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seyitanhep1:
wicked... Larry ọmọ bàbà Sún... How far na

Brother! Where have you been?

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Mortal Alliances

“Don!” Abubakar screamed.

“Irele!” Tobi screamed likewise.

Neither of them knew who was really hit between Irele and Don, but they didn’t wait to find out. They both turned in the direction of the shooter and attacked. Tobi picked one of the dead men’s guns and began to shoot blindly at the thug. Abubakar expended the bullets of one gun, threw it away and produced another one. The thug, on the other hand, hid himself safely behind the SUV with riddled bullet holes; all the glasses shattered. The man ducked behind the passenger’s door and returned occasional fires at the two men firing at him. Then he managed to get into the driver’s seat. He started the vehicle into reverse. He went backward for a few metres before turning around sharply and driving down the street in full speed. Tobi and Abubakar ran after him, shooting at the vehicle and its occupant. The car didn’t seem to feel the impact of their bullets as it sped down the deserted road. After about half a minutes when it was plain that they could not catch up again, they stopped. They were both breathing hard as they watched their common enemy slip through their fingers.

“Shit!” Tobi burst out heatedly. Then suddenly, he realized that he was still in danger. He wasn’t out of the woods yet. He turned around sharply and stared at the dark mouth of a pistol where death speaks. Abubakar was aiming his pistol at his nose bridge, just between both eyes.

“This is for killing my brother!” He was about to pull the trigger when Irele suddenly screamed from afar, she was running towards them.

“Stop!”

Tobi saw her and breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t relieved that she had saved him from being shot, he was mitigated with the fact that she was still alive. She wasn’t the one who got hit after all; it was the other guy. Abubakar turned around and asked her:

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m his friend,” she replied, “Why are you trying to kill him?”

“Stand back,” he warned, “This isn’t any of your business, young lady.”

“Of course, it’s my business. This young man has been saving my life since yesterday.”

Abubakar looked at her with more interest, “Oh, you’re the pretty girl with whom he has been running around Lagos with one ridiculous document, I suppose.”

“Kill me now that you have the chance,” Tobi said, “The next time would not be in your favour. And trust me, I won’t hesitate to blow your brains out.”

“Tobi!” exclaimed Irele, “Where are your manners? You don’t disrespect someone holding a gun to your head.”

“Shut up, Irele, you don’t know what you are talking about. This bastard killed my wife.”

Abubakar turned sharply. It was as if he was being shot. It was as if he was the one being shot. Tobi’s words were like a bullet from an assassin’s gun. But before he would react, Irele said urgently, “There’s a man dying upstairs. He was shot in the neck. He’s losing a lot of blood!”

“Don!” Abubakar forgot about Tobi for the moment and rushed towards the restaurant. He was almost at the verge of losing his equilibrium. He couldn’t afford to lose Don too, not after losing his brother to Tobi. Don was the only person he had left in the world. The only person he cared about. He had thought the gunfight was going to be a walk in the park; he hadn’t thought for a moment that Don would be vulnerable against any other person except Tobi. But he had seen that the thug was highly skilled and intelligent. He climbed the steps in haste, praying that Don wasn’t dead.

He found him lying on the floor unconscious, blood was everywhere. It was almost like an abattoir in here. Don looked dead but when he brought his ear to his chest, the victim’s heart was still beating faintly. Don was barely alive alive. The girl had tried her best. She had tried to stop the flow of blood from his shoulder by placing a towel over the wound. But the towel was already soaked with blood. Her effort was almost futile. Abubakar released Don’s belt from his trousers and used it as a tourniquet against the flow of blood. That stopped the blood for the moment.

“We have to get him to a hospital.”

“We can get someone shot to a hospital!” he snapped at her, “Questions would be asked. Suspicion would fall on us.”

“Then what are we going to do?” she asked exasperatedly. “He must not die. This man saved my life. He took the bullet for me.”

“What!” Abubakar couldn’t believe his ears, “Why would he do that? Was he crazy or what.”

“That’s not important,” replied Irele, “How are we going to save him?”

“Get the bullet out.” Tobi said from the doorway.

“How are we going to do that?” she asked.

Tobi came in, and without seeking permission from Abubakar, he bent over the unconscious man and examined the wound.

“Miraculously, the bullet is lodged in his flesh, not the bone. But we have to get it out as soon as possible before he bleeds to death.”

“Do what you have to do,” Abubakar said, gritting his teeth. He could not believe he was in the same room with a potential foe. Well, he would allow him to save Don first, then he would blow his brains out. There was no amount of help he rendered that would absolve him of killing his baby brother.

Tobi nodded faintly at him and turned to Irele, “I think I saw a gas cooker in the small kitchen there. Put two knives on the stove and turn on the gas.” He faced Abubakar, “Go into the inner room, bring the pair of pliers on the mantelpiece.”

Abubakar shook his head and replied, “Go and get it yourself, I’ll wait here for you.”

“We’ve got no time for this!” said Tobi angrily, “This guy will die if I don’t attend to him fast. His breathing is shallow already!”

“Then I advise you get to work immediately,” replied Abubakar, raising his gun at Tobi again, “you die if he dies; it’s that simple.”

Tobi threw his hands up in frustration, rose up and went to fetch the pliers. His hatred for the arrogant Abubakar grew like yeast. He would really enjoy killing him after this job was done. He knew the guy he called Don was also working for him, but he had no interest in him. He was only assisting to buy time for himself and look for a chance to strike his major enemy. But while doing that, he was going to save the young man’s life. The guy didn’t really offend him; Abubakar was the real enemy here. As a matter of fact, Tobi knew he owed Don for taking a bullet for Irele. The unconscious guy might just be a good guy after all working for a devil like Abubakar.

“He should consider himself lucky for losing consciousness for what I’m about to do would cause him a lot of pains had he been sober.” Tobi acknowledged as he bent over Don once again.

“What are you planning on doing?” Abubakar asked.

“I’m going to pull out the bullet with this pair of pliers.”

Abubakar stood up immediately, “I can’t watch this. Do what you have to do, just don’t try anything stupid because I’m faster than you.”

“I seriously doubt that,” Tobi replied, “I hope we have a chance to put that to a test after I’m done.”

Abubakar didn’t give a reply. He turned around as Tobi began work.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little crude surgery.”

“I just hate seeing my friends in pain.”

“That’s so noble of you,” said Tobi sarcastically. He first of all searched for the bullet by digging his finger into the wound. He would have dug it out with his hand but for the blood that made it slippery and almost impossible to do. He dipped in the pliers, located the bullet, clamp the pliers around the circumference and made one swift pull. He came out with the bullet. It fell from the pliers and clanged against the tiled floor of the room.

“Irele, kindly bring one of the hot knives,” he called.

“And what’s that for?” Abubakar asked.

“Are you really that ignorant?” Tobi could not believe his ears.

“I’m only good with taking lives; I’ve never cared about saving one.”

Typical of a coward who delights in killing other people’s wives. The veins of Tobi’s neck stood out; he was almost losing control, but he had a job to do. He had to concentrate on what was at hand first. The bastard’s moment shall come later.

“The hot knife would be used to cauterize the wound. That would staunch the flow of blood. Like I already said, he will bleed to death if we don’t stop the flow of blood. He has lost too much blood already.” He placed the hot knife on the wound. There was the sound of burning flesh and frying blood; the blood boiled and congealed, the skin scarred and cooked. The blood flow stopped abruptly. But the wound looked quite ugly. Abubakar gritted his teeth as the job was being done. He wondered how Don would live with this kind of treatment.

“You’ve killed him, haven’t you?” Abubakar turned around.

Tobi shook his head, “He may be shot dead by an enemy as soon as he wakes up, but right now, he’ll live. He will live to die another day, just like you.”

“What about the second knife?”

Tobi smiled wickedly, “I wanted to use it on you but thought better of it, but unlike you, I don’t believe in stabbing people in the back. I promise you I’m going to stare at you in the eyes when I kill you.”

“We shall see,” Abubakar replied, unfazed.

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EkopSparoAyara:
What an unfortunate circumstances for Maria...
How does she survives this??

Blackie,you stole from the wrong person na...

BRAVO LARRYSUN..

Loooooooool! That wasn't Blackie.

To be continued...

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***

Irele didn’t see the shooter on time. All she heard was Tobi screaming her name. Everything happened too fast for her to act right, to duck on time. She felt the effect of the attack before seeing the attacker.

Don, too, saw the thug just when Tobi noticed him. In short, it was the three of them who had seen the thug – Tobi, Don and Abubakar; but there wasn’t enough time to avert casualty. He saw the killer aim his gun at them and he acted as fast as he could. He pushed Irele away from harm’s way and took the bullet. One grazed his neck and the second lodged in his right shoulder. Blood spewed against the window glass and his gun fell from his hand. The shooter was indeed skilled; he didn’t even hit the glass. The bullets went to where they were sent. As he fell, he wondered if this was how he was going to die. He had always known that he would meet his end in a blaze of fire but he never imagined that it was going to be this way. Blood spread across his neck and chest and traced paths on the floor. He smiled; he was going to die a brave man. The lady was not hit.

He tried to fight the unconsciousness looming over him as he saw the woman bend over him. She was pressing on his wounds and crying. Why is she crying for me? She doesn’t even know me.

“Don’t worry,” he heard her say nervously, “you’re not going to die. I will not let you die. The bullets didn’t hit any fatal spot. You’re going to be all right, I promise. Just stay with me. Stay with me. You’re not going to die.”

To him, it was as if the woman was rambling incoherently. He wanted to tell her to be quiet but found speaking such a difficulty. As his light slowly dimmed, he heard Abubakar’s voice calling his name from the background.

maxxy26:
Oga Larrysun we are reaily waiting 4rm the update,more grace in ur life,grab the damn popcorn nd chilled whrisk

Updated.

Kaycee9242:
Larry hope you are OK

I am. Thanks for the concern.

Bosun22:
BOSS,YOU PROMISED US SUNDAY....

ABEG WHERE IS IT??

Sorry for the delay. Updated.

Solowisy:
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Nice job @LarrySun i appreciate your effort. Kindly mention me in your next post. Thanks.

Updated.

The next update (The 16th Foes) shall be posted on Sunday. But if you can't wait till then, the PDF and other subsequent updates are available for sale at N50 only.

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yvonncute:
How much will it cost me to get the full copy of Maria 2

It's still a work-in-progress.

To be continued...

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***

There he was, the madman who took Hannah from him. He was about a hundred yards away from him. He could bring him down with just a bullet; but that would be too easy. This crazy person didn’t deserve such easy exit. He wanted to make his life a living hell. He wanted to make him feel the sense of loss he had been feeling since two years ago. No, he wouldn’t be given an easy way out. All Tobi wanted to do now was find a way to capture Abubakar now that he had sought him out. It didn’t seem like an easy task but he knew it was achievable. All he had to do was get rid of this useless amateurs who called themselves FAN. Let’s chase away the wolf before getting back at the sheep. He looked at the upstairs window and saw the stranger who had occupied his room. The man too had helped in killing the men. Who was he? Why was he helping him? Was he part of Abubakar’s crew too? A lot of questions to which he could find no answer teemed in his mind. Then he saw Irele come to the windowside. He breathed a sigh of relief. She was safe. Indeed, the stranger had not come to hurt her; that was satisfactory, at least. But where the hell had he come from?

He looked around for the killer from the restaurant but couldn’t find him. He was sure the man was around somewhere. That was the only man among the men who had come for him who knew what he was doing. Tobi respected him. He was a true killer. He was calculated, fast and clever. He seemed to have predicted Tobi’s every move. It was just miraculous that he was still alive, coupled with Abubakar and the stranger’s intervention. Tobi didn’t understand the stranger’s true intentions, but he was sure Abubakar didn’t come to his aid from the goodness of his heart. The crazy guy wanted the pleasure of killing him himself. But one thing Tobi feared was getting hit when he least suspected it. He had to look for that restaurant pursuer. It was imperative that he had to be sure he was not still lurking around. He saw one of the armed men run towards him. He rose up suddenly and squeezed one shot into his chest, precisely where he knew the tattoo would be. The man was rocked backward and he fell down dead immediately, spittle mixed with blood escaping from the corners of his mouth. Another one appeared beside him with his gun raised. He was taken down by the stranger from the window before Tobi could react. The man had just saved his life. As a show of gratitude, he gave the stranger a thumbs-up sign. The man smiled, placed one pistol at the windowsill and pleasantly replied Tobi’s gesture with a raised middle finger. Tobi frowned.

Instead of taking cover like every other sane person, Abubakar was walking around with his AK-49 and shooting at will. He had no visible target. The crazy guy was just shooting for the pleasure of it. Perhaps, that was what made him so dangerous in the first place. He could be as dangerous as a bee in a paperbag if he put his mind to it. Tobi wondered how he was going to capture this ultimate enemy and torture him accordingly. He wanted to ask him why he had to kill a noncombatant innocent woman because he couldn’t catch him. That was the peak of cowardice. And he hated Abubakar more than the devil for that act alone. Hold on, Hannah, your death would be avenged.

Then he saw the calculated thug. He was the only one who saw him, but it was too late to react. The man had appeared from a behind an SUV with a broken window and he was aiming at the window where Irele and the stranger stood.

“Irele, get down!” Tobi screamed out loud.

But it was too late. The thug squeezed out two quick shots. Blood spattered the window upstairs.

***

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DONADAMS:
Oga Larry..how can I get the full book of maria? you didn't finish in on NL..please reply

Are you talking of Book 1? It's available for sale on Okadabooks. Thanks.

Ann2012:
Thank God she escaped

Thanks for the update

Thanks for following.

To be continued...

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Update 13

The 13th Enemy

The chief had barely driven out of the orphanage when his fingers began to work themselves up Maria’s skirt; his left hand grabbed the steering-wheel and his right kept itself busy with the helpless girl’s thigh, like it was an extension of his armrest, if vehicles had armrests. While he rubbed his hand across the girl’s upper leg, Maria squirmed uncomfortably. She tried to move her legs away from the man’s reach but the fingers kept coming for her.

“Please stop this,” Maria begged sincerely, “I don’t like what you are doing.”

The man stared at her in shock, as if the girl had just slapped him across the face.

“How dare you talk to me in that manner? Who do you think you are?”

Maria turned her face and looked the man in the eyes. “What you are doing is wrong, sir.”

She had expected that the man would react with violence, and that was what the man did, except that she didn’t know that the attack would hurt so much. The man slapped her in the face three times.

“I’m old enough to be your grandfather, you bastard,” seethed the man, “It’s obvious that you lack home training.” He rewarded her with a fourth slap.

But Maria didn’t keep mute; she continued speaking even while she was being attacked. “Would you abuse your granddaughter this way?”

She had thought the man would flew into a bout of rage and beat her harder, but to her surprise the man smiled ruefully.

“If I had a grandchild as beautiful as you are, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.”

Maria stared at the man in shock. All her life, she had never heard anything uglier, more disgusting. Here was a monster; and she was immediately afraid for herself; she was scared of what the man was going to do to her as soon as they reached wherever she was being taken.

All through the rest of the journey, Maria could not say anything dissenting anymore as the man continued to work on her exposed thigh, but she continued to squirm away from the abuser. Thankfully, the man’s hands didn’t go beyond her left thigh for now. Maria knew she would burst into tears if the man’s hand reached her crotch; but he was only biding his time; there would be more time to take things to the next stage. The girl was going nowhere; she belonged to him. He was free to do unto her as he pleased. All his life, the man had always fantasized about defiling a teenager virgin. Now his dream was going to come true. He had paid a huge sum of money for this one. He felt like he had won the lottery; he didn’t only get a teenage virgin, he had gotten the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her fair and smooth skin seemed to glow, and it appeared like she had a kind of halo around her. Even without confirmation, the man knew that this one was indeed untouched. He smiled proudly to himself.

After about forty-five minutes of driving, he drove into the parking lot of Concorde Hotel. The hotel was one of the biggest in the city of Lagos. Politicians, foreigners and celebrities alike had chosen Concorde as their favourite relaxation spot. Apart from lodging and accommodation services the hotel offered, there were also other benefits attached; high-class call girls were always at the beck and call of the rich customers. Beautiful women all over the country were always carefully selected and trained to give clients the best of pleasures.

However, the chief had the intention of showing Maria off in the hotel. None of the beautiful girls in the hotel stood a chance in comparison with Maria. And he knew how he could use the girl to fetch himself some huge but easy cash. But first things first: he would have a taste of the sweet potato before anyone else did. He had some very crazy plans for the girl. As he looked beside him and stared at the girl, he smiled to himself; the beautiful bastard had no idea about what was coming to her.

He held Maria by the hand as he walked to the reception of the hotel. He was afraid that if he left her to be the girl might escape; he was not ready to give her that chance, not in a decade.

The pretty receptionist appeared to know the man very well, for she gave him the key to one of the rooms even before he demanded for it. They didn’t say a single word to each other. It was like chief bringing a lady to the hotel was a common happenstance, and there was only one thing that meant. There, of course, was an established understanding between the lady and the elderly man.

Having collected the ticket to his paradise, the man grabbed Maria by the arm and led her into a dimly-lit room he opened with the key. The room was neat. Maria had never seen any room more beautiful; and right there, the girl swore that she, too, would be rich enough to afford this kind of lifetsyle, no matter what it took her. She would never be anyone’s slave when she became rich. She would be in total control of her own life.

The man drew Maria into the room and locked the door behind them, then he extracted the key and put it in his pocket. The girl watched him as he perform this drama.

“You can have your seat,” he told her.

Maria looked around the room. The only place she could sit was on the bed. She shook her head and said, “I’d rather remain standing.”

The man stared at her for a moment; he was sizing her up from the crown of her head to the sole of her feet. Finally, he shrugged and said, “Your funeral” as he went to the corner of the room and opened the fridge. He reached for a bottle of cold beer and returned to the bed. He continued watching the girl standing before him as he drank. In quick gulp, he downed the bottle and placed it beside another empty bottle already sitting on a small table beside the bed.

Then he stood up and opened another door that led to the bathroom, leaving her alone. The first thing Maria did as soon as the bathroom door was shut was try opening the door, but she couldn’t get it unlocked. The man had kept the key in his pocket. Except she had the key, there was no way she could escape. At first, she had thought the man had only gone to relieve himself and would be back in less than five minutes. It was when she heard the rushing of water that she realised that the man was having a shower. She was mildly surprised; the man had gone into the convenience fully-clothed; he didn’t give the indication that he was going to shower. The sound of the shower and the whistling of the man from the bathroom gave Maria a shiver. She knew what this meant; as soon as the man came out of the bathroom, he was going to pounce on her, and there was nothing she would be able to do about it; she was too powerless to fight the man off. Besides, she had been educated by Titi that rapists usually developed superhuman strengths, and there was nothing a woman could to stop a determined rapist.

The man had not left the bathroom when she began to cry. She knew it was over for her; she was going to be robbed of her pride, she had no one to help her out. How could life be so cruel? She could imagine nothing more terrifying that the fate she was soon to suffer. Titi had told her that she had been raped the first time, too, and she had felt useless afterward. She had hated herself and had considered committing suicide. The rape, the loss of her womanly pride, had made her feel unworthy of life. It had only taken a form of divine intervention for her to not kill herself; but she had never been the same person afterward. She was psychologically affected, but nobody knew. The darkness lived within her until her ultimate end of days.

By the time the man reappeared he was wearing nothing except for the small towel wrapped round his waist. Maria had to cover her mouth to keep herself from screaming; something told her that screaming would not help her at all. It might infuriate the man and cause him to do even worse to her. If she could collect herself and try to reason with the man, she might get away unscathed. It was a thousand chances to one, but she was willing to take it. She quickly wiped her tears and tried to keep her eyes away from the man’s crotch that seemed to be bulging massively.

As her captor walked towards her, Maria went down on her knees and spoke:

“I know what you are about to do is what you believe you have the right to do, considering the circumstances, and I completely understand. But I am a little girl. I am helpless. I have no one. This thing you are about to do will destroy me. I know that deep down you are a very kind man and you really don’t want to hurt me. Please sir, I am using everything you hold dear in this world to beg you, please just let me go. Do me this one favour and I will be forever indebted to you. I will give every day of my life to pray for you; I will pray you find mercy wherever you turn, I will pray that your generations know no lack. Please sir, I am begging you. I have no way of refunding the money you paid to have me, but I will owe my life to you, if you would spare me. I promise you that I will never return to where you picked me. Will you show kindness to a helpless girl? My life has not begun, sir. Please don’t destroy it before it begins. Just let me go and the good Lord will perform miracle in your life.”

The man quietly listened to the girl. His facial expression registered concern, like he was deeply touched by the girl’s words. He was quiet; he didn’t interrupt the girl. He allowed her to pour out all her emotions. His expression deepened when the girl looked up and he saw tears in her eyes.

Then suddenly, he loosened the towel he wore and exposed his unclothedness to her. His manhood bobbed up and down like a yoyo. It was long and hard, slightly curved to the right at the tip. Maria had never seen anything more frightening.

“Take it in your mouth,” the elderly man urged, pushing himself forward to her mouth.

Maria had no choice but to scream. The man was laughing as he tried to force himself into the girl’s mouth. He eventually succeeded and pushed himself deep into her throat, choking the poor girl. He was moaning as he pushed in and out of the girl’s mouth. By this time, Maria had falling on her back, pushed by the pressure of the manhood, and he was on top, naked and wet, groaning loudly as he brushed the girl’s teeth with his scrotum and scraped her tongue, towards her throat, with his huge member. At a time, Maria could not breathe, she wanted to vomit but she tried her best to hold it in. She might gag herself in her own vomit, which might cost her her life, and the man wouldn’t give a care in the world. She squirmed and tried to turn away from the man’s trap but the person on her was a grizzly bear. There was nothing she could do except the man released his hold on her, and that was nothing he was willing to do anytime soon, for it seemed like he was on cloud nine with the pleasure the MouthAction was giving him. Occasionally, he would squeeze the girl’s throat with his strong hands and jerk away, then he would release his hold when she started to lose consciousness. He continued punishing the girl this way for over ten minutes before he finally stopped.

When he eventually stopped, Maria was too powerless to rise. The man had done a terrible number on her. Then he bent down and lifted her up as if she were a schoolbag; he deposited her on the bed and began to relieve her of her clothes. He pulled up her dress first and saw the most beautiful pair of round breasts he had ever set his eyes upon; the girl was not wearing bra. Maria had no money of her own to afford a bra, and Madam Comfort didn’t care about her let alone buying her things like bra and pants. Luckily for her, the few panties she had were bought for her by Titi. Once Titi had bought her a bra but it was too small for her and she had given it out to another girl. She was more comfortable wearing no bra than wearing one that was too tight. The man stared goggle-eyed at the breasts and handle them roughly. He started moaning again. He was indeed finding himself in paradise. It was true, he realised, this girl was the whole package. He had never been with anyone as beautiful, not even remotely. He wanted to suck the dark n*pples that stood like two islands in the middle of an ocean but he restrained himself. He had all the time in the world to do that. He was going to take his time well. He liked biding his time; he was not very fond of rushing things, he had made an exception, of course, with this girl because he could not stop himself. Those smooth thighs, the beautiful lips, the lovely breasts – no man could resist reaching for them.

He moved down to her crotch and pulled down her skirt. She was wearing a pair of blue pants. He brought his nose close to it and smelt the sweet fragrance. He had never smelled anything nicer. It was as if he was getting high with pleasure; he closed his eyes and soaked in the aroma of the girl’s nether-kingdom. Very slowly, he pulled off the pants. Maria was breathing shallowly all the while the man was doing all these. She was weeping bitterly and continued begging the man to stop. As usual, her pleas fell on deaf ears.

When both of them were finally totally naked, the man climbed on top of the girl and tried to guide himself into her. He parted her legs with his knees to allow himself easy entry. He knew exactly what he was going to do; as soon as the tip touched the lip of the vulva, he would push himself in roughly, with all the strength he possessed. He knew what he should do but he refused to do it. He knew he was supposed to lubricate the organs before driving home but he intentionally wanted to hurt the girl. He wanted to let her know that he owned her and he could do to her anything whatsoever.

The next thing that occurred happened so fast that he had no time to react. The girl he had thought was too weak to fight for her freedom suddenly reached for one of the beer bottles on the small table by the bed. She was too fast; he was still wondering where she had gotten the strength and agility when she crashed the bottle on his head. The glass exploded and tore open his head, blood gushed out like a burst pipeline. Some of the shards of the glass cut Maria in the stomach but she didn’t mind. The most important thing for her right now was save herself from this villain. The bloody man held his bleeding head and fell to the other side of the bed. Maria scrambled to get off the bed but the man held her at the ankle.

“Let go of me!” she screamed in fear. She looked behind and saw that the man’s eyes were burning with rage. The blood that flowed to his eyelids made him more hideous.

“You are going nowhere, you bastard!” bleated the man, “You’re a dead meat!”

Maria continued screaming as the man drew her closer. He had the strength of a beast. Maria realised that he was still bent on having his way with her even though he was losing a lot of blood. The white bedsheet was getting soaked with blood, but he didn’t mind. However, his determination to sleep with the girl by all means made him stupid. He didn’t know when Maria picked up another bottle. This one was a lot thicker than the previous. She brought it up and struck with her might.

Surprisingly, the bottle did not break, but the grizzly bear went down like rain, rendered totally unconscious. He had been hit in the exact spot he was struck the first time; the pain was too much for him to endure this time around.

Maria did not bother finding out if the man was still alive. She scrambled out of the bed and reached for the door. She was at the point of losing her equilibrium to panic. It was when the door refused to open that she remembered that the man had kept the key in his pocket; it was also then that she realised she was still naked.

She quickly grabbed her clothes and went to the bathroom. Time was very essential here; the evil man might wake up anytime soon. If he did, Maria knew she would not get a third chance. She quickly washed the blood off herself before wearing her clothes. Then she proceeded to search for the key. She saw the pair of trousers hanging from a hook and she quickly grabbed it. The first pocket she searched presented her with a wad of money. Maria didn’t waste time in keeping the money to herself. Then she reached her hand into the second pocket and extracted the key. She left the bathroom immediately and returned to the living room where the bloody man still laid unconscious on the bloody bed. She quickly wore her pair of shoes and unlocked the door. She walked briskly down the corridor, looking behind her. She was scared the man might suddenly dash out of the room and give a pursuit.

It was only when she stepped out of the hotel that Maria pulled off her shoes and ran like she had never done before. She would go anywhere, anywhere far away from the man.

As she ran, she thought about Madam Comfort and everything she had suffered under the woman – she shook her head.

No! She would never return to the orphanage – not ever!

Brutal Encounters

Don quietly stepped into the room. He could hear water rushing from the inner room. He didn’t need any prophet to tell him that it was the woman whom the deadly Tobi had taken along that was in there. He wondered if the lady had an aversion to wearing clothes; it was as if she enjoyed being naked or something – a typical nudist. Well, he wasn’t here for her. He was here to take that thing Tobi had held so dear that he had to kill his friend over – the document. He found it as soon as he stepped into the first room. It was lying there obliquely on the sofa. For a moment, he thought about how something so simple, something seeming so irrelevant could be the cause of so many havocs. He would have taken the woman instead but he didn’t programme himself that way; he wasn’t going to use an innocent person to get at Tobi. Even though the famed dangerous killer had killed his friend, he was not going to bring himself down to his level. If he would fight Tobi, he would not take the cowardly way; he would face him man-to-man. He knew he was very capable of taking on Tobi and finishing him off; he desperately wanted to prove his worth to Abubakar. Tobi didn’t look dangerous in the least; and Don believed the killer’s mean streak was highly overrated. He almost found it unbelievable that he was able to kill Abubakar’s brother. Well, if Abubakar himself was unable to do it, he would look Tobi in the eye when he killed him. That was indeed why he didn’t shoot him at the back of the head the previous night, and also for the fact that, for some reasons which was still mysterious, Abubakar didn’t want him dead yet. Whatever way it was, his friend’s death would be avenged. Tobi was going to die today whether anyone liked it or not.

As he picked up the document and made to leave, a voice sounded behind him.

“Who are you?”

He turned around. It was the nudist. This time, once again, she was having towel around her. Don scoffed in amusement. There wasn’t a time he hadn’t seen her without towel.

“Do you hate wearing clothes or what?”

“Huh?” For a moment, his statement did not make any sense to her, she looked at herself and realized what he meant. “How is that any of your business? Have you been following us? Are you a FAN too? Are you here to kill us?”

“If I wanted to kill you, you would have been dead since last night.”

“What do you want with us?”

“I have nothing to do with you. I am here for that your bastard boyfriend that killed my friend.”

“Tobi is not here. He’s downstairs.”

“I know.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

Don realized that she was looking at him as if he was a rapist. “Oh! Come on! You’re not my type. I only came here for this,” he flashed the red document.

“Why do you want that? You said you’re not a FAN.”

“This is my leverage against your boyfriend, my dear. He’s going to pay for all what he has done.”

“I can’t allow you to take that,” Irele said, but she wasn’t moving. She was still frozen by fear. The only part of her body moving was her mouth. The intruder looked quite dangerous. She had to relate with him with caution.

Don carried a smirk on his face, “And who is going to stop me? You?”

The sounds of three sequential gunshots from downstairs interrupted their argument. While Irele ran into the inner room, Don initially laid flat on the ground. He thought he was being under attack. Maybe Tobi was across the street and shooting at him from the window. The gunfires soon became louder as the shooters seemed to have taken their fights to the street. Certain that he wasn’t under attack, he slowly rose up and cautiously walked to the window; he didn’t want to eye a stray bullet.

He saw two men shooting at each other – one armed thug was chasing Tobi. The thug seemed to be calculated in his shots; and Tobi himself, on the other hand, seemed to understand what his pursuer was doing as he jumped, somersaulted and hid behind a red water-tank. This was another man, probably a FAN too, trying to kill Tobi. No! He wasn’t going to allow that. He didn’t follow Tobi all the way here just to see him get killed by a random thug. Abubakar would not be pleased with him. He had to stop this pursuer, no matter what. Where the hell is Abu?

As he raised his gun from the window to shoot Tobi’s pursuer, he saw a group of armed men emerge from a corner. Holy Mouth Gig! Tobi was in deep trouble. How would he be able to get out of this trouble alone? Surely, not even Jack Bauer could escape this Sodom and Gomorrah on repeat mode. Don ignored the pursuer and began shooting at the group of men ready to tear Tobi into pieces with their bullets. But they were too much; even he would not be able to take them on alone; but he was going to do everything he could to make sure that Tobi was not killed. The guy was not for them to be killed. He dropped the document and began to squeeze the triggers of the two pistols he held like a maniac. Burn in hell, all of you! Burn in hell!

He thought that, through sheer miracle, it was his guns that were falling the men until he sighted the greatest shooter he had ever known – Abubakar. Joy filled his heart as he saw Abu shooting sporadically; blowing off the enemies’ head, necks, torsos, one at a time. Abubakar’s presence gave him more confidence and he continued shooting away at the men. The few left alive scattered to different directions, giving Tobi the chance to hide to a more secure place. Even the calculated and initially brave pursuer too managed to take cover this time around.

“Is Tobi alive?” Don heard Irele ask behind him. She was dressed in jeans and shirt this time around, but her hair was in disarray; she had no time to comb or style it. However, she looked good enough. “Please tell me he’s not dead.”

“Calm your nerves, lady,” he replied her, “Tobi’s death is in our hands, not those bastards’.”

He looked back to the street, Tobi’s pursuer was nowhere to be found.

***

YeSJacky:
HUMAN TRAFFICKING/ABUSE OF OFFICE/SLAVERY/DEFILEMENT: Today being 26-04-2019 at about 1956hrs, one Matron Nene of Orphanage home Calabar came to the charge room and reported that, on Monday at about 1500hrs she went to the Orphanage home at Lagos state where she worked before she was transferred to Calabar and found out that the Matron that succeeded her, one miss Comfort 'f' surname unknown has been giving the girls in the home out to men for canal knowledge, sold off one Titi 'f' and one Maria 'f' for reasons best known to her, enslaved the unfortunate girls, and refused to guard, guide and protect the girls as she has promised when she joined the force.
She further stated that the said Comfort has refused to tell the whereabout of the kids and why she hurt the gurls so badly. Hence her report. ACTION: Case recorded and referred to CIID for further investigation. Entry made by Inspr. YesJacky CNC president Buhari

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