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I have turned to Tomi ooooo
Since I got back frm work around 6:15pm av not been able to do anything in fact my cloth are all over the room all because of her majesty bibi
This is my first time commenting on NL
Well done ma'am. Av totally fallen for you
More knowledge and wisdom falls on you dear.

Lol YIPPIEE!!! We all have a bit of Tomi in us

vickyviolet:
this is one of d best stories I have read so far on NL God bless d writer

Amen. Thank you

veekid:
I have doubts! Sam ain't the killer

Nice update though

Thanks. Sorry the updates are slow

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Chapter Five

Sam was nursing a cup of coffee on a chilly saturday morning when he spotted Bianca outside the cafe. She looked so delectable in a faded jean and red sweater. Her blonde hair was pulled into a pony tail. She looked very pretty even though she had no make on on. Sam observed her silently, wondering why he was attracted to her. She wasn't his type. His late wife, Felicity was the kind of woman he went for. Red hair, big boobs with a killer ass. Yes, that was his type but he had been seared badly in the past by Felicity. She had no idea that for better for worse mean sticking by your partner no matter what. As soon as things got a bit rough, Felicity had had hopped onto the next greener pasture. He heard she was in L. A one time and another time she had gone to Africa! Then one morning she showed up on his doorsteps with her bags and begged him to take her back. She said she was ready to be a good mother to their daughter and a good wife to him. Sam had forgiven her because he knew in his heart that wasn't cut out for the farm life. He was a rancher and that was all he knew how to do. He had a successful spread in Montana and he did his best to give her good life. But she wanted more. She had never been satisfied. She had cheated on him several times. He had hated her for all she did to him and everyone knew this. Then she brought a greedy lawyer to the house and asked him for a divorce. She said she would go away forever and not bother him again but he would have to give her half of everything he had worked hard for. She also wanted half of the ranch. She also turned their five year old daughter against him. Felicity filled thg girl's head with so much lies that she always turned away whenever Sam tried to touch her. Few months after that Sam's younger brother went missing, along with a huge sum of money. Nathan, was the only person apart from Sam who knew about the money. One night Sam got really drunk and things took a turn for the worse. He lost both his wife and daughter that night. He also lost his freedom because he spent five years in the prison. Sam walked out of the cafe and walked towards Bianca.

"Hey Bianca," Sam said.

"Hi Sam," She replied, she was looking at everywhere but him.

He guessed she was shy about the kiss they shared the other night.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I..." She started to say but broke off.

“Who’s your friend?” A tall, dark skinned man walked to them with two cups of coffee in his hand. He handed one to Bianc and turned to Sam, hand stretched out. Sam took his hand and shook it and instantly felt a dislike for him. His hands were so feminine soft and manicured and he had a sly smile on his face. He also looked so familiar and Sam wondered remember where he might have seen him before.

“Ian Brooklyn,” He said, sizing Sam up.

Yea, he was a music producer and he was the Co-owner of Brooklyn & Ralph Records. Interesting, what was was he doing with Bianca? Sam was curious and decided to linger abit longer. Ian Brooklyn was a dangerous man. Sam had heard a lot about him from his cellmate in prison.

“Sam Tucker,” Sam said. “Bianca’s neighbor”

Ian turned to Bianca with a smirk.” I see now why it takes you so long to answer your calls these days. Don’t forget what we talked about. Call me as soon as you’ve made your decision.” He sauntered off like he owned the world. A black limousine pulled over and he got into it.
“I don’t like that guy. Something about him is off” Sam said, carefully. He did not want Bianca to ask questions and neither does he want to scare her.

Bianca sighed.” Yea me too.”

“You want me to keep him away from you?” Sam asked.” By the way, what does he want?”
“You’re what now? A professional assassin?” she asked with laughter.” He wants me to be their official songwriter and he also wants me to give him the songs Mj recorded before he…” she broke off.

“Who is Mj?”

“The guy you killed” She replied.

“What?” he asked stupefied.

“I…I mean… never mind.” Bianca said, walking away. Sam held her hand to stop her.

“Did I hear you right?” Sam asked.

“It was a slip of tongue, okay?” She snapped.

“Okay” He said. “How about dinner tonight, at my place? I make good steaks”

Bianca pretended to mull it over. She couldn't wait to get him to talk or let something slip. “If you making dinner I will pick up the drinks. Beer or wine?”

“Beer” He said,” but you don’t have to. I can pick up some.”

“No please, Sam, I insist.” Bianca said.

He grinned.” That’s the first time you’ve used my first name. What time are you coming by?”

“Is six fine?” Bianca asked.

“Six is perfect. Bianca?”


“Yes?”

Sam gave her directions to his house and she reeled it out to be sure hadnt made a mistake.

“You will let me know if that Ian guy or any other person bothers you, okay?” Sam said.

“Yes I will.” Bianca replied.
***
By noon Bianca made two trips to town. First she made a stop at the electonic shop and then a boutique. She bought a red dinner gown and stilettos. She spent time washing her hair and wearing her make up. Bianca decided to drive the short distance to his house. She left a note on her counter, giving details about Sam just in case…. She had no idea what could go down. She decided to drive the car Mj bought for her instead of her old car. She hadn’t driven the car since the day Mj was lowered to the ground. it was his wedding gift to her and it brought a lot of memories but she couldn’t say why she decided to use it tonight. Who would have told MJ would die so young at the age of twenty nine and on the night of his wedding? Bianca navigated her way through the streets and parked the car infront of Sam's house. Her phone rang out and she slipped it out of her purse. The name on the screen brought a smile to her face.

"Hello Ralph," Bianca said.

“ Hello Bianca,” Ralph said.

“ Ralph! Oh Ralph! It’s been a while” She said excitedly.

Ralp Benny was Mj’s former boss and a co- founder of Brooklyn and Ralph label which Mj was signed to. He believed so much in Mj and treated him as his son, he cried the most during the funeral and he settled the bills which Mj had incurred without her knowledge. He was burly short man in fifties with big eye balls but his kind heart draws people to him rather than scare them away because of his looks. Ralph had been the big brother she never had. Ralph had been there for her and even offered her money on several occasions but shr took only what he owed Mj and that went into his mother’s health care.

“How’s my baby girl doing?” He asked, laughing heartily.

“I’m fine, you? Where have you been Ralph?”Bianca said, laughing. Only Ralph could get her to laugh like this.

“I am fine. You’ know how much I love the sea, I went sailing in my new baby. You need to see her and I named her after you. Lady Bianca!” Ralph replied.

“Oh Ralph,” She said, cheerfully.” Thank you,”

“How about I take you sailing on her this weekend?” Ralph asked.

“Oh I’d I love to but I am booked for the weekend.” Bianca said.

“You still teaching music?” Ralph asked.

“Yes.’

He sighed loudly and Bianca knew right away what he was thinking. Ralph thought she should go international by signing a contract with them. But shg wasn't ready for that yet. She wasn't ready for fame. She wanted to nurse her broken heart in peace before making any major like decision.

“How about next weekend then?” He asked.

“I will check my schedule and let you know. I know you meant well Ralph but the sea…” Bianca broke off.

“ Reminds you of Mj. Trust me, you will be glad you decided to sail. I heard Ian has been an ass and he’s been troubling you, I apologize and that is another reason I want to see you.” Ralph said.

She sighed. Maybe its time. Then another thought occurred to her.” Ralph, I will see you but I also need your help with something.”

“You know you can ask me anything.” Ralph said, " What's the problem?"

“I want you to run a check on a guy for me. His name is Sam Tucker, I’m afraid that’s all I know about him for now and oh he was born here in Dallas. He lives on the same street as me.” Bianca said.

“Sure, anything for you.” Ralph said.

“Thank you Ralph, I’ve got to go now.” Bianca said.

"Take care Lady Bianca!"

"I will your highness, sire!" Bianca replied.

Sam came out of his house and she got out of the car.

“ Hi,” He said.”You look so pretty,"

“ Thank you.” She replied and opened the car trunk.” The beer is in the trunk of the car.”

He laughed.” Just how many beer did you get?”

“ Six packs,” She said.

He looked stunned and he laughed and carried the packs of beer out of the trunk without a word. He led her to the house and stepped aside for her to go in first. She was stunned with the interior décor, strangely it had feminine touches but she didn’t comment on it. The place was so neat and tidy, he excused himself and went into the kitchen.

She quickly slipped the pen out of her purse and hid it inside the arm of his couch. He returned with a chilled glass of white wine. Bianca collected it from him and thier fingers brushed accidently, causing the drink to splash on the front of her gown. So much for wanting to look my best, she thought.

“Sorry, I’m sorry about that.” He said and looked truly sorry.

“It’s okay. Can I use your bathroom?” Bianca asked.

“Yea, it’s that way.”

“Thanks,” She said and made her way into the guest bathroom. She poured some water on the affected part of the gown and tried to wash it out but it just got messier and I ended up wetter than I intended to. She squeezed out the water and made her way back into the living room. Sam had already set the table and he was waiting for her. He gave her a look and burst into laughter.

“What’s funny?”She asked.

“ Don’t take this the wrong way but you look like a hen caught in a storm. Only that you look more beautiful.” Sam said with a grin.

A bubble of laughter escape from her lips before she could stop herself.

“You’ve got a beautiful laughter,” He said.

“Thank you," Bianca replied.

“ Excuse me,” He said, opened another door and came back with an oversized polo.” You can put on this while I laundry yours. Its only fair I do so since I spilled wine on your gown.”

“ Thank you,” I said and took the polo from him.

She went into the bathroom and changed into the polo. It was not only big but it was also long. It fell a little above her knees and she loved the smell of it.

After the dinner of juicy steaks they sat on the couch and she reached her hand into the side of the couch to check if the pen was still there but to her surprise it was gone. Did I slip it in too deep? Or was it the other end of the couch I slipped it in? She asked herself.

“Are you alright?” Sam asked, observing her with a sly smile.

“Yes,” She said and tried to keep the tremor from her voice.

“Tell me about your childhood,” Sam said.

Okay, that’s easy. I would try not reveal much. If only I know where that goddamn pen is. Bianca thought, resting her back against the couch.

“ I am from a family of five. I am the last child, I have an older brother and older sister who is a lawyer. I am closer to my older brother than my sister.”

“Why’s that?” He asked.” Any particular reason?”


“ We just don’t get along well, My sister and I.” Bianca said.

“I’ m sorry about that. I know how it feels when you love someone but they don’t feel particularly warm towards you.” He said.

She could hear the pain in his voice and she knew right then that he was a man with a bitter past. Maybe if she got to know him better, she would be able to figure out why he killed Mj.

“ You want to talk about it?” She asked.” You and your sister don’t get along too?”

“No my brother.” He said.

She nodded her head.” You guys have made your peace now?”

“ I don’t think can ever forgive him although he's dead now, " Sam replied.

“Why? What did he do?” Bianca felt like a leech for pressing but she needed to know all she could about this man.”

She stood up and got a bottle of beer for him, he opened it and gulped it down.

“Thanks, how did you know that I needed that?”

“You’re welcome. So what ever did your brother do to you?” Bianca asked.

“He bleeped my wife” he replied.” And got her with child,”

Hello greenstar,

You may take off the number now. Thanks.

Chapter Five


Bianca had no idea what she hoped to achieve in life but if there was one thing she was certain of it was putting Sam Tucker behind bars for the rest of his miserable life and that is if she did not kill him before the cops got to him. He might have the charm, the rogue persona, the abs and the physique to trap gullible women but not her. She had also noticed how good he looked. Curly blonde hair, finely sculpted face and lips which begged to be kissed. But he wasn't her type and he would never be. Mj was tall, with a broad chest and black hair. Mj was a man who Sam couldn't hold a candle to. He was a hard worker and an honest man. As for Sam, she knew he was a low life and a criminal. Yet, she had extended an invitation to him.

She wanted him to see what he had done to her. She wanted him to see Martha Faraday, a woman who had been so full of life six months ago and reduced to a vegetable within the blink of an eye. She wanted Sam to see how much damage he had done to them by snatching MJ away from them. He had killed Mj, destroyed their dreams and shattered the life of his poor mother and the cops expected her to sit by and do nothing?

She checked herself in the mirror for one last time, satisfied with what she saw, she picked up her purse and walked into the kitchen where the jar of cookies she had made for Mrs. Faraday was. She placed it in the big basket holding their dinner of roasted turkey, pumpkin pie-Mrs. faraday’s favorite and some apple pies. She included some disposal plates, cups and cutlery.
A knock sounded on her door and she glanced her wrist watch. 5.00pm. I must take note of everything about him, she decided as she answered the door. She had worn a knee length skirt with a white blouse and a black jacket. She also wore a light make up and perfume. One part of her mind told her that she was trying to look good for him. But she knew it was a lie. It was thanksgiving day and she wanted to look good for herself.

“Wow, you look good.” He complimented her

He wore a black slack and a blue shirt. Blue looked very good on him and Bianca found herself looking at him much longer than she intended. She must remember that she was on a mission to bring him down.

“Thanks. You’re not bad yourself.” She said, casually. She wondered if he was the type to let his tongue loose if he had too much to drink. She smiled as an idea took root in her mind.

“A penny for your thought,” He said, flashing her a smile.

“I’m sorry” The words rolled off her tongue before she could stop them.

“Shall we?” He asked.

"Yes," She said and went in for the basket.

“ Let me hold that for you.” He said, pointing to the dinner basket.

What if he tried to assault me on the way? The thought suddenly popped into her head and she patted the gun laying in her purse.

“Thank you” She said and handed it to him.

She followed him outside and searched for his bike.” Where is your bike?”

“That’s my second baby.” He said and pointed to a van. “I thought it would be better if we use it tonight.”

“Umm… that is very thoughtful of you.”She said.

He opened the door for her, waited for her to sit down before closing the door. She gave him directions to the old people's home and they drove in silence until she became uncomfortable with the silence. It was time to put the first phase of her plan into action; find out all she could about him and get him to trust her.

“What do you do for a living?” She asked.

“I have told you before. This and that.” He replied.

“Specifically what?” She asked.

“What do you do for a living?” He asked.

“I write” She said, between clenched teeth.

“Stories?” He asked.

“Songs and I also teach music” She said.

“I’d like hear one of your songs.” He said.

“I don’t sing. I only write.” She replied.

“I’d like to see one of your songs then.” He said.

“I no longer write songs,” She replied.

“Why if I may ask” He asked.

“It’s personal.” She replied.

“How about you tell me why and I also tell you something personal about myself?” He said.

She mulled it over and decided that it sounded good. He was reluctant to talk about himself and that goes to show he really had a secret.

” Okay,” she said,” I no longer write songs because it just stopped coming to me.”

He looked at her and said, ” Don’t force it, give it time and maybe you need to make some peace with your conscience. I presume you feel guilty over something or maybe it’s just a phase which will soon go away.” He reached for her hand and gave it squeeze and she felt an electric bolt run
through her.

“Your turn.” She said with a tremor in her voice.

“Oh. I am allergic to chocolates.” He said.

“What?” She screamed in anger, “How is that personal or a secret?”

“Nobody knows that about me except for you.” He replied with a grin.
******

“ Thanks for tonight” Bianca said and meant it.

He had been so charming and sweet towards Mrs. Faraday. He laughed at her dry jokes and equally told some dry ones which made her gave out pearls of laughter. It was the first time in six months that she heard the old woman laugh and she seemed almost like her old self. Her nurses kept blushing and they nearly laid themselves at Sam's feet, making themselves his for the taking.

" You’re welcome” he said."Thank you for inviting me. I had so much fun,"

"Me too," She said and quickly clamped her hand over her mouth.

He let out a laughter which made her laugh. She couldn't stop laughing and suddenly she became quiet. She was acting so unlike herself.

An awkward silence ensued as they both stood on the threshold of her apartment, staring at each other, His blue eyes blazed in the darkness and she could see a certain dark flames in them. He wanted her. The realization jolted her and at the same time sent butterflies to the pit of her stomach. Her stupid heart lept and started flipping back and forth and she felt like giving herself a slap! She was on a mission and a woman on a mission shouldn’t be feeling this way.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, gently pulling her into his strong arms.

MJ. Mj had also asked her the same question on their second date and she had said yes. They had driven to a lake side which he said was his special spot and they made out in the open, with the sky as their blanket and now his murderer was also asking the same question. She didn’t realize that a tear had slipped down her cheek until she felt the tip of his finger brush it away. Sam took her silence as a yes and planted his lips softly on hers. His tongue traced the contours of her lips, nibbling on it. His tongue sought out hers and he kissed her passionately. She made a small sound in her throat as she braced her arms on his chest. He broke the kiss and then she came back to her senses. She whirled around, unlocked her door and fled into her apartment.

kikiwendy:
Aunty bibijay nice story... Sorry I started late. Still waiting for you to remember "Life the way I see it."

Thanks sis. How are you?

ADECULATE:
creeza hmmmm. I no wan hear say benedict die oo, shey u hear me. In btw weldone Op. I tink sam(wesley) is innocent of all dis bianca paranoids/accusations jare

Hmmn

crazygod:

Thanks for dropping two beautiful updates.

Eshe sir

Creeza:
If my hunch is right, im suspecting Alice , hmmm some sisterly blood with hatred going on here. But why?

Bianca baby please dont get a gun.
He who lives by it dies by it. #karma, ask Benedict my character in the ' X 'series( upcoming tho. Sorry for this bibi HOPE im pardoned?)

and the cops are not helping at all. I wonder what that female cop whispered to ashwood.

Thanks Bibijay. I could not read earlier because i was so engrossd in work. Man gats chop

More please.

Yea it's pardoned. yes man gats work oo

* continues*

Sam knocked on her door, a wide grin on his face. He waited patiently, whistling. On the third knock, she opened the door, stared at him and banged it again. She had flour on her chin, her nose and hairline. She looked so delectable in a body hugging polo and tight Jean. He knocked on her door again and she opened it. Sam wondered why she was scared of him. She wiped her hands on her jean nervously and Sam could tell that she shivered for a second or two before she managed to compose herself. What was it about me that unnerved her? Did she watch the trial too? That was three years ago, could that be the reason she was always jittery around me? Sam thought.

If she is so scared of me, why didn’t she send me away, call the cops or something? She walked out of the apartment and shut it behind her.

“Hi, Bianca,” Sam said, grinning.

“What are you doing here?” She asked brusquely.

“I live here, remember?” Sam said with laughter.

She blinked hard.” Excuse me?”

Sam laughed a little.” I mean we are practically neighbors. I live on this street. Did you not wonder how I knew your house the day I offered you a ride? That is because I know where you live.”

“Oh. How long have you been around?” She said in a shaky voice.

“Why do you ask?" Sam asked, teasing her.

“How long have you been in Dallas?” She asked.

“I was born here but I traveled a lot. I haven’t been around for a while,”

“How long have you been around?” She asked again.

“Three months. It took me almost a month to decide if I should get an apartment or not.”

“What do you do?” she asked.

“Oh this and that. You?” Sam replied.

“Same here” She said, folding her arms across her chest. Sam swallowed hard when her hands pushed her breasts higher. She was a beautiful lady and he couldn't help being attracted to her. Lord help him but he couldn't help his feelings for her.

“Happy thanksgiving” Sam said.

“Happy thanksgiving to you too. Shouldn’t you be with your family?” She asked.

“I’ve got none.” Sam replied.

Her expression soften briefly before it harden again. “Okay,”

“Are you doing anything tonight?” Sam asked. “Or is your family coming over?” Sam deliberately fixed his gaze on her wedding ring. “You are married?”

“Not anymore.” She replied.

“So about tonight.” Sam asked.

“Yea?”

“Any plans?” Sam asked again.

“Yes.”

“With your ex?”

She shook her head. “My mom in-law. You can come along if you don’t mind. We’ll have dinner with her.” She tilted her head backwards, like she was daring him to say no.

“That would be great! I will bring wine.” Sam said.

“Non-alcoholic” she said.

“Non-alcoholic.” Sam repeated.” What time should I pick you up?”

“Five pm," Bianca said.

“Cool. See you at five.” Sam said.

She watched him get on his bike before she went back into the house.
****
Sam was about to leave the house when a knock sounded on his door. He looked through the peephole and saw two cops on his door steps. He swore under his bed and raced back into his living room. He lifted up the couch foam and slipped out a gun. He ran into his bathroom and buried it between his laundry. He took a deep breath before answering the door. One of the cops was fat while the older was a slim, young guy.

“Hello,” One of the cop said.

"Hello Officer," Sam said with a false smile." How may I help you?"

They pulled out their badges and introduced themselves.

"Mind if we come in?" The fat one asked.

"Please do come in," Sam said, opening the door wider.

"So why are you guys here?" Sam asked, "I was about to step out of the house before I heard your knock."

"We won't take much of your time," The fat cop said again, "We only want to ask you a couple of questions."

"I have got a date and I will hate to keep my lady and waiting," Sam said.

"Do you happen to know Micheal Faraday junior?" The younger cop asked.

"No," Sam lied.

"The name doesn't ring a bell?" He asked again.

"No, should it?" Sam asked.

“By the way, that locket around your neck can we see it?” The fat cop asked.

“Yea sure” Sam replied and pulled it over his head. She’s smarter than I thought, Sam said to himself.

The cops examined it and opened the locket for the first time in three years. Sam felt pains rushing through his veins and he almost doubled over. He kept it hidden for three years after the incident until tonight. He figured Bianca saw Mj's locket so he had switched it to his.

“Your family?” He asked, staring at Felicity and Debby’s picture. He turned it over and stared at the back of it. He handed it over and Sam slipped it around his neck.

"Yes," Sam replied.

"Okay. We apologise for wasting your time," The fat cop said.

They walked out and Sam closed the door.

He wondered what Bianca was up to and why she sent the cops after him when she could have confronted him herself. Sam cussed himself for being careless. He could only hope that all goes according to plan. He removed Felicity’s locket and on a second thought slipped it around his neck again. He couldn’t afford to arouse Bianca’s suspicion until he was certain she that could trust me. Suddenly Sam was transported back to his past. Tears filled his eyes as he saw his little girl, dancing.

“Daddy, daddy,” Debby’s voice rang out in his ears. “See me now Daddy, Daddy see me.”

“Wesley! The house is on fire!” Felicity’s voice rang out.” You want us dead! You want us dead and now you’ve set the house on fire!”

“Yea I want you dead” Sam heard himself say.” Maybe it will give me the peace I seek!”

The whole building was on fire and he could hear his daughter screaming. He started running towards the stairs, yelling out her name. Sam snapped out of his riverie and took the bottle of wine on the table. His past was long buried, it's time to face the present.

Chapter Four

Bianca walked into the police station and asked of detective Arnold. He had been very kind to her in the past and he seemed to be the only one sympathetic to her plight. She was told that he wasn't around but she could see his partner, detective Ashwood. She was ushered into Ashwood's cozy office.He was a balding man in his forties with a mustache. His eyes seemed kind but his face wasn't. She couldn't read the expression on his face and it made her nervous.

"You are welcome, Mrs. Faraday," He said, standing up to shake her hand." You may sit down."

"Thank you," Binca said and sat down.

"What can I offer you? Coffee or tea?" Ashwood asked.

Binca ran her tongue over her chapped lips."No, I am fine. Thanks,"

"So what brought you here?" The cop asked.

"Someone has been trailing me," She said, " He also had my late husband's locket on him. He seems to know where I live too and he even offered to take me home."

" Your husband's murderer offered you a ride?" The cop asked." What makes you think he's the one who murdered your husband?"

“His name is Sam Tucker” Bianca said. “I know he is my husband’s killer. I swear it to you! I saw my husband’s locket on his neck. And he knows where I live!” She was on the verge of tears again but she schooled her voice to sound normal. Normal was a word she no longer related to. Since Mj's death nothing had ever been the same.

"Alright, please keep calm." He said and stood up."Please give me just a second."

Ashwood walked out of his office and returned after some minutes.

“Ma'am,” Ashwood said.” We have run several searches on our computers but that name is not in our database. It’s either you’ve gotten the wrong name or-“

“He killed Mj!” She yelled. "That guy killed Mj! Don't you know your job anymore? Please go arrest him!"

“Your husband was mugged and _”

“And you have done nothing to catch his killers! He was clubbed to death!" She yelled, crying. “Please don’t let his killers go scot free, please do something. This guy has been trailing me, maybe he wants to kill me too or something. I think he’s a psychopath who takes delight in killing and harming innocent people. Please don’t let another innocent person lose their life. You probably think that I am being paranoid but I know what I saw. That guy had my Mj’s locket around his neck!”

“Maybe it wasn’t the same Locket you saw.” Ashwood said, his voice slightly raised.“Can you give a description of this guy and the locket?”

“Yes. He’s got blue eyes, crooked nose and a scar at his left temple but the scar isn’t so horrible to look at. It’s sort of made him look more dangerous and…”

“Okay, I get it. How tall is this guy?”

“Maybe 5’9 or-“

A tall, dark skinned female cop walked into the office and whispered something into his ear and left and he gave Bianca a funny look which made me sit up.

He flipped through some files and looked at her again. “You have made similar reports before and it turned out to be a hoax, on four different occasions in the last six months.”

“Well…” Bianca said, “This time around, I am certain. He’s got black hair and he had on Mj’s locket. Wait a second, I am not sure of the color of his hair yet but I think it's blonde."

“Mrs. Faraday, I understand that you lost your husband on your wedding night and that must have been a terrible experience for you. We are doing all we can to bring his killers to book but you can’t keep accusing everyone of killing your husband. We had our men stationed on your street for some weeks and we are certain no one is stalking you. I will suggest you go see a shrink, please don’t get me wrong. I will suggest you see a shrink or you take a vacation. It will take your mind off a whole lot of things. I lost my wife too and we’ve got three beautiful girls. They remind me of her everyday but I stay strong for them.” He said."I know what you are going through now,"

Bianca wanted to scream at him again but she had lost the will to. No one understood her.They all thought that she was going crazy. He said he knew how she felt but he was wrong. At least he had time with his wife before she died, at least she gave him something of herself, something to remember her by. Mj left without a goodbye. She wasn’t even allowed to see him until the cops had finished examining his body. His bloody clothes were the first thing she saw. If he truly understood how she felt, he would have gotten his men together and they would have dragged Sam Tucker by his hair to the station already.

“Mrs. Faraday?” Ashwood said.

“Yes” Bianca replied in a clipped tone.

“For your peace of mind, we will check out this Sam Tucker guy.” He said.” We are doing all we can to bring those bad guys to book. We appreciate your efforts.”

“Thank you.” She muttered.

It is up to me now. Mj, I would do all I could to bring your killers down, starting with Sam Tucker, which I was sure wasn’t his real name to begin with. She stood up shakily and made her way out of the station. Sam Tucker, you better be ready for me because I won’t give up without a fight. She thought and wondered where she could get a gun.
*************


“Mom,” Bianca said, balancing the phone between her ear and shoulder. “No I won’t be coming home for thanksgiving.”

“Why?” she asked. “You have a new man now? Is that why you won’t be coming? Are you meeting his family?”

“No I am not meeting anyone’s family!” She said exasperatedly.

‘’When are we meeting this young man, Bianca? “ Mom asked. “Robert! Robert!” She yelled for her husband, "Our Bianca has finally started dating again!”

Bianca sighed and almost rolled her eyes. “Mom please-“

“Bee,” Dad said, taking the phone from her. “I am happy to hear you’re finally dating again. Is he white? Baby girl, you know you can date anyone irrespective of their colors right?”

"I know dad,” Bianca sighed.

“Oh your sister is here now! She just walked through the door with her monkeys in tow! That girl pops a baby every week, I tell you, but I am happy. I am happy my girls are women now and…”

“Granpa! Granpa!” Bianca heard her nieces and nephew scream.

“Ho! Ho! Ho!” Dad laughed, and the kids’s laughter twittered through the phone.


“Dad, dad’’ Bianca said, trying to regain his attention.” I’ve got to go dad”

“My princess, your sister is here now” Dad said.

“Who are you talking to daddy? The drama queen?” Bianca heard her elder sister, Alice, say.

“Don’t talk about your lil sister like that.” Dad reprimanded Alice.

“I hope she’s not coming home. I am tired of everyone babying her just because Mj died. She’s not the first to lose her husband and she won’t be the last. I have everything, money, a house, a husband, and beautiful kids and I’ve also got a college degree but nobody ever notices me! It’s always about her! She’s the talented one! The beautiful one! The one who everyone frets over because who knows what she might do any second? She’s the one who flunked college, she’s the one with no job! An empty bank account but she’s the one y’all loves!" Alice said.

“That's enough!” Dad shouted and banged the phone.

“I love you all too.” Bianca said into the dead connection. “I love you all too. Even you Allie,”

smileing:
Bibijay why nau
Why this kind of starvation
Update quick before I call 911

Sorry, will drop another one tonight.

Creeza:
Oya let me call 911 , i don catch killer o!

Thanks bibi I cant imagine that he even wore mj's locket. Such impetus. Such audacity. Such hypocrisy, arrant nonsense, lack of respect, even for a dead man.

But wait o, Bibi I thought Mj was Bianca's son. Hope am nt seeing double?

lol i know why you are confused. Mj's mom is Mrs faraday. Bianca is also Mrs. Faraday because her Husband was Mj Faraday

veekid:
Somebody call 911! Nice update, are we getting another tomorrow or sooner?

Yea, tonight

veekid:
I'm not a writer I'll have wifey do that on my behalf! Bibijay123

Not this time husby

maggilove:
present ma

Ekabo

ADECULATE:
another block buster don land oo. Tanks 4 d mention bibijay123. Following till d end

You are welcome

veekid:
Has anyone seen my wife around? Can't see her at home after a long journey.

Lol she's here

jagugu88li:
Make I finish pot na.........I go soon reach for there

Lol

Creeza:
Bibi where update na?

Updated dear

Chapter Three


She ran out of the hospital like the devil was on her heels. She suddenly stopped and started laughing like a maniac when she saw her car key in her hand. She had forgotten that she had driven herself to the hospital. She knew she would soon be in an asylum if she continued on this path. I will have to pick up my car tomorrow, she thought. Bianca caught her reflection on the glass doors of one of the fashion stores by the sidewalk and stared back in shock. A stranger stared back at her. She looked like something the cat wouldn’t even drag in. She couldn't believe she was the haggard woman reflected on the glass doors. Her eyes were blood shot and her nose looked like a rat nibbled on it all night long. She ran her hand through her tangled hair and continued walking. She had that familiar feeling being watched and she gritted her teeth in anger. For Christ sakes! Who would kidnap you in broad day light and in the middle of a busy road? She asked herself. She was being paranoid. But she couldn't help looking back, over her shoulders. There was a man on a black, motor bike in front of the fashion store she had caught her reflection on few seconds ago. Two women were walking arm-in arm into the shop while a granny was strolling by with a baby carrier, there were people all over the place but she couldn't say why he stood out. She shivered and her hands trembled. She slipped out her cell phone before she realized it.

“Bianca stop! Stop before they term you ‘crazy’” She muttered to herself.

She walked faster and bumped into a man in her haste to get back to the sanctuary of her apartment.

“Miss, are you alright?’’ he asked kindly.

“Y..yes. I’m sorry” She apologized.

“Its’s alright.” He said and walked away.

She took a deep breath and looked back but the man on the bike was gone, She could have imagined it all and she wondered if she was starting to hallucinate. She was so lost in thoughts that she crossed the road before she realized it. It happened so fast and her heart was pounding in her ears. She was in the middle of the road and surrounded by cars. She blinked her eyes over and over. She had almost got herself killed. She felt a touch on her shoulder. She whirled around mechanically and stared into the eyes of the biker.

“You okay?” He asked in a deep voice.

She stared into his deep blue eyes and rather than seeing the anger she thought she would find, it was filled with concern. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, staring back at her. She was certain a head full of blond hair was underneath the helmet he wore. She was also certain this guy was trailing her.

She took a step back while car horns blared all around her. He got off his bike and helped her to the side walk. Is this the guy who murdered my husband? She thought. Why was he trailing me?

“Next time you feel like committing suicide, please do it in your room.” He said and flashed her a smile.

Her eyes widened in shock or fear. There was something sinister about him and his eyes were so dark and dangerous.

“Hey, hey, I’m only joking. You seemed so lost in thought and this is a busy road.” He said.

“I’m sorry.” She said and felt like a small girl. She wondered why she felt the need to apologize and tell him that she wasn't always so careless.

“I am Sam Tucker,” he said and stretched out a hand.

The movement caused his leather jacket to ripple and then she saw it. Mj's locket. It was dangling in a mass of curly dark hairs on his hard, broad chest. Her heart dropped to her feet and she felt the world spin around. She blinked back the tears which was burning at the back of her eyes. The filthy basta.rd wore Mj’s locket, her wedding gift to him. When she was handed his bloody clothes at the hospital she couldn’t find the locket. She thought it had been misplaced while he was being taken to the morgue. This was the guy or one of the guys who beat him to death. This was MJ’s killer and he had been following her! Maybe he wanted her dead too.

Sam wondered why she suddenly looked like she had seen a ghost. Maybe a ‘Sam’ had broken her heart before or she simply detested the name ‘Sam’. She looked so pale and frail and very frightened. She was trying very hard not to show her fear and he gave a little smile to ease her up. He remembered the first time he saw her. She was huddled up in a little corner of the hospital, crying. She had wept so much that he was afraid she might do serious harm to herself but he did not want to intrude in such an agonizing moment. So he stood back and let her cry her heart out. Although he had never forgiven himself for that.

After that night, he had accidently caught glimpses of her while she went in and out of the hospital twice. It wasn’t accidentally per se, it was more like he had gone to the hospital with the hope of catching glimpses of her, just to know how she was doing. He wished he could explain everything to her and relay her husband's last words to her but he was a coward. He wasn’t ready to face the cops again and neither was he ready to see the four walls of prison again.

"What is your name?" Sam asked, even though he already knew it. He also knew that she was still mourning her husband. He stretched out his hand for a handshake, mentally daring.

“I’m Mrs. Bianca Faraday,” She said with a little smile and took his hand in a firm handshake.

She’s got gumption, he thought. “I think I have seen you around” He said, reluctant to let her go.

“Amos Lane?” she asked warily.

“Yes.” He was caught unaware and replied before he realized his mistake. Damn! If he wasn't careful she would find out the truth about him.

She nodded. “Okay, I’ve got to go. See you around.”

“Bianca?” He said.

“Mrs. Faraday!” She screamed, fisting her hand by her side.
Sam grinned at her.

“I'm sorry," He said, "I am new in the neighborhood and ……” He broke off, subtlety wasn’t his strongest forte.’’ Mind having a cup of coffee with me sometime?”

Her eyes widened like an overturned saucers. She was so beautiful and he felt like wrapping his arms around her. She looked like he had invited her to hell.

“Yea sure.” She said, taking him by surprise.

“Good” He said, relieved. That was easier than he thought. “I mean thanks, I look forward to it.
Mind if I drop you off? I assume you are heading back home.”

“Thank you,” She said,” but you’ve got only one helmet.”

Sam removed his helmet and handed it to her.

"I'm not going home now," She said and handed the helmet back to him.

"Alright, see you later," He said with a mock salute.

He wore the helmet and drove off. She slipped out her phone and dailed 911.