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--continuation--
Mike and his men were getting prepared to go home for the night, they lived a few blocks away from their shop. A one room apartment rented for a month so they can work effectively.
"We'll still have to go back to Sandra's house. Won't we?" Detective two asked.
Mike nodded his head as he took the last piece of bean cake before him and munched in down till there was nothing between his fingers except oil. He picked a sachet of water and drank from.
He was never a fan of meals like this. He doesn't eat outside his house, even though he was a bachelor, but one in a serious relationship. His girlfriend was from the North and she was a youth corper in Lagos state. She visit him once in a week to prepare stew and some other foods which will last him for a few days. He doesn't go to eateries, which was why he only knew one fastfood joint, Mr Biggs. And that was because he celebrated his tenth birthday there as a kid with his parents.
But with the latest case and spy job they were handling, they can only eat ready made foods.
A car came to a halt before Don's compound and a young man alighted and walked towards the gate. Mike who had finished eating was able to make out the outline of his face as a result of the light that shown on the pillars holding the gate.
This is Doctor Rapheal. What's he doing here?" He could be the one treating them of injuries sustained.
Doctor Rapheal knocked on the gate and he walked into the house.
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A guy had already tore off the shirt she was putting on thereby revealing her while lacy bra and perky br.e.ast which was too big for the small bra. Another guy was handling with the zip of her skirt.
"Please, don't do this to me." She cried. About ten guys were getting ready to sleep with her, on empty stomach. She was sure she'll die.
The guy after several futile attempt to unzip her skirt resolved to rolling the hem of her skirt and revealed her while lacy panties.
"Who will go in first?" One of the guys asked.
"Please I am a virgin." She said.
"We all loved virgins." They chorused like they had reharsed for this question all day.
One of the guys with one finger dragged her pant to one side, thereby revealing her almost bald private.
"Look at her, she is shaved. Slutty slut." One of them said mockingly.
A knock sounded on the door. The guys all scramble away each hodling their trousers as the ran. The door opened a few seconds later and a young man walked in. Janet had stood up and rolled down her skirt. She covered her chest with the shirt which has been torned into shreds.
"Good evening." She greeted the youngman.
"Hello." Doctor Rapheal greeted.
"What can I do for you?"
"I am doctor Rapheal and I love your body." He said.
"Thank you." She replied. She had no choice. Only God knows what he was here for. Maybe to take a pound of her flesh too like the other guys.
"I want to see Deoye." He said.
Janet who didn't know which of them goes by the name Deoye looked at him blankly.
"I am his doctor."
She stringed every word she had hear together and it made sense. He must be Doctor Rapheal and Deoye has to be the guy with a gunshot injury in the arm.
"I'll be back." She said and walked out of the living room to fetch Deoye from the room where he had been sleeping since he came aroound from passing out in the morning.
"Deoye." She called him. She clicked the switch and light flickered on.
Deoye sat up weakly. He had developed a certain likeness in her since she treated his bleeding arm in the morning.
"What's wrong with you? Who tore your cloth?" He asked.
She ignored his question.
"Doctor Rapheal is here and he wants to see you." She said and walked out of the room.
It would be sucidal if she started paying attention Deoye and his gentleman advances. But she could as well be protected by him from the randy guys in the house. But hey! He needs protection himself. Someone whose hand could be amputated will protect her? Not even possible in the dream.

--continuation--
The time was 6:30pm and Kelvin just returned from wherever he went to. He ignored a sulky Ngozi who lay on the bed sobbing, he removed his shoe and sat down on the bed.
"How are you?" He asked holding her leg.
She snatched her leg off his touch and raised them up against her chin.
"What's the matter?" He asked joining her in bed, he spuatted before her and held her legs.
"Leave me alone." She said.
"Are we quarelling?" He asked.
"Do you think I can ever forgive you for this? You saw me in a depressed state and took advantage of me." She said.
He hissed silently on hearing what she just said.
"I thought something else happened while I was away. I didn't take advantage of you, you wanted it, you said it, you were clamouring for it and I gave it to you." He replied.
She felt degraded and slutty that moment.
"I am leaving." She said.
"To where?" He asked.
"My fiancee's apartment of course."
He had thought she'll spend like a week with him, but now that seemed impossible, but he was not going to give up. He has the upper hand, she can't leave in her nightie, she has no cloth to wear, she has no money on her. He should be able to persuade her into spending another night.
"How do you intend to do that? Are you going in this?" He asked with concern written all over his face.
Her face dropped immediately she realised she had nothing to wear.
"I was thinking maybe you will drop me off." She said.
"Not tonight. I am tired, maybe tomorrow morning." He replied removing his shirt and trouser and walked into the bathroom.
His wallet lay on the bedside table, she walked towards it, picked some naira notes and sneaked out of the room. With the aim of getting to boutique outside the hotel and buying what to wear and get a cab home.
"Madam, we can't just allow you to leave." The lady receptionist said gently.
"What do you mean?" Ngozi asked.
She was lucky that aside the receptionist, there were no other persons in the waiting hall. Therefore, there was no one undressing her with their eyes.
"We don't know the condition in which the man you both came in is in. We need to chack him before we allow you to leave." The lady explained.
"But he went out this morning and no one bothered to check on me." She said angrily.
"That's true ma, he went out but he took us to the room and we saw you sleeping. Therefore, we have to do that now." The lady walked out of the wooden carved table and stood face to face with Ngozi.
"Lead the way." She said.
Ngozi pleaded with her eyes ad she stood rooted to the spot.
"He is in the bathroom taking his bath." She said.
"I'll call the security." The lady threatened.
How she wished she was with her identity card, this would have been an added advantage to her.
"Hey, here you are?" Kelvin asked as he descended the stairs.
Ngozi wanted to die that moment because she knew there was no other option for her.
"You were strolling around I guess." He said grabbing her hand.
Ngozi looked at him in the eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Lets go." He said as they both walked back into their room.
He shut the door behind them and fastened the lock.
"Kelvin, why are you treating me like this?" She asked as she sat on the bed.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked.
"Please, let me go home." She pleaded.
"You will definitely go home, but not today." He replied. "And if you'll please return my money to where to took them." He said pointing to his wallet.
She knew he tempted her with the wallet by putting it in a conspicous place, the bedside table.
"Kelvin is it a crime to feel safe with you? I had issues with my fiancee and I trusted you to make me happy. You took advantage of me and..." Her voice trailed off.
"What are you doing?" She asked alarmed.
He was rolling the hem on her nightie upwards that it was now a few inches away from her mid tighs.
"Kelvin, not again." She said pushing him away.
He ignored her pleas and stuggles as he pushed her unto the bed and had sex with her. By the time he was done, she was feeling sick, her privates was sore and bruised. Aside the fact that, she was in no mood to have s.ex, there was no preintimacy or anything, thereby, no lubrication to ease his member into her.
She was sobbing as he walked out of the room angrily.
"How dare you steal from me?" He asked as he slammed the bathroom door shut.
It was no clear to her. He wasn't in love with her and she was just leading him on all the while. He wanted something from her and he just got it twice within the space of twenty four hours. Only God knows how many times he'll sleep with her before daybreak. That is, if she lived to see the daybreak.
No doubt, she had betrayed Tobiloba and their relationship had crashed, five weeks before their wedding.

--to be continued--

They have no right to force their way in. Is Sandra a criminal? No.

Onemansquad:
D9ty7 abeg holla me if dm don stat to wire janet ah wnt go colet my share











wetin dy do sandra sef

bt those 2 policemen lazy oo na sabur dm no fit withstand *SMH*

Ogbarmey:
D9ty7 writing otherwise what I predict and making me look funny since 123AD.
So Sandra has a heart. Pls o won't they search the house with underground again?

Story never finish na.

CHAPTER TWENTY
Sandra drove into her compound and pulled up into the driveway. She alighted and walked into the house looking sad and heartbroken.
"Welcome madam." Sabur, the gateman said.
She ignored his greeting and pushed the door open.
"Wetin dey do this girl sef? Shey no rich person dey after her ni?" He said angrily as he walked back to his post, then a knock sounded on the gate.
"Who be you?" Sabur asked as he walked towards the gate.
He looked through the peep hole and saw two men standing outside. Their faces were strange and unknown, but they looked gentlemanly.
He pushed the gate open a bit and squezeed himself between the opening.
"I am Sergeant Mike, from the police headquarter." Mike said.
"You are welcome. But I guess you are in a wrong house. Maybe the next compound is your destination." He replied trying to close the gate but Mike quickly stopped him.
"We want to see your madam. The one who just drove in now." Mike said.
"My madam thief government money?" He asked.
"No o. We just want to ask her some questions." Mike the orator replied smiling.
"Come in." He said opening the gate wider for the two men to enter.
Mike led the way into the beautiful compound which has a striking resemblance to the pictorial representation of the biblical Garden of Eden in primary school bible knowledge textbooks. The only difference was that, there was no Adam or Eve in the compound, neither are there animals or rivers, instead of short grasses on the ground, the compound was made with concrete and tiles. But the similarity between the compound and the garden was the beauty. There was no car in the garden of Eden too.
"Wait here o." Sabur said to them and quickly rushed into the house.
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Sandra sat down on one of the chairs in the dinning room sipping her favourite fruit juice. Her thought drifted to her recent decision to kill Janet. She remembered how she had employed the girl a few years ago and grew to become an integral part of her life that she couldn't do without. A minute without Janet in the house was like a lifetime without Joy.
She picked up her phone and dialled Don's phone.
"Hello Don, please tell your guys to hold on. Nothing must happen to that girl, I will come and pick her up tomorrow." She said to Don unknown to her, he was a few meters away from her house.
The doorbell sounded. Who could be at the door except Sabur? Maybe Kelvin, but he didn't tell her he'd be visiting today.
"Come in." she said to whoever was at the door.
Sabur came into view.
"Yes? Sabur, what do you want?" She asked rudely.
"Madam, I just come ask sey what is the matter, because the madam wey me know doesn't do like this. You are friendly and playful with us."
"Sabur, please go straight to the point. If that's why you are here, get out." She said loosing her temper.
Could she be on the verge of loosing her mind? Why was she over-reacting to people who did nothing wrong to her. She could remember how she screamed at other motorists on her way back home. No doubt, Janet's action really broke her heart.
"You have a visitor." He said.
"Which stupid visitor, tell them to get out. I don't want to see anybody." She screamed grabbing her handbag and marching towards her room.
"They said they are policemen." He said.
"Sabur, I pay you and its your duty to harken to instructions given. Read my lips, I don't want to see anybody." She disappeared into the hallway.
"You asked me to read your lips and you walked away. You should at least stay and let me read it." He said walking out of the living room.
Sabur succeeded in pushing Mike and his partner out of the compound.
"My madam is not happy. She is in a very bad mood. I think you should leave." He said.
"Its very important that we see her today." Detective two spoke for the first time.
"Will you cater for me and my family in our village? Abeg get out." Sabur violently pushed the two men out of the compound and locked the gate.

--to be continued--

True talk.

kingphilip:
Yes o
u notice say arsenal too laugh us yesterday before their match but them lose

it's man u's turn to laugh until tomorrow

have u noticed that those at the top never laugh at losers but losers laugh at losers

I never knew my sister is from the blue end of West london. Kingphilip too? God is good.

Vibra:
yep

The comments are not so encouraging. I really want to drop more update but your comments will determine. I believe we can do better than this. Can't we?

Its been over a week since I came here. Its good to read those updates at once. Its just like I am reading a complete novel, but the moment I read the last update, I knew it af ended.
Oya gimme more. The king with the pen.

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--continuation--
"Do you know Rahmon?" Sandra asked turning to Don.
"Yeah. We once belonged to the same fraternity while in school before I was rusticated. He managed to graduate with a fail. I with the little knowledge began working for politicians, killing their opponents while Rahmon used his certificate and his four years stay in the university to establish his own business, BLACKMAIL. We went our seperate way when we realised we can no longer work together." Don explained.
"Is he that powerful?" Sandra asked.
"More than powerful. While at LASU back then, he was the number one and also presides over three other university's dominant cult group. He wielded so much power and with the help of his certificate he has so many members of the Khal corp at his beck." Don explained.
The mention of Khal corp sent cold shivers down her spine.
"But how sure are you that Victoria can get him?" Sandra asked.
All these while, she(Sandra) has always seen Victoria as a weakling. To her best of knowledge, an assassin doesn't have emotion or cry when in trouble, but her few encounter with Victoria, she knew she had something bothering her, especially, the first time she came visiting when she met Kelvin.
"Never underestimate the powers of Vicky. She is the only one who could stop Rahmon. Rahmon knew this, which was why he tries as much as possible to stay clear of her. He tires as much as possible not to cross her path or handle businesses that could make them meet. Vicky on her path has a level of respect for Rahmon, but if she knew he is always afraid of her, she'd have stopped respecting him." Don explained walking toward the kitchen. He returned a few seconds later with a bottle of fanta and small stout. He gave one to Sandra who dropped in immediately. He gulped half the content of the bottle.
"Get Vicky on the job and she'll get you your money." Don explained.
He made sure he didn't tell her of Vicky's decision to stop the job, its always good to hear the word from the horse's mouth.
"I'll talk to her. Let me take my leave now." Sandra announced.
Don walked her to the door before he spoke.
"What do we do to this girl here?" He asked.
"Let your boys rape her until death." Sandra said defiantly and stormed out of the house. It was evident that she only said the first thought that crossed her mind, becuase considering the way she had spoken to Janet, one would know she really loved her and trusted her, but disappointing the person who loved her this much made Sandra decide without thinking.
Don walked her to her car outside the compound.
"Whan you talk to Vicky, give me a call and tell me whatever she says." Don said helping her shut the door.
She wound down the glass and spoke to him.
"You'll recieve your bank alert before the day runs out. You've really been helpful to me."
"My pleasure." He said bowing down a little like a gentleman that he once was.
She ignited the car and swung into action.
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"Is that not...?" Detective one asked pointing to Sandra car trying to remember her name.
"Who?" Mike asked.
"She is a model. Sandra something, I have forgotten her surname." Detective one said.
"Oselu." Detective two added.
"Yeah." Detective one said.
"And that solved the acronym on the plate." Mike enthused.
As expected of them, Mike set out of the shop towards the junction where their car was parked along with Detective two and they sped after Sandra's car.
Don who was looking at them from the peep hole on the gate, called two of his boys and drove after Mike.
"If they try anything funny with Sandra, we'll have to attack them." He had said to them.

END OF CHAPTER NINETEEN

--continuation--
"Janet, what is my offence that made you conclude that this is what I deserve?" Sandra asked.
"Please am sorry. It wasn't my fault." Janet replied.
"So whose fault is it? I just can't comprehend the reason why you'll dupe me of such exhorbitant amount. You could have asked for it and believe me, I'll give it to you, rather than take it the way you did." Sandra said angrily.
"If you'll permit me to explain myself, you'll know its not my fault." Janet replied.
"Explain yourself then."
FLASHBACK
Janet just finished taking her bath and slipped on her nightie, ready to sleep. But a novel she has been reading all day was keeping her awake.
The door into her room creaked open and without looking at whoever was coming in, she knew it was Rahmon her guardian who had provided food and shelter for her in the last six month without collecting anything in return. The first time he told her he'll help her and give her all she needed, she thought it was a joke. But when the joke came to become real, she knew it has to come with a bargain, she knew she had to pay something in return. Even though she didn't know what job Rahmon and his boys did, she was sure it was something illegal. She knew if she'll be living with these people, over ten grown men, she'll be warming their beds. But to her suprise, Rahmon laid down a rule that no one should touch her, anyone caught looking at her twice will have himself to blame. Then she concluded that Rahmon wanted her all to himself, but to her utmost suprise, Rahmon, in her six months stay under his roof had never touched her, not even a handshake. They had body contact once, when Rahmon got a new car and in the euphoria of the occassion, she jumped on him.
"I thought you would be asleep." He said as he sat at the foot of her bed.
She had never bothered to lock the door at night, she knew she was safe in the house, no one would touch her. Not even the boys.
"I am not asleep yet." She replied sitting up and covering herself properly with a wrapper. One thing she had learnt to do was to always cover her nightie with a opaque cloth when moving around the house. Considering the length of the nightie and its transparency, it could lead a sexually active man into a journey of no return into pleasure and he'll want to get down with her even if it requires force.
"I have an assignment for you." Rahmon said.
For the past six month, he had been telling her he'll help her get a job and give her harmless assignment to carry out, none of which has come to reality. But now, its seemed the time is now.
"Am all hears."
"First thing is that, I got you a job." He said and watched her reaction, she was elated.
"You'll work as a maid for popular model, Sandra Oselu." He said, watching her reaction, he could see her face drop, but she smiled happily swiftly.
What choice does a begger have? She only had her secondary school ceritificate and nothing else. So she should expect jobs like that.
"I'll do it." She had said and the following week, she started working in Sandra Oselu's house. Unknown to her, her working in the beauty queen's house is for a purpose.
About a year and a half later, Rahmon called her and told her, the time to carry out the assignment had arrived. He told her to find a way to get money off Sandra Oselu. She was unsure of what it meant and so she agreed to do it, thinking she was paying Rahmon back since she has her salary all to herself.
A few months later, she started seeing signs of Barrister Benson(Sandra's lawyer) lusting after her boss and she wasted no time in swinging to action. She was lucky to have seen them both walk into the bedroom and had sex, after which she sneaked in and took their pictures and sent them to Rahmon.
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"So you mean you took those pictures?" Sandra asked slapping her hard accross the face.
"Am sorry. I didn't know he will threaten you with them. I thought he had a different plan." she said.
Even though she wanted to pay Benson back in his own coin for having sex with her as a sixteen year old in exchange for defending to her father in court. Something he(Ben) didn't fufil and her(Janet) father subsequently sent to prison where he met his untimely death.
"How do I get my money back?" Sandra asked.
"I was paid two million naira, the rest is with Rahmon." Janet replied.
"How do we get this Rahmon?" Sandra asked.
Don cleared his throat to remind them that he was still with them.
"Am sorry, getting Rahmon is like chasing air. Its impossible, for me and my boys, we dare not go against him. But there is one person who could do it." Don said.
"Who is that person?" Sandra asked.
"The person I fear most and Rahmon fears as well is Victoria Vicky." Don replied.
There must be a connection between Rahmon and Don. Maybe they once worked together. Janet concluded, he has seen his picture once in Rahmon's room.

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--continuation--
The day has been uneventful for Ngozi who has been hooled up inside the hotel room. She would have gone back home or gone to work, but she has nothing to wear, save for her nightie which she was currently putting on.
Her phone rang for the upteenth time in the space of one hour that her phone battery was almost dead, she was afraid to pick anybody's call. What would she tell them? Where would she say she passed the night? In a hotel room with one of her male friends? That will look absurd and every human with a right thinking ability would be quick to read meanings into her passing night in a hotel room.
No doubt, she has been treated like a love peddler in the last fifteen hours. She remembered how Kelvin treated her like a queen on picking her up from the house, he drove her to a barbeque joint where she refused to drop from the car, instead, he alighted and came back five minutes later with a plate of sauced meat. He then drove her to a hotel, she wasn't suprised actually, because she knew he can't take her to his father's house. But she would have loved him take her to one of his bachelor friend's place, where she'll pass the night comfortably. But to her suprise, he had no friend. At least in his work place, he should have one, but no, he had no friend on the outside. What job does he do?
She could remember how eyes were boring holes through her nightie as they walked to the counter and to the staircase. Thank God she was wearing a below knee nightie. Her arguement with Tobiloba made her wear the nightie because she had no plan of having sex with him that night. Assuming she was in the mood, she would be putting on an above knee nightie that is transparent. She can't imagine herself wearing that into a hotel.
She was hungry but she couldn't place why hunger had to come to her at the moment where all her worries are enough to satisfy her.
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Mike and his men were cursing as they spoke inside their shop.
"Are you saying that guy gave us a wrong informtion?" Detective one asked.
"I don't think its a wrong information. He didn't know we are spies. I think something is wrong inside the house. Or what do you think Mike?" Detective two replied.
"I agree with you on that." Mike added.
"What do we do now? Remember we are running out of time. There are so many pressing issues affecting this country, we can't remain stagnant on one case." Detective one asked.
"We just have to keep a watful eye on them. Any time a car drives out of there, we follow the car. Okay?" Mike said.
Just then a white Lexus jeep drove in and came to a halt infront of the gate.
"Whose car is that?" Mike asked.
"I don't know." Detective two replied.
Detective one walked out of the shop and took a turn to the general toilet being used by all shop owners and their customers. He returned one minute later.
"The plate number is customized." Detective one announced.
"The person must be a high profile individual." Mike said.
"What's written on the plate?"
"S O 1." Detective one replied.
His latest revelation left them wondering who could be the owner of the car.
A few minutes later, Don came out from the gate and calmly enter the car and after twenty five seconds, he alighted, as well as the owner of the car who turned out to be a lady. Only her back was visible to interested policemen.
Don led the lady into the compound.
"She looks familiar." Detective one said.
"Yeah, but I just can't place where I met her. I think its on TV, she is not an ordinary person. For her number plate to be customized, she is a vip." Detective two added.
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Don turned the door knob and pushed the door opened and he walked into the living room with Sandra behind him.
"Big D." One of his boys, he was seated before the tv playing game.
"How many times have I told you not to play game in my flat again? Take thi thing to your flat and play whatever game you want to play." Don said.
"Don baba, we both know the gaming experience on a twenty one inches television is different on a flat screen." The guy replied jokingly.
"Anyways, you can come back later. Right now, I have a visitor." He said.
The guy disconnected the game console and carried it out of the living room into where Sandra guessed to be one of the rooms.
"Get me that girl." Don said to his retreating figure.
A minute later, the guy returned with Janet who was trying to conceal her face behind the guy.
"You can go." Don said to the guy.
Immediately the guy left, Janet came face to face with her former employer. She went down on her knees.
"Am sorry." Janet said.
"But why? Janet! Why on earth did you dupe me? Eight million naira?" Sandra asked with a shaky voice.
She seemed emotionally attached to Janet because she had planned to rain slaps on Janet if she set her eyes on her, but here she was almost crying on seeing her.
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Good morning guys. Update go come as usual, but PHCN gave us fire this morning so I want to seize the rare oppotunity to charge all my batteries, after which update go begin roll in.
Hope y'all slept well? I did too.

stuff46:
You peole are just 2points above na. Wona still de top for the main time. Take heart oga D. Every loosing is a bigging of the end of the reign of a coach in chelsea colors.

Just take heart yu hear. [b]to be a champion (like barca) [/b]is not a days job

You are joking right? Or you meant to say, champions of Catalunya.

Hey guys, there will no longer be updates tonight. Am sorry for disappointing y'all.
But believe me, every disappointment is a blessing in disguise, tomorrow is gonna be a lot more better.