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I've checked the website. It seems like it's only Christian books that are featured on the site's platform.

Impressive story. I was held spellbound. Good job, ma'am. I'm hungry for more.
However, good editing would give this amazing piece a new face.
God bless you, Kit.

A4dams:
boss drop update for dem ur pipu na

I updated today, sir.

BlissB:
To a very prolific writer...i pray for a better you and many more grease to your pen HaPpY BiRtHdAY LarrySun!!!

Oh! Thank you so much, ma'am!

I'm curious, is Wilson your maiden name? I like it.

omoshelwa:
Now m finally here
say hello to the girl of the thread...


Bro larrysun. I'm stuck to you like a hunch. Keep delivering this... God bless.

Welcome, Omoshelwa dear. God bless you too, ma'am.

XploraBen:
I am always amazed at the concinnity of your stories.You're such a phenomenal writer.Your stories--which I've read here on nairaland--always portray the depth of your intelligence,and an impressive comprehension of the English vocabulary.

I'm also trying to write a story--a short one.I just found my knack for it recently.I know you can be a very good critic.

Welldone bro,more ink to your pen,more Mb to your device.

Thank you so much, sir.

Kindly share the link of that short story if you've written it.

leppyj:
Nice larrysun.

Thank you, LeppyJ.

Randyblincks:
What manner of a man is this Boss larrysun ur d best!

Lol! I'm blushing, sir.

VanTee20:
This is awesome, well done sir....

Thank you, sir. You've been quite scarce lately.

Sleekyshuga:
Interesting one, Larry..

Thank you, ma'am.

Part Three

And it came to pass when Timi's release date arrived, and the gate of the prison was flung open for the insane prisoner. The freedom could be assumed to be well-deserved, as he did not hack any inmate or warden to pieces all through the years of his incarceration. He had taken up a polite mien and convinced the jailers that he deserved the liberty.

The first place Timi went after his release was his grandfather's house. The old house had looked older since the past five years. Shrubs sprouted from all corners of the house but the ambience of the surroundings was still pleasant. He walked to the door, donned the rubber gloves he had in his pocket and knocked. There was the poster of an obituary at the side of the entrance but Timi was too excited to read what it contained. He knocked again, there was no response. Another knock, still there came no reply. He turned the handle and the door gave way. He quietly opened the door and poked his head in. Certain that it was safe to enter, he allowed the rest of his body into the large living room. He found the old man sitting in an armchair. A small stool in front of him bore a wineglass and a half-full bottle of Bacardi.


The old grandfather was looking very old and weak. Timi was surprised he hadn't died yet. He was more surprised that the old man was not surprised to see him. He has always pictured in his head how terrified the man would be on seeing him. But contrarily, the old billionaire looked relaxed, but his eyes were not welcoming. There was a walking stick resting against the chair he sat in.

"Hello grandpa," Timi greeted, trying to make his voice as intimidating as possible.

"What do you want?" The man scowled back.

"I'm here for my inheritance, granny. The prodigal grandson has returned."

"You're getting nothing. Didn't I make myself clear two days ago?"

"Of course, you did. I was hoping you would have a rethink. It breaks my heart to see that you're still as headstrong even with your weak health."

"Get out of my house." Old George calmly said and reached for the wineglass. With shaky hands, he poured himself some wine and sipped slowly.

Timo shook his head and said, "You're so pathetic. I don't think you are in any position to make me leave. Not until I get what I want."

"You're getting nothing. I'd rather die than make you an heir."

Timi nodded, went to the small bar in the corner of the room, took out a wineglass and poured himself a drink from the bottle in front of his grandfather.

"You have made your choice," said the grandson, "It's my turn to make mine." With that statement, he put the glass to his lips and drank the wine. As he placed the glass on the table, he quickly rushed to the old man and gave him a sudden punch on the jaw. The old man passed out on the chair. Timi had been careful to make the blow a fatal one. It was very important that the man did not die from the punch. And fortunately for Timi, his grandfather had only lost consciousness. The glove he wore had helped in reducing the impact of the blow.

Timi ran to the door and locked it from within. Then he returned to his unconscious grandfather. He knew that the old man's room was on the top floor. He didn't have to carry his grandfather out of the house to get to the top floor, the stairs were readily erected in the living room. It was from the top of these stairs that his mother had fallen and broken her neck a few months after his birth. He knew that because no day would pass by without his father reminding him about the tragic story. Now after twenty-five years, his grandfather was going to roll down that flight of stairs as his mother had.

Timi carried his grandfather on his shoulder and climbed to the top of the stairs. If, perhaps, investigators came, he wanted them to believe that the old man, while climbing the stairs, had lost his footing and had tumbled down the staircase. On reaching the top of the stairs, Timi removed the fake handwritten will and put it in the pocket of the man's overcoat. He found some money in the other pocket and kept it. He needed the money both to feed himself and also buy some clothes. Then he firmly held his grandfather's head and hit it hard on the edge of the concrete step. He could hear a crunch as the base of the old man's skull shattered inward. There was no doubt that the man was now dead. He pushed the body down the steps and watched his grandfather roll and roll until he hit the ground.

His job was finished. No one would doubt that the man had had an accident. Timi was careful to leave no print behind as he opened the door and stepped out of the house.

Pukka36:
Hope T'is not too late to wish one of Nairaland's finest a happy birthday?




In health,wealth and in strength.

Awww!!! Thank you so much, ma'am. It's never too late. May God bless you a bunch.

efzbah:
Well done Larry quite interesting.

Thank you, ma'am.

nellyme:
Nice but short update...I and blacky share something in common *i like mathematics

No wonder you stole my heart away, honey.

kingphilip:
Wow now black will be a better informed thief.. This one he's falling in love with mathematics which involves calculations I'm thinking this will increase how he calculates his moves and make him better on the job he's up to

Nice one LarrySun boss
awaiting the next episode's

The greatest thieves calculate their moves before engaging their actions. But, unfortunately, even the Ikorodu robbers were apprehended.

Pukka36:
Xo happy that Black is beginning to like school

He's an intelligent pilferer.

JeffreyJamez:
Nice update...... Till next month again... se Larry

LOL!!! No, the next update shall be posted as soon as it is typed.

toykathy:
I always trust larrysun to deliver but what baffles me is ur sêx scene description. I never knew u were all rounder. Weldone LS, never regret readin any of ur works. God bless u bro.



Logodwhiz is here again, i tire 4u o. U be MTN

Lol! The sex scene is just a new, strange angle I tried to explore with subtlety.

Thank you a bunch, ma'am.

kingphilip:
What was running through Peter Black's mind was how he was going to rob his vice-principal.


This part is so damn funny to me... And those words as Kitme rightly pointed out are salient point in which we must make sure to make it part of our life so that we may not derail in the pursuit of our dreams


LarrySun always dishing out the best as e de hot

Thank you so much, sir. When I write, I always tell myself it must be something worth reading for Kingphilip.

God bless you, sir.

RICKYMARIO:
Wow, finally caught up.
It will definitely be an anomallly for me to read and keep mute.You are doing a WONDERFUL job.
Happy belated birthday may God's blessings and favours continue to be upon you
more grace....

Thank you so much, sir. I'm glad you're enjoying the story.

And thanks for the birthday prayers.

ojjp:
Black has a thievery blood flowin through his vein, he is blind to d sayin "all days for d thief, one day for d owner".
Karma knows no mercy, whether an orphan, widows, etc.

Basket might bcom an enlightened thief; stealin wt pen instead of muscle, knife or gun like some educated folks.

Bros one gbosa 4u.

Lol @ educated thief. Thank you, sir.

zyzxx:
lolzzzzz to rub the principal ?
I guess black has choose the part he want to follow

He obviously has.