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waluga:
nice one....but for shape...seen her kinda gal before....not virgin but act like one and tempt guys with there endowment but still wanna do but there ego wont make dem wanna give

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I weak o
Thanks bro.

Ifecoded:
You think just two updates is enough to bribe us right? No matter how long those updates are, your ass needs spanking, like good thrashing o, like that of Juve- Barca.
Anyways good to see you back.
Chipappii

Lol. Bros abeg. Have mercy.

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ozil01:
Oga chipapi,
Well done oo, u don come bvck...thank God oo
Based on logistics these story don they twist my head like oliver twist...
buh na wa oo, u show u know even call me....
isoryt i would cry alone...after all na only me waka come

Baba no vex abeg. Welcome

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Emekus92:
S William killed his parents. Nice write u bro keep it up

Thanks bro

Each time he looked into her eyes, his soul seemed to know a kind of peace he couldn't explain, whenever she was there, nothing else seemed to be real except what he felt for her. Even the thought of her being his seemed a mirage. He could stare at her for a stretch of seconds and not blink, she would often taunt him over his stares.

"The way you look at me, one would think you would eat me if you had the chance."
"I would eat you if I could."
"Why don't you try," she replied, flashing her natural long eyelash at him.
"I would have to kill you to eat you, I will sure die after you."
She giggled and hugged him.

Times like that was one of those moments he would wish a day would last 1000 hours and not 24 hours. He could never get enough of her.

Kim was the only person Williams could swear that he loved, she came just when he needed her and now she was dead. The whole world could squeeze into the hole she left in his heart and it would still look like a drop of water into the ocean.

He couldn't cry for her, he didn't see tears as the best he could give her, he just swore to send the people that killed her after her.

She had been a victim of the politics. People wanted her father dead and she just happened to be in the way, in the end she was killed, her father too.

"You know, when I think of it, I just fail to figure it out," he started, smiling up at the star lit sky.
"What dear?" she asked, working on his hairs, twisting them into a coil.
"It's just how I have managed to live all these whiles, not knowing someone like you and then all of a sudden, you showed up and it's like I can't even breath when you are not there."
She shut her eyes and dropped her head on his, he inhaled the scent from her hair and smiled.
"I love you Will," she whispered.
"I love you too Kim."

They walked through the green field holding onto each other, their path lit by the moon. They walked to her car and lay against it.
"I am going to miss you," he muttered and kissed her lightly on the lips. She held his head and pulled it closer to her face, she bit his lips lightly and they went into a kissing spree, neither of them wanting to let go.

"I could do this all night," he murmured, biting her earlobes.
"I could too but it's getting later, dad would be worried."
"Yea, so how's tomorrow going to be?" he asked.
"I'm free like air, hope you are still coming over?"
"Sure thing, just put your old man somewhere he won't be a bother to us."
She laughed and rubbed the tip of her nose against his and he laughed too.
"He is running out of town tomorrow, don't know where he is going though, so he won't be a bother."
"That's cool, so it's all us alone."
"Sure, come let me drop you off, it's already 10pm."

She let him drive her like she had always done. They drove through the silent street, falling in love over and over again over a blues playing on the car stereo. Each time he looked at her, her deep blue eyes came at him, tearing his heart into shreds leaving him helpless against his own emotions. He loved her and there was no denying it.

"When do we get to be together forever?" she asked, placing her head round his shoulder.
"Soon, after I talk to your dad."
"Are you scared of talking to him?" she asked, beaming her bright eyes on him.
"No I'm not, just want to know when it's convenient enough, the gap between both our families is as big as."
"As big as what?" she asked, her eyes still on him.
"I don't know, maybe as big as the gap between St Mathews and Georgian."
She let out a giggle and roughened his hair with her left hand.
"I knew you would say that."
"Really?" he asked, shifting his gaze from the road to her eyes.
"Yes, but then, our love is there to bridge the gap, not so?"
"I guess," he replied and nodded.

He pulled over in front of their house and turned to face her.
"I hate saying goodbye each time," he muttered and kissed her.
"Tomorrow is ours dear, I love you like sick," she whispered and hugged him.
"Yes, Tomorrow is ours and I would make sure we grab it for ourselves alone, no Mr Taylor to ruin it for us."
She laughed and rubbed her nose against his.
"I will lock him in the basement if he tried to," she whispered and they both laughed.
Glances exchanged and the promise of meeting again tomorrow were made, he kissed her Goodnight, the last he ever did, the moment he walked out of the car was the last he ever saw her alive.

He banged his fist against the wooden table as the memories flash through his head, he could almost feel her touches in the dark room. He bit his lips and anticipated the feeling he would get if she was there to kiss him. He eyes grew red with fury and he shook his head, clenching his fist.

"I will get them all, even if it will mean my fucking life."

BlissfulJeff:
weldone bro.nice story

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stephenGee12:
Chipapii boss I still dey here oooo.... But u f up sha. No updates on nl and blog. Welcome back.
Try call everyone back and let them no that the king of cold is back..

Thanks Bro! It was school and exam o . Thanks

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August had decided to spend his last night with the only member of the Rodneck family that he actually loved. They had bade each other goodnight at exactly 9pm. They walked into their room and shut the door behind them.

"Now, it's going to be scary at the graveyard," he whispered to her, sliding the window open.
"I don't mind, you will be there with me, right?"
"Yea, just don't want you to start squealing or anything."
"I happen to be braver than you," she announced, he turned from the window to face her in the darkness, the bright moon cast it's rays on her face.
"No you are not," he replied.
"Yes I am."
"You are not!"
He was determined to let the argument drag but she wasn't. She was too eager to be at the graveyard for the first time.
"Can we get going now?" she asked, he turned back to the window and climbed out. She followed behind him and he grabbed her halfway, helping her to the ground.

They made their way through the streets, slipping through alleys at intervals and moving in the shadows, away from the lights of the moon.
Far behind them, Jaycee walked, his hand clutching his pistol strapped to his waist.

They branched off at the church entrance and trudged slowly to the back of the church, wading their way through the cluster of wooden crosses on the graves, the walked to Joseph's grave, he introduced her to him like he was there live with them, she wiped a tear from her eyes when she noticed the sorrow in his voice.

"Don't cry, I'm sure he is in heaven," she consoled with a teary voice.
"He killed people too, they were bad people but God won't allow killers into heaven, right?"
"God will forgive him and accept him, I will pray for him every night."
He nodded and so much wished she was right about the forgiveness, he still had his doubts. He clutched her hand and led her to Maria's grave.

"She was my only sister, I killed the man that shot her."
She squeezed his hand at the revelation and sniffed. They stood silent for a while before she jerked her head up and took a look around the entire graveyard. The sheer size of it and the core silence got to her and she shivered from fear for the first time.

"I think someone is here," she whispered, holding onto him. He took a look around and everywhere was silent.
"Nobody is here, it's just us."
"But I heard something," she insisted and he frowned.
"It's just your mind deceiving you. You are scared already."

They both sat on the grave in silence for some time, the sound of movements from behind them startled them and they turned with a jerk, Oscar appeared before them with a broad smile. Janet was already on her way to freaking out when August grabbed her and calmed her down.

"Sorry I took too long, had things to take care of," he apologized and August nodded.
"Who is she?" he asked, nodding towards Janet.
"My friend, her name is Janet."
"How are you Janet?" he asked, taking a seat on the grave beside them. She murmured a "fine thank you" and kept mute again.
"So August, how's school?"
"I'm leaving town tomorrow," he announced. Oscar gave him a sharp looked which he returned.
"To where?"
"New York."
"Why, who's idea?"
"Jaime, I took care of Terry and again something happened," he answered, suddenly feeling a tinge of pride, remembering his encounter with Terry.
"Okay, One at a time boy," they both heaved s sigh and he continued "What happened with Terry?"
"I put him down with a shovel, it was after school and he was begging me, lying there on the floor but I took my revenge well enough." he replied with pride and Oscar nodded.
"There, you are on your way to becoming a real Donati."
August nodded with a smile of satisfaction on his face.
"Now, the second part, what happened?"

He told him the story of the attempted kidnap and the shoot out, Oscar expressed mock surprise as he drew him a picture of the event. He pulled a paper from his pocket and handed it over to him.

"There's an address, you can always send a later while you are gone."
He took the paper and slipped it into his pocket.
"We have to Go home," he muttered, getting up from the grave, Janet followed suit.
"Okay. Don't forget to write when you can."
"Yes....."
He was interrupted by the sound of moving feet. Janet clutched tighter to him while Oscar drew his pistol.
They combed the dark silent grave yard and everywhere was empty.

"Did you hear that?" Oscar whispered and August murmured a yes.
They kept silent for some seconds before a they saw a dark, lone figure walking towards them, the moon highlighting the silhouette of a firearm in his hand.

"Who are you?" Oscar shouted and got no reply. An uneasy silence followed in which the three of them stood there in visible fear, Oscar torn between the decision of making a run for it or blowing the advancing stranger into bits. He was still at it when Carlos walked into their clear view, his gun pointed at Oscar.

"Drop it," he ordered coldly, nodding towards the gun in Oscar's hand. He hesitated but the sound of Carlos releasing the safety catch of his gun compelled him. He dropped the gun to the ground slowly and slid over to his feet.

"Now, August, follow me," he commanded, picking the gun from the ground.
August stood for a while staring at the dark face which shone under the light of the moon.

"No!" he snapped. Everyone turned to look at him, a great deal of surprise on each of their faces.
"Ain't got time to waste with you kid, get moving," he snapped.
August moved back, clutching Janet by the hand, he dragged her closer and broke into a run, Carlos made a move to go after then, shifting his attention from Oscar, he grabbed the opportunity and threw a punch across his face. The stun sent him tumbling over the grave, he fell face down still holding onto the two guns.

Oscar dropped a kick on him and missed by a hair as he rotated to his back and fired the two guns at him, he jumped to the ground, picking himself up as fast and made a run to the side of a grave, using the big cross as shield.

Carlos got up from the grave and search his surroundings with eyes.
"Come on man, show your dead face so I can be through with this, I got a kid to catch," he yelled, doing a 360 degree spin in search for both August and Oscar, the guns ready in his hands.

Oscar peeped from behind the Cross at him, he had his back on him, yelling away into the night.
He crawled out from behind the Cross and stood up stealthily. He did his calculations and made a dash for Carlos and would have nailed him if he hadn't done a last second shift. Oscar's punch flew through the air and threw him off balance.
Carlos popped in a feet for him and he tumbled to the ground, just before him.

"Here we are again, my gun and your gun in your face, any last wishes?"
Oscar looked up at him in anger, the smug on his face hit hard at him and he felt so angry and defeated.

"My last wish, when you are done killing me, you can go Bleep your self!"
"Oh, I will try to remember that," he replied with a grin.
"And one last thing,"
"What?"
"Watch out for August, he will decapitate you soon enough."
"Oh,I look forward to that, now get up and get on your knees," he commanded, Oscar got up on his knees, backing him and ready for his execution.

He thought he heard the hammer click and closed his eyes, the sound was distance but a little loud, he felt the heavy body drop on his back and the weight sent him crashing to the ground under the weight of Carlos. 2 more gunshots followed and Carlos spread out, still on him.

"You look quite comfortable there."
He could swear with his life that the voice was Jaycee's. He heaved the body off him and lay back on the ground, staring up at the boyish grin.
"Impeccable timing bro," he replied, breathing heavily.
Jaycee gave him his right hand, he grabbed onto it and he pulled him up from the ground.

"I saw it all," Jaycee said with a smile.
He bent down and brushed off the dust from his body and then straightened again.
"Saw what?"
"You, you could have hit him before he got to you, you just stood there staring at him."
"Bleep it man, I thought it was you bro."
"Yea right, you thought it was me, I knew Nancy would have done it better than you," he said with a grin and Oscar shook his head, he could take the joke at least he came out alive and he was glad about it.
They shifted their attention to the body on the ground, observing it like cops on a crime scene.

"What do we do with him?" Jaycee asked, giving Oscar a stare.
"He died in a grave yard, if you ask me, there's no where more perfect."
"Good then, pick the guns lets get out of here."
"The kids?"
"I bet they are at home now, we will meet again, at least I'm glad August happened to have more guts than you."
Oscar gave him a long stare and he burst out laughing.
He knew the taunting was just about to start as they walked out into the street, passing Williams in his black coat hidden at a dark alley.


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My brother looked even more confused than James was the day I was mumbling about what Naza told me. The look on Willy's face was to die for, as in, it can kill you. If not for the cute face and the neat beards, you would have called him an slowpoke.

"What are even saying? That Chinaza is sick and went to the hospital, so? She is here naa and she is not dead."
"Bro I am trying to say that she is pregnant," I said and expected him to place both his hands on his head. He merely smiled.

"Congratulations dear," he was referring to Chinaza. "I hope the guy responsible is going to marry you before the sign turns up."

Chinaza merely shook her head, she knew Willy was a clown most of the time.
"Bro, the baby is mine," I said it slowly, avoiding eye contact. The whole room went silent. For about 5 seconds nobody spoke.
I thought my brother was burning me up with his eyes only to look up and see him staring sheepishly at shape who was at the door.
I just weak for my family.

I slapped his knee and he turned to me sharply.
"What were you saying?"
"I was saying that Chinaza is pregnant for me and that girl at the door is a virgin."
His eyes bulged, I didn't know what made them bulge, whether it was the pregnancy or the Virgin ish. Unwanted pregnancy to Willie was bad news and hooking up with a Virgin was worst. He refers to it as a worthless relationship.

Chinaza stood up and left with Shape. Willie was just engaged in an eye contest with me.
"Jeez, Chex, I have been in this game for 100 years before they gave birth to you and yet no Bleep ups, how could you have been so careless?"
"I don't know o bro. It just happened, I don't even know what to do."
He was giving me that look that unlocks the tear gland in a man, the look that usually says, "Bro you Bleep up and you are finished at the same time".
"What do we do now?" I I asked and he pulled closer to me on the bed.

"Did you tell her of abortion?"
I looked at him and shook my head.
"She didn't even wait for the suggestion, she just change am for me when she suspected that I will bring it up."
"Guy serious Bleep up."
"Yea, Dad will just throw me over the balcony," I murmured, shedding internal tears.
"No he won't," he replied.
"You sure?"
"Yea, he said he no longer needs stress with his children."
"Thank God," I said and heaved a sigh of relief.
"Yes, he is only going to shoot you, he just bought a pump action."
Willie was wicked in a sort, he just dropped it casually like shooting someone was the same thing as flogging him.

"See what we are going to do now," he started and I paid rapt attention, hoping he wasn't going to misyarn.
"Yes?"
"We will go to Dad's office."
"What for?"
"Listen now, abi do you prefer going home first where both him and mom will jointly roast you like roadside maize?"
I shook my head, I had better go with his plan, he was the next man after my father and I believed he controlled some authority.
"We will settle with dad, then we get home, he can help us fix mum."
"Yea, you made sense."
I always knew Willie was a great asset.
"We will talk to Rita too, she will help us."
"Rita will Finish me naa," I protested.
"Yes but she will also help, just relax, you only got her pregnant, you didn't kill her."
I fell back on the bed and hissed. I knew pussy was going to kill me one day but I never expected it to be Chinaza's own.

"So when are we going to see Dad?" I asked getting up from the bed.
"After I get this girl that just left with Naza."
He was devouring the only star in my fridge.
"She is a virgin bro."
He smiled at me and nodded.
"I have readjusted my standards, I am the new Isreal."
"Israel kwa?"
He nodded again and smiled.
"I will tear down that wall of Jericho."

I sighed and fell back on the bed. The next picture on my mind was me and shape on the bed after Willie must have opened her. Jeez, I swear I will be the worst father on earth.

He stood up from the chair and walked outside, probably after shape. He hadn't been gone for more than 30 seconds before Chinaza bursted into my room, holding his hand, against his wish.

"Are you guys done?" she asked me as I stared at them. I nodded and she made Willie take a sit.
"Now, lets discuss about my own issue."
"What issue?" Willie asked.
"My family, how will I tell them about it?"
"It's very easy, you just walk up to them and yarn them what's up."
That was Williams.
"Maybe you should help me, I will appreciate," Chinaza replied him, rolling her eyes.
"Have you told Chinelo?" I asked and she nodded.
"I told her when the result came out."
"What did she say?"
"That I am finished," she answered casually. I had almost forgotten about her parents.
"Fine, I will be there, maybe tomorrow, we will move from dad's office to your dad's." I said and she put down her head, sobbing without tears.
"What now?" I asked.
"God I am finished. My Mom thinks I am still a virgin."

I don't know why I didn't laugh at that, it was damn funny.

Williams took us out in the evening, Me, Chinaza, James and Shape. Somehow, my brother meandered his way into shapes cubicle, shape was all over him in the end. That boy is a magician.
It was at the peak of the moment that I learnt Shape's real name was Chinaza.

I am as amazed as you are.

For a moment, everything seemed normal, Chinaza's pregnancy was thrown to the background while we had the fun of our lives. Willie had come with mom's car and so it was a little high key.

I spent the rest of the night prophesying my undying love for Chinaza. I was drunk and high but she wouldn't bulge, she needed no second pregnancy and when the chips were down. It turned out that Shape was never a virgin, maybe her asshole is still sealed but her pussy was as open as the temple.

I was only pained at what I had missed for almost a year.

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The cool winds blew through his hair and for a minute, it seemed soothing, replacing the piercing pain that burned his flesh.
He laid on the wet glass, soaked wet with water and his own blood. He gasped for breath at intervals and felt the life slowly draining from his body.
When the wind had reduced, he rotated to his back and stared at the starry sky, wishing for death to hasten it's ritual. Strings of tears fell down the side of his face as his body shook from sorrow and self pity.

He must have been lying there for an hour when the sound of feet in the glass startled him. He painfully raised his hand and felt his hips where he would have normally strapped his gun and it was empty. He threw his head back on the ground and prepared himself for whatever that was coming for him. He shut his eyes and in the distance, much like in his own mind, he thought he heard his name, he murmured a "Yea" with his eyes still closed.
"Jaycee, Jaycee!!" Nancy yelled and fell on her knees beside him.
"Oh God Jaycee!" she cried in the darkness, combing his wet hairs with her hand. He opened his eyes slowly and saw her face, he smiled weekly and muttered some inaudible words.
"Baby say something," she begged and held his bleeding hand.
"So I'm dead then?" he managed to ask and she shook her head violently, her tears mixing with the blood at the side of her face.
"No, you are not dead baby."
"But you are dead, I saw you, I yelled out your name but you never moved, but now you are here, you are hear baby and I'm with you, how is that possible?"
"I'm not dead and you are not dead, now keep quiet and let's get you out of here."

She turned out stronger than she had ever thought of herself.
They stumbled through the hilly path, she held on to him as he had managed to carry himself with all the strength left in his weak body which was not much.

"I can still remember what came into my mind when I opened my eyes and saw you there," Jaycee whispered and made a sketch of her eyes with the pencil and made it bolder when he thought the outline was perfect.
"What was that?" She asked trying not to move her face from it's position.
"I will Live," he whispered and thickened the shade on her pupil, switching his gaze from her face to the drawing paper, "even though I wanted to die, I saw your face and saw a thousand reasons to live but yet, there were a million reasons to wish for death."
He erased a part of her eyelid and brushed the debris away from the paper.
"But then, I saw you and the desire to live overcame all." he muttered and smiled in her direction, comparing what he had on paper and her face.
She moved her left hand and felt the outline of his face slowly and he rubbed his skin against her palms. She smiled and pecked him on the forehead.
"I would have drowned in the river if you had died."
Her eyes moistened as she looked at him with an eyes filled with all her heart's content.

"Do I draw in the tears?" he asked with a smile that made her fall in love each time. They both laughed.
"Yes, draw everything."
"I'm done then," he announced and spread the drawing paper on the table, she took a peek and admired the work of art. Only the two of them knew that it was Nancy on that paper, probably because they both knew he was drawing her. If he had said he was drawing a rock with a face-like features, it would have been understandable.
She let out a fake yawn and Jaycee shook his head at her.
"It's Okay to laugh, at least I can draw something, you can't even draw your own hands."
She threw her head back and laughed.
"At least, my drawing of my hand will look more like a drawing of my hand, an octopus would look better than your own drawing."
"Thank you, let's play another game, say a game of card?" he suggested and smiled at her with a wink, he knew he was going to trash her like he had always done. She shook her head in disapproval.
"I know another game," she said with a naughty smile at the corner of her face.
"Which?"
"It's called making babies." she replied. Jaycee returned her naughty smile and engaged her in a hot kiss.


Janet stormed out of the house and sat on the wooden staircase, supporting her head with her hands. She stared at the sky, barely seeing the sun making it's way into the golden cloud. She sniffed from time to time.
August walked out from inside the house and dropped himself beside her on the steps. He threw his face in the direction of the road too and for a minute none of them said a word.

"I don't want you to go," Janet said without looking at him.
"I don't want to go." he replied. She turned to face him and put her hand on his lap.
"I want to go with you August."
He looked at her and fought the urge not to cry. He squeezed her hand and wiped off a tear that was running down her cheek.
"Your father won't allow it."
"I don't care, I will sneak out with you."
He looked at her and wished it was possible although he knew it wasn't.
"You are silly and a little girl, how can you sneak off with me Without your father finding out?" he asked her and she looked away, pushing her little mind to think out a way. She gave up with a sigh when she couldn't think of any way she could do it.
"I don't know," she murmured and tears ran down her face. August held her closer to himself and consoled her. She dug her face into his chest and sulked.
"This night, we will go to the graveyard together." he promised and tears slowly ran down his face too.

Jamie and Kate's shadow darkened the window facing the veranda as they watched the two kids holding onto each other. He smiled and gave a slight nod while Kate frowned in disapproval.
"I wish he could stay, he is turning out to be the brother she never had," he whispered. Kate left the window and walked over to the table, she packed her skirt with her hands and sat on the table, facing her husband who stood at the window with his hands inside the pockets of his grey trouser.
"He can't stay," she said slowly.


"You should get me a little house at the graveyard you know? Then I won't have to move from here to there each time."
"Don't worry, I'm sure we could find a suitable empty grave for you there, Jaycee replied with a wide grin. Oscar hissed and moved over to a chair, landing heavily on it.
"Come on man, don't be a sissy, it's just this night and besides, we are going with you." he said, taking a glance at Nancy and back at Oscar.
"Sure, I just hope your psycho brother won't show up at the party."
"We have guns too, remember?"
"Yea, except that his are much bigger and more lethal."
"Come on bro, why are you so scared, don't make me ask Nancy to do it," he said with a smirk. Oscar looked at him and then at Nancy, he smiled and gave in.
"I'll do it, so you won't have to blame me for her death."
"I bet I will do it better," Nancy bragged and they all burst out laughing.
"I know but don't bother, I got it."


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room brightly enough and every detail in it could be seen clearly. The clock on the wall chimed 4pm, the little sound from the alarm was followed up by Oscar's voice.
"Chill bro, there's got to be explanations for all these"
"There's no fucking explanation for it, how do go about explaining something like that, Williams, who was supposed to be dead turns up alive and that's not the main deal, check it out, he turned up in a black Mercedes, the same make of car that kept coming for us until Maria and Joseph" he chocked a little and continued "until they both died from it all, what the Bleep was he doing in there and by the way, what the Bleep is he still doing alive?"
He didn't wait for an answer to his question, he kept pacing around the scantily furnished room like he had been doing for the past couple of minutes since they came back from the shootout.
"You are supposed to be dead too, you know?" Oscar said and Jaycee paused in his march around the length and breadths of the room.
"This is different, you know that Oscar, this is different" he said, pointing his finger at him to drive home his point.
"How is it different? Because you survived long enough for Nancy to get to you?"
"So? what's your point?"
"You don't think someone must have saved him too? Remember, were you able to see his body after the shooting at the Town Square, no?" he asked rhetorically and adjusted himself on the seat to continue "Since there was no body, it could be possible someone took him away, maybe to hide him from the police just like you are hiding now," Oscar explained, looking up at him from where he sat and shifting his gaze to Nancy who sat at the other end of the room, she kept mute, staring at the blank wall, lost in thought.
"And that someone owns a black Mercedes Benz, the same fucking car that kept coming after us?"
"Could be a coincidence," Oscar replied with a shrug.
"A coincidence? 3 Mercedes cars, all black with tinted glasses, firing shots each time they show up is no fucking coincidence, here in St Mathews, that's what we call a gang and I'm proposing that fucking Williams is part of that bloody gang."
"And you are saying he actually was in the plan to get you all killed?" Oscar asked with an expression of disbelief all over his round face.
"Since he's been alive all these while and kept away from all of us, I'd say everything is possible, I won't be surprised if he was also involved in Pops and Mom's death," he commented with a smug at the side of his face, Oscar scoffed and fell back on his seat.
"This is all incredible," he gasped
"Baby come and sit here." Nancy called out to Jaycee for the first time, he obeyed and walked over to her, she got up and sat on the arm of the couch, making way for him to seat on the chair.
"Just don't get worked up, I'm very sure we will figure it all out soon," she said and rested her head on his shoulder.
"The Donatti family," Oscar muttered and smiled, Jaycee shot a gaze at him followed by Nancy "I wouldn't be surprised to hear a knock on my door and open it to see Joseph and Maria smiling back at me."
"And our parents too, God, it would all be so perfect," Jaycee murmured with a mix of sadness and smile on his face and an eyes that portrayed his wishful thinking.

August sat at a corner of the 2 in 1 sofa to the audience of Jaime, Kate and Janet. He switched his gaze from one person to the other with a frightening boldness glaring out of his eyes.
Janet observed him with pity all over her face. Deep inside, she was glad he had taken care of Terry, a feeling she dared not express in the presence of her parents. Anything to keep a smile in that little face he had come to adore was welcomed to her.

Jaime stared continuously at the little face besieged by anger and vengefulness, he tapped his feet on the floor waiting for replies to his questions which he was repeating for the third time.

"August, why did you attack Terry?," he asked for the fourth time, August moved his gaze from Jaime's face to Kate's and back to Jaime.

"I wanted to kill him," he blurted out, shocking Jaime and Kate. They exchanged glances, Kate's lips went a few degrees apart and she swallowed hard, Jaime maintained his composure and sent his attention back to August.

"Why?"
That was all he could ask, all his time as a cop, he had never seen so much hatred and anger in the words of a little boy as he had seen in Augusts.

"He bullied me, he punched me and insulted my family, I wanted to kill him for that!" he yelled out without pause.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier on about all the bullying?"
August blinked several times and that was all he did. He had no reply to that question, even if he asked a hundred times.

"Go to your room, both of you, I will call you back when I need you."
He was out of words and had no knowledge of what to say next. August got up from the chair and moved in the direction of the room, Janet held his hand and they both walked out of the parlor. Kate flashed Jaime an I-warned-you look and moved to seat beside him on the table.

"So what now?" she asked.
"I really don't know, I have never known anyone so young that ever had such bitterness in his heart."
He stared at the blank wall, lost in thoughts as he spoke.
"I don't know what you want to do next, but we sure don't want him in our family, he's a bad influence for our daughter,"
Kate relayed her fears and Jaime nodded.
"Right, but where do we send him? He has no body," he said and put a hand on his forehead, scratching at it.
Kate kept mute and the parlor was silent for a while before Jaime spoke up again.

"I think I will be sending him to Harry, he needs a change of environment," he said, looking at Kate for her opinion.
"Your brother?" Kate asked and he nodded slowly.
"Better, just get him out of our lives, Janet's still too little to be around him."

Williams dropped the phone on the table and rubbed his palms together in an effort to generate warmth. He looked at Carlos who was fiddling with his mask and staring back at him, a smiled passed the corner of his mouth and Carlos shook his head.

"How did you know Jaycee was still alive?" Carlos asked him. He smiled again and heaved himself on the sofa facing the table and Carlos.
"I just guessed, his body wasn't found remember."
Carlos nodded and stared at him wide eyed.
"The girl, Nancy, she wasn't found."
"She is none of my business," Williams replied, looking into space.
"So what now, are you going to kill Jaycee?" he asked and Williams shook his head slowly and thoughtfully.
"No, was never my idea in the first place, and he is my brother too, that would be too cold blooded."
"What next?"
"Nothing for now, I just need to be sure that August is fine," he said with a dent of sadness in his eyes.
"He should be, he's with a cop, he is fine," Oscar assured and he nodded.
"I don't like those midnight visits to the graveyard, I don't like them."

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I'm introducing a baby into the picture. Hope y'all don't mind.

Chinaza came to my lodge looking so unlike her, her fair robust body was tanned in an unsexy way and she seemed to have lost some flesh. I was just watching her as she came into my room, too dumbfounded to even welcome her.

She came and stood staring at me, we stared at each other for sometime before she walked up to me on the bed and dropped herself on my laps.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked me.
"I just noticed that you look like Roseline."

Roseline was their very slim fitted house girl, not that she wasn't fine, in fact the slim fit was actually good on her just that I am so much into asses.

"Really? Is that a good thing?" she asked looking at me.
"Naza, there is nothing good about it, if I wanted to date a tiny girl I would be with your house girl, not you, in short sit down first. I'm coming."
She sat on the bed and I went outside in search of shape and James. I badged into shapes room and met her in her bras and pants. If she wasn't a virgin, I would have been thanking God her sister wasn't around.

"Dress up and follow me," I commanded and she eyed me suspiciously, not minding her outfit and my constant stares at her well rounded ass and boobs.
"Any problem?"
"Wear something first or can you follow me like that?"
She rolled her eyes at me and flipped on her gown. We went into James room and he was snoring away his life. I beat him up and dragged him along with Shape to my room.

Chinaza stared at us curiously as we came in. I made them stand and observe her for sometime, glances were flying from everywhere to me.

"Can't you guys see?" I shouted in frustration.
"See what?" Shape asked staring at me.
"Oh, Naza came, we can see that," James replied, scratching his head.
"Guy don't be silly, can't you see how thin she is looking."

James searched her with his eyes and nodded.
"Yes, maybe she wants to be a model."
Shape was entirely indifferent. Chinaza made me sit beside her on the bed. James left while shape joined us on the bed. I was preparing for a wonderful 3some in my mind but got something else. Something I didn't like one bit.

"Chi something happened."
That was shape talking to me like I just lost my wife and she was loaded with the burden of giving me the news, well, Naza was there so obviously, I hadn't lost my wife. Lol

"What happened?" I asked, sharing glances between her and Naza.
"It's chinaza, she fell sick last month, that was before her birthday."
"Why didn't she say that when we came for the party?" I asked trying to hide the fear that was cropping up in my mind, I was hoping and praying fervently that she didn't have HIV.
"Because it wasn't serious then, so telling you was unnecessary," Naza replied in a way that spooked me seriously, you should see the look on her face, real scary.
"So now what? Do you have HIV?" I asked and she shot me a glance.
"No I don't," she retorted and eyed me suspiciously " Chinecherem, do you have?"
"Of course not, where will I get it when you don't have."

"Well, She went to the hospital, I followed her actually," shape continued.
"Ehee," I was getting impatient.
"And tests were done," shape said slowly, my suspension reaching it's zenith. Does she have cancer? If so, I was hoping it wasn't cancer of the pussy or breast.

"I am pregnant," Chinaza cried out eventually. If she had said cancer of the pussy and breast at the same time, I would have preferred it.

My mind rushed back to the previous year, yea, when we all fell sick and she came back with the pregnancy joke. My mind clicked, yea, the date was April 5th. I smiled and looked at the two of them. I caught them in time. My racing heart slowed down a bit.

"Baby, it's April 5th today, your joke came late," I said, grabbing her hand, she flipped my hands away and sniffed.
"I am not joking, I am pregnant, fucking pregnant Chinecherem."

Like she was crying and her beautiful light face was red. She obviously wasn't joking so the April fool thing was a sham.

"For who?"
Jeez, I didn't even know when I asked her that, the look she gave me was out of this world. I half prayed for her to say it's James or Shape, YES! Shape!! anybody but me!!!

"Don't you dare ask me that again," she almost yelled out. Obviously, it was me. The room went dark and my head was spinning 360 degrees, I could hear Nigerian police siren blasting in my ear, my right early only, my left ear wasn't even hearing any sound.

I stood up from the bed and made my way to James room. I didn't even know how I managed to get there because I wasn't even seeing the road at all.
"Guy what's up?" James asked as I walked in, he was leaning over his plate of over soaked garri.
"I don't know guy, Shape and.. and Chinaza, they are in my room," I was stuttering as I spoke.
"Yes, I know they are in your room, what happened? Are they doing lezzy?"
"No, Naza was saying something, errm, she was saying something about something, James I don't know," I Stopped and took a deep breath while James watched me like I was doing a Basket Mouth something.
"Just go in there and find out what Naza was saying, then come back and tell me because I didn't even understand what she told me."
"Ok, I will go, but don't touch my garri," he warned and left, if only he knew that the garri looked like shit to me at that moment.

I crashed on the bed and gazed at the roof. My mother's favorite advice to my brother and I was banging hard against my head.
"Umu m, any man that a woman doesn't kill will surely live out his God allotted time on earth."
But It's Chinaza, my only true Love, she can't kill me.
My head was popping like pop corns as I sat there, imagining how I will break the news to my people.
My Mom will just shout the living daylight out of me. I don't know what my father will do.

James came back looking more confused than I was.
"Guy what was she saying?" I asked him.
"That she is pregnant for you and she wasn't joking o."
"Guy is that even possible? I mean are you sure I am not impotent?"
Anything that would null and void the possibility of my being the owner of the pregnancy was welcomed. James just looked at me like I was going mad.
"Wetin you mean, guy you are potent in Jesus name."
"Amen but guy, do you think the something is mine?"
" It should be naa, I think you are the only one fucking her."

We both sat on the bed, staring away.
"Maybe you should call Williams," James suggested and I nodded, that was the most coded thing to do.
"I have to get my phone, it's in my room."

I opened the curtains to my room and peeped in, I was obviously expecting Naza to grin at me and say it was all a prank but she didn't, she was sitting on the bed with Shape, staring at the TV, she had stopped crying.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked her as I got to her on the bed. She looked at me and shook her head.
"I don't know."
I stared at her for a few seconds, she returned my stares and her countenance changed.
"No way, I am not aborting him."
I was yet to find out how she keeps reading my mind through my eyes.
"I wasn't saying that."
"But you were thinking it, please I won't abort him."
"Him? You already know it's a boy?"
Something was telling me that she was enjoying the whole pregnant something. Shape was having the laugh of her life at the side.
She just let out a weak smile and threw herself into my hands while I called Williams.

"Hello, young man, how are you?" Willy bassed into my ears.
"Guy I no dy, you fit enter my lodge?"
"Ermm, wetin happen, you give woman belle?"
That was funny.
"Yes, I give woman belle, abeg come tomorrow."
He laughed, he probably thought I was joking.
"See you and your impotent prick, I dy come tomorrow."

We dropped the phone and I wished I was impotent. Lol


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I think it's time someone told these girls that even though boys will always be boys, they will always have someone special. And if he tells you that you are the one, do not stress it, because even though he may be lying, it could also be the truth. What am I saying sef, I'm even confusing myself.

Yes, because we are very likely to sleep with everything on skirt as long as it's not underaged (underage turns some people on tho), and it's got a big backside (my favorite), it simply does not mean we are madly in love with them, we will always reserve that special part of us for our special one, it could be true that the special one is you, it could also be false.

And apart from the ass, we do appreciate a great face because when we are over the the table with our friends, sharing some alcohol, we can't possibly tell her to stand up so we can introduce her and her ass to our friends, it's the face that gets all the attention. So no need fussing all over the place because your boo is hitting on a girl with some ass when you have the better face.

That was how Chinaza was bringing the roof down on me because Cynthia forgot her g-string in my room, ehen? So what? It's only at this moment that whenever I remember that almost forgotten saga, I go gaga.
Although I don't tell it to her that I'm mad over it, hehehe, if it was you, will you tell?

Now to the main thing..


Me and Chinaza decided we needed another little quarrel, don't ask me why, I would have willingly told you if I remembered, it wasn't about the wine she popped, it was actually over something insignificant, that wine wasn't insignificant.

Meanwhile, our lodge borehole just went amok, it suddenly started running 24 hours a day, open or closed, the water just kept turning up like olamide's turn up, our lodge almost experienced a mini flooding until unexpectedly, the water stopped. That was the beginning of water scarcity in our lodge.

We all sat at home, expecting the landlord to shake body, when the thing Clear us for eye was when we saw her daughter, Ngozi, a 16 year old unusually endowed girl, mind you, I'm not eyeing her, she is beautiful but I wasn't eyeing her.
As I was saying, when we saw her pushing her brand new wheelbarrow to the public tap some distance away from our lodge, that was when it dawned on us that salvation was a little far away.

That morning, I was tired of wooing shape to get me a gallon of water each time, shape needed a new wooing for every favor you would like to ask her. I decided to follow her to the tap before preparing for school, I needed water for that purpose.

We walked abi dragged ourselves to the tap, shape caused heart attacks as she strode besides me, clad in her singlet that was lifting her boobs like a weightlifter, the boobs peeped over the top of the singlet in an enticing way. Her bumshots lapped to her laps and jingled each step she took.

Depending on how fast you walk, the journey from our lodge to the public tap takes around 3 minutes, well, me and shape, it took us 10 minutes. Trust me, you can't be walking with Shape and like to walk fast, not when your left hand is clutching a gallon and your right hand clutching her booty. With her, you just can never get enough, if I can't get down on that ass, I might as well rub off some blessings from it and she doesn't mind.

Our entourage arrived at the pump and the queue there wasn't just mad, it was raving. Shape took both our gallons and added it to the queue. I moved my self to a corner and made a sit out of piles of stone, just a little close to the lines of gallons. My phone was at home and there was nothing else I could do but sample the various types of assorted figures and shapes that came to fetch water.

I was doing just fine until one lady got closer to where I was, one fine plump lady with a booty that can back two 3 year old children effortlessly, that kind of booty that when you climb it, you will just hang on it and it wouldn't bulge. She stole my attention from the rest, I even forgot about shape for a while where she was chatting away with some girls and drawing attention from the sex starved guys that littered the place.

The fair lady came closer to where I was and bent low, right in front of me to screw tight the cover of her gallon. She made it look like a tough job and spent a considerable amount of time on it, worst still, she faced me while she was at it and her robust boobs that had no iota of stretch mark dangled and smiled at me through the neck of her blouse. My mischievous dick was already dangling along and I positioned and repositioned myself to avoid getting caught.

I must have been so engrossed in watching something that I can't access that I didn't notice when shaped came to where I sat and nearly shoved me off my make shift chair with her booty.

"Neche, I hope you know she is someone's wife?" she whispered to me.
"Did I say I was looking at her?" I protested and she laughed.
"If you were not looking at her then how did you know who I was talking about?"
I swear shape is 30 percent beautiful and the other percent troublesome.
"I accept, I was looking, now can you let me look in peace after all you won't allow me look at your own."
She laughed and got up, shoved my head and went back to fetch our gallons, to my relief. But then, it was too late. The woman had already covered her gallon of water.

We fetched our gallons and I had to take the two of them, mine and hers, home. I was playing the superman while the only reward she gave me was chat away the remaining strength I had after carrying 2 jellycan's of water.

I dragged my jellycan of water into my corridor and dropped it there, a very pleasant surprise awaited me as I bounced into my room.
Eva was there on my bed, relaxed like she was the one that paid that year's rent for me and watching the T. V.

"Hey baby!" she screamed in a girly way when she saw me. She actually jumped on me from the bed. That girl is just too beautiful for my liking. As I held her up, packing up her ass with my arms and looking up at her face in the air, I just prayed shape wouldn't intrude like she was notorious for.

I dropped her and the proper hugging commenced, that moment a nicki minaj replica would drop all her details on you and all your hormones would rush in affirmation that she was indeed hot. If only she knew what she did to me then.

"Neche did you forget me?" she asked.
"How can I? Is that one even possible?"
I was rubbing her body, trying to make my point clear, I don't know if she was aware of what I missed about her, I just know that I needed that body very much, I could manage without the head.
She seemed to have forgotten about the condition she gave me before we could sex up again, the condition that it would only happen if we started dating.

Locking my door was the first priority then I flipped my shirt to where I didn't know. I kept her pant carefully by the side though. Then our pre-intimacy began, she was always ahead of me in that aspect. Before I could drop properly on the bed, she was already on my dick, hounding on it. I pulled her up from there, I had better ideas.

I grabbed her lips with mine and licked it dry and then went for her rounded boobs, unpacking them from her bra and handling the nipples like they were some radio tuner. I massage the massive jugs and my dick went harder while she moaned and called my name in a way that turned me on the more.

My adventurous fingers found it's way down to her belly button and screeched to a brake at her coochie. They slopped down and went into the hole like some snake, she jerked and pinned my hand against her clit. I made a few thrusts with my fingers and would have replaced them with my dick if my phone didn't ring.

We both peeped at the screen of my phone, probably to find out the intruder that was trying to mess up this lovely moment. Chinaza's picture came up on the caller screen. I had to pick because she could give you 20 missed calls and still continue.

"So this is how you are, eh Chinecherem?" she shouted on the phone.
"Chinaza how am I?"
"Just because of a little quarrel, you decide you won't call me again abi?"
"Shebi you said I shouldn't call your phone again?"
"You didn't even ask if I was joking," she replied and I smiled.
"So you are missing me?" I asked.
"No I'm not, I'm on my way to your lodge shaa, that's why I called you, keep something for me."

The phone went dead before my brain could process the information she just dropped. On her way to my lodge could be that she was at the gate or already at my door.
Dj Khalid's [h2]ANOTHER ONE[/h2] kept ringing in my head. I was about to get caught again and I didn't even enjoy anything.

Eva just stared at me, she probably heard the call. Her problem wasn't that she was on her way over, her problem was that she just remembered the condition she gave me before we could have sex again and the fact that my girl just called in the middle of our fun wasn't helping matters.

She left before Naza came tho. But then, why was it hard for her to believe that she could be the one I'm really into? Although it was a lie, but how would she know.

And oh, I just remembered, the my quarrel with Naza was because she bluntly refused me a groupie with her friends on her birthday. I was drunk when I asked though.

But was that really insignificant?


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