talking to eachother, you’d think they were getting ready to stop the American troops Trump threatened to send to Nigeria.

I squinted at the feed. “Wait — how do you even know all this camera stuff? Are you a hacker or something?”

She didn’t bother looking up. “After NYSC I did a six-month crash course in cyber security and systems. Small things, big things, anything computer at all.
She glanced at me briefly. “There’s really nothing much I can’t do with a computer.”

“Wow,” I said, impressed but trying not to show it. “So you can hack Pentagon too?”

She smirked. “Please. Let’s survive this one first before you start calling me James Bond’s IT girl.”
The screens flickered again.

Silence hung in the air for a few seconds.

Then she leaned back in the chair, still holding the mouse.
“Wait…” I said, as the screen showed Detective Kalu fighting one of the guards.

Cynthia’s eyes widened. “Isn’t that the same man from the phone you picked earlier?”

“Yes… that’s him,” I muttered, staring hard at the screen. “What the hell is he doing here?”

She glanced at me, confused. “Exactly—what’s he doing here?”

I didn’t answer. My mind was spinning. She kept working quietly for a few minutes before finally breaking the silence.

“I think everywhere is calm now,” she said in a low voice. “We should head back inside before the guards come around and start suspecting we had something to do with all this.”

“Why?” I asked, frowning a little.

“The only ones left are the guards I know,” she replied. “They won’t shoot—unless we give them a reason to.”

I shook my head immediately. “No. That’s a bad idea. I’m not taking that risk. These people can kill us at any second. Remember the order Aristotle gave that guard...”

She turned to me, calm but with a serious face. “If they wanted us dead, we’d be dead a long time ago. Think about it. They tied you up, but didn’t kill you. They only forced us to…you know....do it.”

“Do what?” I cut in sharply. “Oh, you mean that sex? You’re calling that forced? ’Cause from the way you reacted, it didn’t look forced to me.”

She gave me a cold look. “I told you already — it was a game. Nothing personal.”

I scoffed. “A game? You don’t even care if I end up dead because of the stupid game’?”

She snapped her eyes at me. “Like you would’ve cared if they’d put a bullet in my head.”

I stepped closer, my voice rising. “I don’t care? I don’t care — but I saved you when Kenny came knocking that night! Remember that?”

Her lips tightened. “And now see where your saving got me.”

I blinked, stunned after hearing those words. “Wait, are you blaming me for this? Are you trying to say what I think you are trying to say?"

" Say what?"

" Like saying this whole thing is my fault?”

She didn’t answer right away. Just kept typing on the keyboard, her eyes fixed on the screen.

"Infact, you should be thanking me for betraying my own friends to save your skin after you killed one of us. You owed me your life and nothing less... I'm the reason you are still a living soul..."

Then quietly, she said, “Mr Jesus Christ, all I know is, they only wanted to scare us — not kill us. We’re still useful to them. We’re assets.”

“Assets?” I repeated, half-laughing, half-angry. “If they wanted to scare an asset, they don’t need to use guns, Cynthia. They can just tell me ah, Darous o, Ojuju is coming o and I’ll behave myself..”
I pulled up my trouser and showed her the swollen marks around my ankles. “But you see what Chuka did to my legs? I can barely stand, and you’re telling me I’m an asset?”
I pointed at the frozen image of Detective Kalu on the screen.
“And you see that man? His name’s Kalu — he must’ve traced me here. The whole shootout, it’s because of me!”

Cynthia turned sharply. “What do you mean?”

I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

“I talked to him this morning. Before I came here. And… Aristotle already knows about it.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Wait— why were you even talking to a police man in the first place?”

I paused. “It’s… a long story.”

She hummed softly, staring at me like she was trying to figure out what I was hiding.
“Hmm.” That’s all she said.

I rubbed my forehead. “Now the same man shows up here with a gun, shooting everybody! You think they won’t connect the dots? They’ll know I brought him!”

Cynthia folded her arms, tilting her head at me like I just shouted Up NEPA! while the whole room was still in darkness.

“And how are you so sure they even know it was the detective who stormed this place?” she asked calmly. “Because from what I’m seeing, there’s no evidence for them yet..."

“Well, I don’t know,” I said, frustration leaking into my voice.

“Exactly my point,” she replied, snapping her fingers lightly.

“But think about it,” I said quickly. “They'll know he’s the only one brave—or stupid—enough to walk into this house without a single backup!”

She sighed, turning back to the monitors. “Relax, Mr. Jesus Christ,” she said softly, the sarcasm rolling off her tongue like butter. “If that’s your only problem, I can fix it.”

“How?” I asked, watching her hands hover over the keyboard.

“If what you’re afraid of is them linking you to this attack, then I’ll just alter the parts of the footage where the detective appears. Simple.”

I blinked. “You can do that?”
She gave a smug half-smile. “My lord, I told you before — there’s practically nothing I can’t do with a computer.”

“Wow…” I muttered, genuinely impressed.

“See you,” she teased, “I can even copy the original footage to another drive for you — just in case that ‘long story’ with your detective ever comes up again. Once I’m done, the system will run on a loop, like nothing ever happened.”

I stared at her in disbelief. “You’re serious?”

“Watch and learn,” she said confidently, fingers already flying across the keyboard.

She ejected the main hard drive, grabbed another one from the shelf, and slotted it in. A few quick clicks, a few lines of code, and then one final command.

The screens flickered — once, twice — then everything went black.
“There,” she said, leaning back in the chair. “System glitch. From this morning till now — wiped clean. Nobody will ever know we altered it or even see your detective's face in the records. ”

Then she pulled out the hard drive she’d swapped earlier and handed it to me.
“Keep this. Just in case you ever need proof for your 'long story'.with that detective.”

I took it slowly, still trying to wrap my head around what just happened.

“You… really did it?”

She nodded. “That’s the only thing that can implicate you. So no more running, okay?”

I looked down at the drive, then back at her. “You’re saying I should just stay here? Like nothing happened?”

She took a small step closer. “I’m saying running will make us look guilty. Whether you like it or not, we're valuable to them. If we disappear, these people... they’ll hunt us down. But if we stay calm, act like we know nothing, they’ll look the other way instead of chasing us.”

I sighed deeply. “You sound so sure.”

She smiled faintly. “That’s because I am." she said, her voice steady. “Trust me, Darous, with the little move seen here since I came?. If they wanted you gone, you’d already be a memory.”

I stared at her for a long moment, then finally — reluctantly — I nodded.
“Fine. But if this goes wrong, and I die because of your big mouth—”

She smirked, that usual mischief dancing in her eyes. “Don't worry, it'll work.”

“Hmmm. Anyway, thank you.”

She tilted her head slightly. “Don’t thank me, my lord. We’re even now.”

I frowned. “Even? How?”

She gave a small laugh. “This is how I pay back the blood you shed for me on the cross that night Kenny came for me.”

It took me a few seconds to catch the meaning — then I laughed, shaking my head.

“You’re not serious.”

“Dead serious,” she said with a grin.
We both chuckled softly after that. The tension in the air eased a bit, replaced by that awkward peace that only comes after surviving a fatal accident.
I slipped the hard drive into my pocket beside Detective Kalu’s phone, and together, we started walking back to the room we’d left earlier.[/quote]

TheBlessedMAN:
cooking it. I dey site oooo🙏

boss take Ur time .
We understand .
Just don't forget us .

TheBlessedMAN:
na punishment for everything he's done .. 😂😂😂

No update today ?
Son of songo

Happy Sunday tbm

Happy new month son of songo .
I always knows how to make more juicy all the time .
Thanks for the update man

Too sweet too short .
Thanks for the update man .
More ink to Ur elbows

Kalu is in the lion den

The gods are enjoying the blues film and can’t think straight at that moment.
Indeed the gods are confused right now u have to use ur head darus

The episode come short because e too sweet .
Tbm
U promised a very long episode this time around.
Now my question is that
It that it’s long and the enjoyment made me lose tracks of it length?
Or it’s not as lengthy as u promised?
But to be frank I really enjoyed each passing episode u dropped .
May God bless u bro

I done refreshed tired Tbm

TheBlessedMAN:
remain small boss. But it's dropping on my Facebook first. Then back here and that's if they no ban am

pleas drop the Facebook page link for us

Using more lies to cover up all the time .
Let's have it 😄😄

Thus story is more interesting than most nollywood movie of this era .

Kenny is turning to something else

I don’t know when last I read this kind of interesting story on naira land again

Police never arrest people’s for this case ?

Interesting

Getting more hotter

Keep it flowing me Darus

When ever I read ur new episode I always forget myself in it but at least I will be disappointed when it end .
Ur kind of story isn't not the kind that my curiosity will like to wait for .
Please keep it flowing for us before u hear curiosity kill the reader 😄😄😄.
Thanks for the update man

Welcome back darusmart son of god of songo
I can still remember how u kept me glued and refreshing literature section of nairaland everyday back then just to read ur interesting write up then
Welcome back once again .
Trust me ur last part “the dog attendant” was such a master piece but life happen .
With the beginning of this one im already hooked up
Am still ur loyal fans .
God bless u
More ink to ur elbow .

You always give us a master piece all the time
May God bless you bro

So this page is still Alive.
Oga dauros where are you?
Hope all is all

Thanks for the update bro

LarrySun:
I believe I owe three updates now.

happy to have u back here ogah larry