••••

The whole cabin was thrown into disarray.
Luke just kept on staring in disbelief as the Jamaican fighter fell into a brief concussion and laid still.

"You have killed him" A man who examined the pulse and heartbeat of the dying man exclaimed.

I was in shock as I mentally examined the occurrence that just happened.
Luke beat a man to death because of me?
It was more like he fought for the integrity of his country.

The sympathetic screams attracted the naval officers on duty.
They came in, examined the man and handcuffed Luke.
It was more like a dream and I was going to jail.
Once again, I cursed Willie.

Luke was led out of the cabin to the officer's mess, with Roy tagging behind.
The thought of going to jail with Luke made my head spin.
Actually, l wasn't involved in the fight but it was connected to me.
And as bro code per say, it was also my cross to bear.

After what seemed like eternity, Luke and Roy returned with a grin on their face.
I jerked off my bed almost dashing my head on the top bunk.

"What happened? What's our fate?" I kept inquiring?

"Everything is fine, the old fool isn't dead...he just went into comatose because of the drugs" Luke explained.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mate," Roy held my shoulders. "Life tough! Survive, fight! Never let one push off your glory cuz fight is fight and survive".

For the very first time, I understood Roy.
I read meanings to his incomprehensible phrases and I got insight.

"Luke, thank you!" I told him.

He smiled, "I did it for Nigeria..."

In a matter of seconds, the cabin returned to it's light atmosphere as jokes were made about the fight.

After an hour of an eventful journey, gunshots were heard.
The entire ship was in deep frenzy and chaos.
The bullets flew sporadically and punctured parts of the ship.
It seems the mask man wielded an assault chambered rifle.

"Pirates..." The naval officers clamored.

A gun battle ensured between the officers and the invaders.
I had to block my ears as the gun shots was deafening. I laid down and for the second time in one day, I cursed Willie.
Maybe I was on a movie set because the sounds of bullets shattering pieces of the ship were like sounds in Hollywood gun battle.
After some minutes, there was silence and deep groaning.

"On air, hands up!"
I kept hearing commands.

A hefty man with a scarf crossed over his face entered our cabin. He held two block pistol.

"You...hands on air" He screamed and fired.
I almost froze to death as a bullet whizzed past my head. At that instance, I couldn't hold my bladder again, I released my urine freely.

"Out.." He screamed again.

Every passengers came out of hiding, with their hands on the air.
We were led to the officers mess.
I could count twelve men, armed to the teeth and some dead naval officers.

"Down.." A man who seemed to be the leader screamed.

Everyone struggled for a space to lie down. Two fat men laid on top of me.
Though their body stench was nauseating, but I thanked God for the coverage In case the pirates opened fire on everyone.

"Dollars in ship..i need, I go!" The leader voiced.

That was another Roy with incomprehensible talks.

"Information, dollars in container. Give me, i go!"

There was silence and heavy whimpers.

"Last Chance, dollars...i go..travel continue!"

There was a brief silence and a man was dragged by the pirate. A gun was pointed to his head.

"Dollars, I get..dollars refuse...bullet kaboom!"

The man kept pleading, "I'm just an innocent traveller...i don't know about.."

His plea was cut short by a powerful slap.

The leader gave a signal and the man was bundled up and taken to the deck. He was shot and thrown overboard.

These pirates really meant business.

Another lady was dragged up.

"Dollars no, I kill.."

There was an outcry from the passengers.

"Woman..wife..woman...breastfeed!"

"I am a mother of four, please I don't have dollars" She cried.

"Hear, woman..children four!"

The Pirate sent two bullets into the woman and her body was thrown overboard.
Another man was dragged out.
It then dawned on everyone that these animals were ready to kill every single passengers if their demands were not met.

"Dollars, I go...no, man die. Father, brother."

This ship was an African ship heading to Cameron, why were these Indians in need of dollars.
Yes, Indians...the pirates looked like one.

The victim case was unfortunate, he was tied and thrown into the high sea alive. His fearful screams could be heard even underneath the water.

I started praying for forgiveness of sins not also forgetting to curse Willie.
I started counting down to my side, it would take the death of twelve more people to get to me.
I somehow resigned to fate and prayed for the pirates to get me because one of the two men above me released hell of fart which destabilised my system.

The leader of the pirates dragged a lady out.

"Dollar...i kill"

The woman was sobbing. A naval officer got up with his hands raised above his head.

"Please don't kill my wife, believe me, I loaded the containers there's nothing like dollars in this ship!"

"Lie...information!" The leader barked.

The man moved forward with boldness that scared everyone.

"I said there is no dollars...I can't allow you to kill my wife" The man pleaded.

"Kill or dollars. Your wife, you widow. Your wife, children orphan!" The leader barked.

"You don't threaten a dead man family.." The man took a step forward.

The leader pointed the gun to him, but the officer swerved the hand and hopped on his nose, biting and dragging.
The other pirates in alarm fired multiple bullets into the man's body.
Alas, the man's will was strong. He never let go not until he fell down with the pirate's nose in his mouth.

Blood flew freely from the wounded nose cartilage. It seems the officer had vampire teeth. I wasn't sure if the leader would survive the onslaught on his nose.
The death of the officer made a psychological impact on the passengers that they could defend their lives.
As if on three counts, there was a roar in the ship..the wild passion for survival..the roar of anger for the dead comrades.
A big fight started, the passengers and the pirates.
Hell broke loose.
The definition of chaos came into play.

I got up and ran to a safe spot to hide.
It seems the pirates were dispossessed of their guns. It was an old fashioned fist battle. The true definition of hardcore.

I spotted a man in ponytail with a large stick displaying some ninja stunts.
Roy stole the spotlight as he comfortably handled four men, dodging their blows and maiming them expertly by swinging his sticks.
His acrobatic moves reminded me of the fictional character in D.B Weiss Games of Thrones; Oberyn Martell.

Luke at the extreme wrestled roughly with two pirates.

I froze in shock when I spotted a Pirate racing towards me in anger with a sharp dagger, curved at the end more like an execution dagger.

"Please I'm not among the fighters.." I was tempted to plead but I remembered Roy's admonishment.
'Fight..survive'.

At least back then in secondary school, I attended a couple of self defence classes.
I jogged softly, my eyes trained on the attacker.
I watched his hand movement, as he advanced closer my fear got the better part of me and I ran.
The pirates chased after me at close marking.
I stopped, turned and in nick of time, I grabbed his weapon hand.
I tried to twist it but he sent a heavy punch to my jaw.
My hand never left his wrist, he tried changing his weapon hands and I got the opening.
I rammed my head on his face twice in quick succession. The weapon dropped down.
The impact of the headbutt made me dizzy.
The pirate grabbed my neck with his two fingers, seems he targeted my throat but I quickly dug two punches to his stomach.
He staggered, I made a soft leap and buried my legs on his chest.
The impact wasn't powerful but he staggered backwards and dropped on one knee.
I miscalculated my landing and fell flat on my buttocks. I groaned in pains.
The pirate grabbed the knife and swung it at me but it missed narrowly.
I flipped backwards and stood erect, trusting my instincts and reflex.
The pirate swung again and I made a chest movement and grabbed his wrist, this time I twisted it and the knife dropped.
I caught it quick, the pirate retrieved a Barrett pistol from his hostler.
He made to cock it but I buried the knife into his stomach.
The pirate looked at me in pains, dropped the gun and went on his knees, blood oozing out of his mouth.

"Killer Frost..." He smiled and fell on his back.

The knife in my hand dropped in fear, shock and deep surprise.
The pirate knew my surname, he even added the title killer to it.
Willie had made me a murderer.

The pirates bodies were bundled and thrown overboard while the late passengers were taken to a small facility in the ship.
Over nineteen casualties were recorded.
Everyone wept.

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As he opened his mouth to speak, the stench of gin mixed with heroine made me feel nauseating.

"Brethren, inna chase you down away from my bunker.." The man said in a loud voice.

It seems he was dead high, and from deductions, arguing with a high piped man wasn't advisable as all sense of reasoning is lost in such euphoria.

"Is this your bunker, I didn't see you.."
I wasn't allowed to complete my sentence as I was tossed off like a piece of rag.

My cabin crew got calm, maybe to see my next line of action.

I got up, dusted myself and went to him.
"Why did you push me?"

"Inna watch you. You looking like a Babylonian. But Jah promised to chase all them Babylonians to hell...scum from here!" He ordered and laid back on bed.

I fumed in anger, not wanting to cause a scene I left his presence.
There was no empty bunker for me so I sat on the upturned crate of beer.

"Frost! back to position!" Roy called out.

"Really, Mate..you just let a madman drag you off your bed and you go sit on the floor!" Luke stared at me in disbelief.
Other passengers muttered in disbelief while some ginger my morale to fight.
After a minute, without any movement from me..they began to throw jabs at me.
Not until one said, "naija are truly cowards".
Luke took the statement personal.

"You said we are?" Luke asked.

"Cowards...you don't try that shit to a Zulu. When Xenophobia started in my country, Nigerians played the victim card. We wanted a war but they couldn't fight back. The world has evolved pass the era of peace making and dialogue. To survive, you need to fight back!" The man narrated.
The demoniac speech spurred Luke to prove true patriotism and to protect his country's worth in the eyes of foreigners.
Luke got up and moved closer to the man, "I hope you remember this day...i hope you tell it to your children that we ain't cowards".

" Hey you!! Gerrof that bed or I'll mess you up!" Luke approached the man on my bunker with clenched fist.

"Whatta guan?" The man sat upright..

"I will throw you overboard..I swear on my mother's life" Luke snarled.

"As if your mum wasn't a p√ssy!" The man riposte.

BANG!!!
Luke's fist connected with the man's upper jaw.
The man rubbed his jaw and smiled coldly.
Before he could make a move, Luke sent an uppercut to his chin and drew blood..
The man in the speed of light, threw himself on Luke and they both fell to the ground.
He sat on top of Luke, pinned down his hands and began punching him.
His punch sounded more like a hammer and in a split seconds Luke's face was all bloodied up.
Luke made a sharp flip and tossed him aside.
The man got up quickly and buried his knee into Luke's groin.
The effects sent Luke's head crashing against the metal bunk.
He rushed at Luke, grabbed him by the collar spitting into his face, without warning Luke buried his heels into his groin, elbowed directly to his adams apple and smashed him to the ground. The impact was terrific and the man gave up the ghost.

tbc....

Episode 12
Bon Voyàgë déux..

Frost??

The Ship had six cabins which housed nine bunkers. The cabins were spaciously fitted with an ensuite toilet and bathroom, a double bed, a desk and a porthole.
We were nine in our cabin(Roy and Luke inclusive).

Passengers were allowed to access the deck but I laid on my bunk. Six minutes into the journey, I began to have a sickening feeling of nausea. I held my stomach in trepidation.
The passengers in my cabin kept on sharing their escapades while I laboured in pain.
Already, the sight of the high sea already made me sick in the head.

Ten minutes later, I couldn't hold back the vomit as I poured it out on the ground almost spilling some on Luke.
I had to rush to the toilet.
I could hear the men screaming and cursing me for messing up the cabin, I spent some time in the toilet before I came out with a mop can.

"Sorry, sea disease is what you are. First time you travel, sick you be. Second time, you are adapted" Roy said.

I didn't even pay attention to his incomprehensible talk. I kept mopping and praying that I shouldn't throw up again.
After cleaning up the mess, I returned the mop to the toilet and lay down on my bunker.
A crate of chilled beer was brought to the cabin by a naval official.
As usual, Roy offered me a bottle but I rejected. I couldn't add alcohol to my already messed up system.
The discussions in my cabin was spontaneous as it ranged from anecdotes of sailors tale to sex then politics and finally women.
All manner of card games were played but I couldn't venture into any of it because of my imminent health.

"I'm hungry..." Luke complained.

"Where good food..." Roy said and tapped me, "officer mess"

I couldn't understand him and I faced Luke for clarity, "let's go to the officer's mess".

I simply nodded and joined them. We passed other cabins and we approached a larger one which looked like a restaurant. I avoided looking at the translucent window coverage which revealed a large space of the blue sea.
We took our seats with other passengers and a lady trotted towards us. I was surprised to see a lady in the ship, actually there was more of them.
We showed our cruise ticket before we were given a menu to make our choices.
I settled for peppersoup and plantain while Luke and Roy ate what looked like a scorpion. I later learnt it was catfish.
Even in the officer's mess, the unending anecdotes still flourished. A Ghanaian man kept on telling us how he had the chance to rule Africa as a continent but refused to because he loved Europeans.
" I rather prefer to be a houseboy to a European than rule Africa".

The tales were interesting while some were downright senseless.

"I supported Paul Libya when he wanted to campaign. I sold all my father's properties in Duola and gave it to him. I went to China and collected power from their goddess. I called Barack Obama to bring twenty million dollars from world bank and I gave it to Paul. I even stopped sending my children to school so that I could sponsor his campaign. I divorce my wife, disown my family so that I could concentrate on his campaign. But when he won, he forgot me. Not even a phone call to appreciate my benevolence. When I wanted to send my first son to learn a trade, it was a hair dressing work and it cost two thousand CFA. I didn't have the money, so I called Paul, he refused to pick my call. I was so broke and poor, no one to help. I decided to run to Cotonou. I left my children in Duola and went. I started selling cars and I got someone's three daughters pregnant. I ran away to Bayelsa but Nigeria didn't do well for me. Now I'm going back to Cameron" A man narrated.

It seems our ship was packed with mentally derailed individuals.

"I was the first fisherman to capture a mermaid life in Atlantic ocean" Another got up to narrate.

"Please, I want to ask a question..." Another man got up. His accent sounded deep like the south Africans. "My son has been failing his exams right from when he got to secondary school. His mates are in the university but he said he wants to be a bomber...please what is bomber?"

"Why don't you ask him...is he not your son?" A man threw shades at him.

"My son doesn't know...that's why I asked".

"Your son is a big antelope. He doesn't know what he wants to be".

"Kenyan are always senseless and ugly...you are the antelope in fact you are a bufallo. How dare you call my son an antelope?"

The argument kept on brewing and we left the officer's cabin.
We returned to our cabin and met the entire passengers singing with a Jamaican crooner who played country side reggae.

I hopped on my bunker and slept off.
Few minutes later, a hand tapped me roughly.
I opened my eyes furiously to see a short staunch man on dreadlocks looking down on me with blood shot eyes.
The staring contest lasted for a while until I broke the silence.

"Any problem?"

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Mark Frost.....I just pity your life. Thanks for the update John

You're welcome...

•••

Four hours and counting, the ship wasn't insight.
I already finished my screening and I held my cruise ticket in one hand and a spoon in another.
I scooped the hot catfish pepper soup on the table into my mouth. It helped with the cold.
I and other passengers sat in a pub waiting for the ship.
Roy and Like seemed to be in a smoking competition. They had exhausted eight packs of Benson cigarettes.

"Mate!" Roy tapped me, he handed a stick to me and I refused politely.

"Mate, your church pastors preach all smokers in hellfire. I don't judge even when pastors womanize. Your thoughts on it?"

"Huh?" I never figured out that Roy asked me a question.

"I personally smoke like no man's business. Take me to a desert, gave me two hundred raps of weed and I will survive!" Luke explained.

"I believe you will die. How do expect to survive without water in the desert?" I faced Luke?

"Mate, you need smoke. I graduated four times thee time it warrants Master degree. What wire it? Smoke. I roll my wrap, lit em bummer...then I blow a chimney" Roy blabbered.

To God, I never understood a shit of what Roy said.
It seems Willie and Like had the perchance in grabbing Roy's speech. Or maybe they never understood but just played along.

"People...people! I wanna briefly testify about this stick of sushi" An aged man got a up with a burning stick of Cuban within his fingers. "Imagine the government wanting to ban cigarettes and weed. The world will just perish".

Half the men in the port pub hailed.

" I believe we are travellers and in one point in our life...we should thank God for creating weed"

It seems the weed inspired motivational speech drove the men into frenzy.

"I once had a wife, she threatened to poison me if I refused to give up smoking". Luke got up, "She kept on threatening me...even went as far as reporting me to my family. She embarrassed me millions of time and I was fed up. I cried to the God that created weed, I felt depressed. My wife refused to gimme food and sex. You know those things is the future of a man".

" sex and food, future of a man?" Luke is truly stupid. Maybe, he took after Willie. Because as far as I'm concerned, Willie is the God Father of stupidity. I can bet that anywhere" I thought.

"So, I couldn't bear it again. I asked for a divorce but before that, I explained to her that I have a calling. My calling is to smoke. Every world leader who smokes leads better. She adamantly, adamantly....when I mean adamantly...i mean to the superlative degree. She refused to bear with me. She called irresponsible, irresistible, irrevocable, irrespective, irrelevant. Everything was irre this, irre that. I decided to embarrass her. You know what I did? I bought a sachet of Andrews. I bought a roll of Andrews. Andrews is a drug that purges. I put nine sachets in her cup of tea and she drank without knowing".

" Here we go again...Luke, I was beginning to admire his foolishness on a different dimension."

"So...that day she went for a programme in another state. She so shit that day. In fact, it started from the bus. She messed up the bus, messed up herself...she almost shit her intestine out. It was embarrassing, condescending...but at least God defended his own. If you are smoking, it's not in vain, you will be rewarded in due time...Thankyou!" Like bowed.

The whole men clapped and cheered.
Maybe, the trip was going to be interesting.

"Limbe town...the cruiser is set" The megaphone boomed.

The hall was thrown into a bit of pandemonium as people struggled to get their luggage ready.

We left the pub towards the sea where the huge vessel anchored. Naval officials rolled the various containers into the ship compartments.

A strange feeling engulfed me as I stared at the deep horizon across the huge water body.

Luke left us and discussed with a naval official.
He came back after a few minutes and we boarded the ship.
Off to Limbe town in central Cameroon.


tbc...

Episode 11
Bon vóyàgé


Frost??

I packed my clothes into a small luggage.
Already, Willie and Luke already prepped me about the trip.
I was going to Cameron by water.
I kind of felt nervous and a bit of excitement about the trip. I only visited a swimming pool once after my project defence in the polytechnic. The foreboding thoughts of travelling by the sea made me a bit weak. But I had to do it.
Few hours ago, Luke had sent my travel passport from the Nigeria Immigration to me. He assured me that I needed no visa.

I searched deep down mentally to assure myself that I didn't leave any important item behind. I locked up my apartment.
No one except my partners knew about my trip. I was warned to keep it secret, but told the sisters in my life about my travel..i wasn't specific about the intending location.
The occupants of my compound were still asleep, I moved quietly and hit the streets.
It was almost dawn, I flagged a taxi.

"Oron ferry.." I hollered.

"One thousand!" The taxi man replied.

"Why you no collect five thousand?" I reiterated.

"If I see the five thousand, I for still collect! How much you carry?"

"The normal fare is five hundred.." I replied and checked my imaginary wristwatch.

"See ya mouth like normal fare? This country you are standing on, is it normal? You, are you normal? Nothing is normal..do not expect to pay a normal fare.." The cabman yelled back.

I was to be at the ferry before seven and I wasn't ready to banter words with the cabman who obviously was ready for it.
I beckoned to him to unlock the taxi and I hopped in.

•••
Oron port was very busy and had a chill feeling courtesy of the high sea.
I paid the cab man his fare or more like his abnormal fare and hopped out of the taxi.
Something nudged in my brain; I forgot my cardigan. I wore a light velvet shirt on a blue pant. The light material did nothing to shield the cold. I hanged my backpack and trotted towards the checkpoint.

"Mark Frost!"
I heard my name, that was definitely Willie..always calling my names in full.

"Willie...Good morning!" I hailed him.

"Trust you're ready for the trip!" He smiled.

"Mate..or is it Frost...perfect name for the weather" Luke hailed from behind.

"It's Frost!" I replied and shook hands.

Luke had this aura of negativity and a chilling personality. He was a real definition of a thug. There was a man on ponytail tagging behind him.

"Will! How you?" The man anchored Willie.

"Roy, I'm good...it's been a while since we met" Willie replied.

"All good, all good!" Roy shook his head, and smiled.

"Yes, Roy..This is our new colleague in this business, his name is Frost. He's a smart guy!" Willie introduced.

I brought my hands forward and shook Roy, his hands were firm and cold.

"Frost!" Roy called out in a hoarse voice, "You sure to make our footsteps. The game is strong minds. Mindset development, strong liver not weakness. Is a great man!"

What did he just say? I couldn't understand a bit.
Willie and Luke just smiled.

"What he meant is, the job..our job is for the strong hearted and your mindset must be developed if you must survive" Willie explained.

"Our friend Roy is an Espanola...from Spain"Luke chuckled.

"English, not momma tongue.." Roy stuck his tongue out.

"Okay guys, this is where I take my leave. Please pay attention to details and be smart. Frost, Luke is leading the expedition, Roy here is a badass..so watch and obey. Just two days and you'll be back in Nigeria" Willie lectured.

I cursed him within my breath for leaving me alone with these two monsters.
As he turned to leave, I called him aside.

"Willie, why do I have a feeling that we are about to push drugs or something illegal" I whispered in cold breath.

Willie laughed, "That's one hell of a deduction. Frost, I explained ever...."

"That's not really the problem." I cut him short, "I'm not just comfortable with those two guys over there".

" Frost, don't be a sissy. I perfectly understand it's okay to feel edgy and paranoid. But don't let it get the better of you". He tapped my chest, "You can pull this job. I would've loved to come but there things I need to take care of!"

I breathed in deeply, "I'll try my best to not jump over the ship overboard".

" stay low...and do me a favour!" He said.

"What?" I asked.

"Cameron got a lot of hotties, don't fail to f!ck one..not one please...make it two!" He smiled that evil smile of his.

"Willie, you will perish!" I laughed along.

nouote author=Adeola25 post=105485765]Hmm, there is fire on the mountain. Thanks for the update. More pleaseeee[/quote]
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•••
A plumby woman in her late thirties, moved into the large hall of the police station.
The district police station had been renovated and changed into the Area command. She was a bit shaky as she wondered why she should be summoned at the station. At first, she refused the invite. But she reasoned that the police were not that callous to invite her for questioning via phone call, they were testing her innocence. And failure to report would have screamed a more imposing picture of guilt to what ever crime God knows happened that warranted her presence.

"Hey Vero..."

She heard a familiar scream.
She turned and saw Jackson standing beside an empty counter.
She moved towards him with quick steps.

"What's happening, do I need to call a lawyer, even if I don't have one but my friend's cousin is a barrister.." Veronica rapped.

"Calm down...I think they just want to ask some questions. Theresa is dead!" Jackson announced.

"Which Theresa, you mean my worker. What happened?" Veronica broke down in tears.

"I guess she's here.." Corporal Emma moved towards them," let's go".

Corporal Emma led them to a large office on the south side of the building. He knocked and opened the door.

"Ooh, Veronica right?" Philip asked.

"Yyyes Officer!" She nodded in quick succession and replied.

"Okay sit.. Corporal, take record".

They all took their seats.

"I don't want to waste your time, I believe by now your sensory neurons must have shot up to give you a good memory of the previous night..don't hold back anything" Philip warned.

She nodded in agreement.

"I'm led to believe that you're in charge of the strippers in the club".

She shook and nodded.

" I'll need verbal response" Philip stared at her.

"Yes..I'm in charge of them" She replied.

Philip eased forward, "I'll want you to be more articulate on the job description of this strippers".

" Okay, their job is to dance seductively on poles on the stage, most of them offers bed services to clients who can pay. They are not your normal definition of prostitution. They are more like sensual dancers" Veronica explained.

"Okay, dancers and home services...if they are not prostitutes they should be on high class side of it." Philip nodded.
"Theresa, what do you know about her? I mean the Theresa you were asked about earlier".

She cleared her throat, " Her full names are Theresa Mfon, I met her through a friend. She is a pretty lady well endowed in the right places. She's a good dancer so I recruited her into the team."

Philip nodded, "I assume as her Boss, you know little about her private family life".

" I just know little...like little much. She's from a polygamous family and she's a dropout from the State University".

"How many hours tops, do your strippers perform?" Philip asked.

"All Night...most perform in shift. There are always eight per night. Two performs for two hours then another set. I pay them their dues by morning."

"But last night was an exception right?" Philip asked.

"Huh?"

"You didn't pay them last night?"

"Yes, there were some bills to settle for the club. So I promised to pay them before the day runs out!"

"You said she performed last night?" Philip asked.

"Yes, but she left!" She said.

"What time and who did she leave with?" Philip studied her critically. "This is a crucial part of this investigation, don't ruin it".

"She left around ten or so...She told me she won't stay till dawn because a client needed her services".

" Intriguing...do you know the client?"

"No, I do not. It's not really my business to investigate their clients. They only remit ten percent of their income to the club purse.." She said.

"So, I assume you are the club purse" He chucked.

"Not me, it goes to the club purse".

" How much do you pay them a night?" Philip asked.

"Five thousand...depending on their performance and the influx of guests".

" So, Theresa left with a client and you don't know the client?" Philip asked.

"That's not the first time of her leaving with someone...actually she left with two other ladies" She recalled.

"Good, you got their contact right"

She nodded.

"One is Glorious, and the other...Abigail"

"Put the call on loud speakers" Philip ordered.

After thirteen minutes of frequent dialling, Glorious phone rang with an answer while Abigail's was switched off.

"Glorious is refusing to pick up her phone.." Veronica lamented.

"I see...you said you knew a little much of your workers background...that include their home address right?" Philip got up.

"I know".

"Then let's pay Glorious a visit" Philip ordered.

"Officer..Where she lives is far and I have something to take care of!" Veronica lamented.

"Early hours of yesterday, Theresa's body was found as early as dawn. If anyone is to know how...her friends should. Like I said, once you're cleared..you'll leave" Philip said.
"Mr Jackson, thanks for your cooperation. If eventually, you find anything that can help in our ongoing investigation, do well to report same!" Philip shook Jackson's hand.
"Emma, get ready the van...I need two more officers as back up!"


tbc...

Big apologies for the late updates..
Device wahala! This updates was too be dropped by me since yesterday!

Adeola25..
Solly1..
Kentuforchrist..
Tahir01..
Mhizv..


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"You have her contact right?" Philip asked.

Jackson nodded.

"Call her...we don't have all the time in the world!" Philip ordered, "and put the call on handsfree mode".

Jackson picked up his phone and scroll through his phone book, he dialled a number.
"Hello, Veronica"

"Hello Jackie, how are you?"
Her tone shows she was definitely in high spirits.

"I need to ask you a very important question"

"Is it about last night sales, I paid the DJ twelve thousand naira..I balanced the sales..." Veronica kept rapping.

"Not that...do you know any stripper with the name Theresa?" Jackson asked.

Veronica thought for a while.
"Yea, I know!"

"Was She here last night?" Jackson held his breath.

"Yes, she performed together with other strippers!"

"Do you know when she left..what time did you pay the strippers?"

"I didn't actually pay them for last night performance. You know, I had to balance the account and settle for the drinks I ordered".

" What time did she leave?" Jackson asked.

"Miss Veronica, I'll like you to be precise with your answers...move straight to the point" Philip ordered, he eased himself forward.

"Hello, Jackie? Who's that?" She asked, confused at the changes in the spokesperson?

"It's the police!" Jackson replied.

"Miss Veronica...in order not to burn your airtime, your presence is requested in the station for questioning" Philip declared.

"Station? I didn't do anything oo" She mumbled.

"Like I said, your presence is required. Something terrible happened to your worker...and we need you to clear the air...Area command in twenty minutes" Philip said.

"I hope I won't be arrested, Jackson tell them I'm not a criminal oo" Veronica wailed.

"Please, don't waste our time...report there so that we can clear you and you get back to your normal life".

" okay..."

"In thirty minutes time, if she doesn't report. We'll arrest her" Philip whispered to Emma.

"Mr. Jackson, thanks for your cooperation. But you'll still need to follow us to the station!" Philip announced.

"Ahh, Officer you can't arrest me. I haven't..."

"Mr. Jackson, you are not under arrest. Once that your woman is cleared...you will all go home".

"And what if she isn't?" Jackson inquired.

Philip made a wry smile, "Then the law will take it course!"

•••
Frost??

"You've been sitting as if you lost someone" I observed Willie.

He drank absentmindedly.

"Your knuckles is bleeding.."

Willie faced me, "I'm fine.."

"Okay oo...Your mood changed since when I told you about Theresa's death. Do you know her?" I asked.

"Not that..a client just pissed me off". Willie replied.

" You said you had something serious to discuss with me, and why must I go to Cameron this weekend?" I asked.

"As for the Cameroon job, I'm sorry it had to be on short notice. Like I said, our job...the job you are about to go into...We deal with cadavers" He paused and drank from his bottle.

"Cadaver?" I asked genuinely confused.

"We also do deliveries to different countries on ship. We are more like transporters. We take care of large shipments of ghost products and ensure that it is being delivered to their prospective clients".

His explanation threw me into more complication, " What about the fake interview invite, is it still part of the job?"

"The interview, is still one of the many perks of the job!" He said.

I got up, "You haven't still informed me on what you intend to do with those people once they come here for the interview. You're definitely not offering them a job offer". I half screamed.

"Like I said, this job, this ring job is a process. You don't just learn everything at once, you watch each day grappling the flow and understanding the rudiments of the underground".

I raised my hands, exasperated at his proverbial description.

" You know about the interview outcome when the time comes for it. Right now, I intend to brief you about the Cameroon job".

"Willie, really...you just want to lead me blindly into a job I know nothing about. A blood in the ring kinda job...the name already is a turnoff. My guts tells me you're into rituals. If you don't clear me about this job, I'll have to leave and as for your Cameron job, I'm not interested" I breathed.

Willie snickered, "Mark Frost, calm down. This job is a big deal that will change the handwriting of poverty in your life, I already detailed the job to you. We deal with cadavers".

"What sort of cadaver?" I asked.

"You know, all this medical students and their anatomy lessons huh? We get bodies from prisons and sell it out to them. Right now, a university in Cameroon has been accredited to study medicine and it's a private school. The government won't fund the school or it's activities. So, the HOD reached out to a friend who gave me the contract. What we'll be delivering in Cameroon is the cadavers.."

I took a deep breath and sat down, "So, it's just the two of us?"

"No..actually three people will be making the trip and you'll represent me".

I looked at him with suspicion, " Why are you not coming?"

"Two reasons. Firstly, I'll need to make arrangements for the interview set up things in place. Secondly, you'll need to familiarise with the terrain of the job and your new team members or work partners or colleagues...anything you call it..actually you'll be meeting one to night". Willie got up and moved into his mini bar, he retrieved a bottle of scotch.

" I'm not drinking that thing again, I need food" I said.

"Okay, lemme grab my phone and make orders...what will you be eating?"

Adeola25:
Hmm, I just pity Frost because of the kind of trouble he would later lands himself in. Thanks for the update, Mr John

Thanks sweet...

Kentuforchrist:
Thanks for.the update man
Pls always tag me for update cos I don't really know when another episode will appear
I had to visit the page almost everyday

noted bro...
thanks for staying put

tahir01:
Thanks for the update. Seems frost don't know what's happening.

Thanks for staying put..

•••
Frost

I alighted from the taxi and paid the fare.
I retrieved my phone and dialled Willie's number. I didn't want a repetition of last time episode with his man-eating dogs.

"Hello, Wille" I breathed.

"Mark Frost, why the delay?"

"Sorry, I had to set some things in place."

"Okay, I'm at home".

"I called in respect of the dogs. I sincerely hope that they are chained".

Willie laughed like a mentally deranged patient, " They are with my Vet for deworming".

"Better, because I came with four jack knives, a jack bauer pistol and a dynamo".

Willie already disconnected the call.

" Son of a b!tch" I cursed.

I marched towards his block of flat with caution. I still didn't trust Willie, his dogs could just show up and boom! I'm on the ground; once bitten, twice shy.

I knocked on the door and it was unlocked.
We anchored in a brotherly way in seconds we begin chatting away our escapades over a bottle of scotch.

"My caretaker daughter: Theresa died yesterday" I said.

"Hmmm, which one?" He asked.

"You know, his second wife daughter? The pretty one with huge boobs like Dorothy? Her body was found at the junction. it was a gory scene, the thought of it wanna make me puke?" I screwed my face in disgust

"What happened to her?" Willie asked.

"We don't know, but it seems yahoo boys got her because her parts were missing".

Willie jerked, " You said her name is Theresa?"

"Yea, you know her?" I asked.

"Nah..I'll be back, I need to use the rest room!" Willie grabbed his phone on the table and moved into the adjourning corridor.

I just shrugged, his problem...his headache

Willie moved into his bedroom, bolted the door and sat on the bed. He was furious, he flipped through the contact on his phone and dialled a number. When the call connected, he rushed into the toilet.

"Luke!!! Shit just happened and I better pray we don't get stained by it" Willie breathed furiously.

"Willie, calm down. What is it?" Luke inquired about?

"A friend of mine just told me a body was found and her name is Theresa..."

"Oooh, I'm sorry. I wanted telling you but it escaped my memory. The Doctor called me yesterday, he muttered some medical mumbo jumbo about a body reacting to the gas and refusing to refrigerate!" Luke explained.

"So?" Willie screamed.

"The body was decomposing fast, so he had to dispose it" Luke said.

"I don't understand the trash you just emitted from your mouth, how did the body decompose so fast? So fast that it had to be disposed carelessly...do you know what that silly act has caused us...do you know what it has resulted in? It will certainly attract the police and our trails hasn't gone cold yet".

"Watch your tone man, this is business...shit happens!"

"Not this kind of shit...Luke, I'm disappointed in you. If you were close to me, I would have put a bullet into your skull. You don't just drop a body by the junction...Shit!" Willie slammed his fist on the bathroom mirror and it broke into pieces.

"Willie, you have every right to be angry, but what matters is, the organs are complete and the trip to Cameroon will be made. I'll visit your place this evening to make plans for the trip" Luke said and the call was disconnected.


tbc...

•••
Mark Frost??

I rushed over my bath, got out of the bathroom and rushed to the door.
The person behind the door had been knocking for over a minute.

"Who's there?" I asked.

"Is me..Kemi"

I reluctantly unlocked the door.

"As you can see, I have an appointment....and I'm about to go out" I said.

"Frosty, we need to talk!" Kemi leaned across the door.

I ignored her and kept on dressing.

"Frosty, you're taking this too far!" Ekemini came closer to me.

I quickly withdraw from her.

"You are not leaving here if you don't sit.."

"Kemi, you slapped me...called me a fraud, a thief without hearing my side of the story" I said with vigour.

"I'm very, very sorry for my actions. I was too temperamental and I deeply regret my actions...please" She went on her knees, "I'm sorry, I gladly take any punishment from you..but please don't cast me away".

I swear, my resolve was broken. Her act of humility tore through me.

I held her hands, took her up and kissed her deeply.

" I forgive you...If we wanna build a lasting relationship, we must learn to trust one another. About that day incident, we'll talk about it when the time is right. Right now, I need to see a friend".

She rubbed her crotch on my groin, "Can't the appointment wait? I really missed you".

This time, I had to take the reins and play the game my way and my rules. I needed to establish dominance as the alpha of the pack.

"Ekemini, I need to leave" I repealed myself from her.

She was really sad, I could tell. I wonder how she was going to feel if I told her I bleeped her sister.
This play was really my play.

"Okay, safe journey. Your room really looked scatter, lemme do some arrangements" She proposed.

"No problem...see ya" I waved at her.

I moved out of the house and met Emediong across the street.

"Loverboy.." She hailed.

"Sweetim..." I pecked her.

"Easy, my sister might be lurking around" She giggled.

"Does She suspect a thing?" I asked.

"I don't care, there's nothing to suspect. I miss our rendezvous" She chuckled.

"We'll make a plan for another.."

"That sounds like a plan!" She pecked me again.

"Gotta go...I got an appointment" I pecked her and waved.

"I love you" She screamed after me.

•••
"Theresa Mfon is dead!" Philip broke the news.

"How does it really concerns me, I don't know the lady. I don't think she works here. Maybe you should start your investigation from where she was last before her demise" Jackson went all defensive.

"We should start with where she was last right?" Philip asked.

"Yea!" Jackson replied.

"You are teaching us how to conduct our investigation right?" Philip asked.

"Nnnooo!" Jackson fidgeted.

"Ever heard of obstruction of justice? Telling an Officer of the law how to conduct investigation is an obstruction of justice?" Philip fondled the handcuffs strapped to his belt.

"Not like that, the thing is..."

"Shut the f!ck up!" Philip slammed.

"We already made some questioning before heading here, Theresa actually worked as a stripper here..." Emma said.

Jackson breathed, "About the strippers, I really don't know all of them by their names. Most of them are on temporary contract. They are only hired at nights and they take up names like vanilla, banana and...but I know someone who hires them to perform, the person actually would be able to help you. The names on my employee handbook are actually the ones I pay monthly. The strippers are not my workers per say" Jackson said.

"So, who is this person that can help us?" Philip asked.

"Her name is Miss Veronica. She hires the strippers!" Jackson replied.

•••

After hours of grief, gloom and despair, the crowd deserted. The compound had a grim aura allover, an evidence of sorrow.
I moved into my apartment and laid down on the bed.

"Why would someone choose to butcher someone so brutally?" I kept on questioning myself.
I heard a knock on the door and it opened. I was shocked to see Ekemini standing in my apartment.
I wasn't just in the mood for any chit chat or drama so I ignored her. moreover, her sister already expressed her love to me, and I must as well reconsider my stance.

"Frost, I'm here"

Like I'm blind or what...

I ignored her, my phone rang and I checked the caller. It was Willie.

"Mark Frost.." He hailed.

"Morning Bro..." I responded.

"Can we meet by 1, I have an important assignment for you".

I stole a glance at Ekemini, " What kind of
..no worries, till we meet".

"I hope all is set for the interview? The candidates are set right?" He asked.

"I did as you ordered.." I replied.

"Okay, there's an emergency job and I discussed with the undertakers in charge to fill you in!"

"What kind of job?" I asked.

"Still the job we're working on...the blood in the ring job. But this one is a delivery job. You'll be going to Cameroon this weekend" Willie said.

I was shocked, "To do what?"

"Like I said, I'll feel you in when you arrive at my place".
The call was disconnected.

" Son of a b!tch" I cursed and dropped the phone.

"Frosty, I'm sorry for my reactions..i mean I was just..."

"Ekemini, I really want to rest. If you wanna apologise...write it in a letter, five hundred words then paste it on my door post...make it two copies. hard and soft, forward the soft copy to my mail. I will review it then send it to the ministry of works and labour to rate you the most insecure lady in Nigeria. Then I will like to..."

"Frost stop this...it is not funny!" She wailed.

"Ohh, was I saying it to be funny!" I got up from the bed, "I need to rest...please"

"So, I should leave?" She asked.

"With all pleasure!"

She stared at me for a while, tears streamed down her cheeks and she left the room and banged the door so hard.

"if you spoil my door, you'll get a carpenter to repair it!" I screamed.




Episode 10
Investigation..


Inspector Philip rushed through his breakfast, as a single man at the age of forty five, he had lots of busted engagements. He occupied a two bedroom flat with his junior sister.
He scooped the hot steamy spaghetti into his mouth in quick succession. He was already dressed, he picked up his service pistol, his notepad and pen.
He bade his sister a good day and rushed out of his apartment.
His two partners were to pick him at the junction as planned. He never had a car though he had the finance for it, but he didn't fancy the thought of parking a car in another man's compound.

A police salon car screeched to a halt before him, and he entered into the car.
Corporal Emma drove off after greeting.

"What of your partner?" Inspector Philip asked.

"He called in sick.." Emma replied.

"We need to make it to the brothel early enough so that we could gather a few exhibits...that is if the deceased visited the place" The Inspector remarked.

"It isn't a brothel per say. it's a club house" Emma corrected.

"Call it whatever you like, but she is a stripper there!" Inspector Philip browsed through his notepad.


•••
Baco Longue

Emma expertly manoeuvred the car into the parking lot. They both stayed put in the car studying the environment. There were few scantily dressed ladies smoking and drinking in a small sit out.

"This place looks illegal!" Inspector Philip noted.

"Yea..typical clubhouse!" Emma noted.

"Going around on uniform is a bad idea, our presence might scare away potential threats... let's roll" Philip unlocked the car and Emma followed suit.

They strolled towards the main entrance and they were accosted by a bouncer.

"I'm Inspector Philip, this is Corporal Emma...We're from the Area command!" Philip introduced.

"Hmmm, we don't sell drugs here!" The bouncer sized them up coldly.

"That's not what we came for, can I see the owner of this place?" Philip requested.

"You have an appointment?" The bouncer asked.

"Yes...nope, not really, the thing is...we need to ask him a few questions...sensitive ones!" Philip folded his hands and examined the bouncer critically.

The bouncer thought for a while, "upstairs, first door by your right!"

The Inspector nodded and moved into the club. There were few men drinking and dancing to the soft blues being played.
They climbed up a fleet of stairs and arrived a hallway.

"First door right?" Corporal Emma asked.

"By the right...the issue is getting to know the angle" He knocked on the first door and pushed it open. His eyes popped upon as he saw two naked ladies lying on the bed without a care in the world. He closed it back gently.

"Gentlemen, why does it look like you're snooping around? these are private lodges!"

The Inspector and Corporal turned to see a short man with a firm gaze, as if ready to whip them.

"Sorry, I'm..."

"You are an Officer?" The man asked.

"Yes, I'm Inspector Philip...this is Corporal Emma. We're looking for the manager!"

"Any issue?" The man asked. "I'm Mr. Jackson...the owner of this club!"

"Is the place we could sit?" The inspector asked.

"Is there a problem?" Mr.Jackson asked.

"I think there is.." The Inspector replied.

••••
"I'll love to go through your workers archives...I'm pretty sure that you'll have one!" Inspector Philip requested.
They were fitted in Mr.Jackson's office.

"Officer, you haven't still told me what is the problem?" Jackson protested.

"A certain lady with the name Theresa Mfon....she worked here!" Inspector Philip rapped.

"Theresa Mfon?" Jackson asked.

"Yea, or you don't know her?"

Jackson thought for a while, "I don't know such a name".

Philip and Emma exchanged a quick glance.

" We have reason to believe she works here!" Philip scrutinised Jackson.

"I really don't know!" Jackson riposte.

"You have an employee's handbook right?" Emma asked.

"Yea, I do!"

"Let's see it!" Inspector Philip ordered.

Jackson got up and searched frantically round the office, he spent a total of sixteen minutes searching.

Philip and Emma hummed impatiently and tapped their feet.
The old creaky fan in the room did little or nothing to ease the heat.

"Finally!" Jackson breathed a sigh of relief. "Officers, it better worth the trouble!"

Philip retrieved the book from him, "You mean you don't have your employees handbook handy?"

"I renovated my office few days ago, it might have been stuffed with my old documents". Jackson grabbed a face towel and wiped the sweat off his face.

Philip and Emma studied the pages of the book carefully, pages by pages.
After what seemed like eternity, Philip faced Jackson.
"Is this all your workers?"

"Officer, what is really the problem?" Jackson retorted.

My esteemed apologies to you all, my noble literati(s)..for the delay in updates.
My device is really a big setback.
Anyway, I'll be dropping something big soon.

Happy reading!!!
Happy new month!!!

Episode 9

A Touch Of The Future!!!

Frost??


"Hold...Hold..Hold...Fire on my mark!" A masked man in a army regalia screamed.

Bullets from different angles smashed through the screen of the car, I sat on the driver's wheel while my parents sat at the passenger side.
I bent down to shield myself as the fore screen got shattered.

I kept on driving in full speed amidst the heavy pour of angry metal bullets.

"Ahh" My Mother screamed in deep pains, I turned back to see her bleeding from the chest, my father tried to soothe her but two bullets grazed his right arm.

"No" Anger and rage took over me as I pressed hard on the gas pedals, the car tyres got busted by the rippling effects of the bullets, the car got out of control and sped towards a bridge.
The occupants of the car kept screaming Jesus...
I looked at my parents, this sickening feeling in my guts kept nudging me, the feeling of guilt. I had failed my parents.
We stared at each other, at least the was a bit of consolation that we are about to die together.
Before the car somersaulted into the beach, the man in army regalia unmasked, he was definitely Willie.

"Ahhh!!!" I screamed as I jerked off the bed, it was definitely a nightmare.
Sweat was all over my body and my breath was laboured.

I heard a few screams outside, it was the caretaker and a lady quarreling.
I unlocked my door to behold my worst scene of the year.

A body was on the ground, bloodied and a few parts missing.

I pushed forward through the little crowd and observed the body properly, that was the Caretaker's daughter.

"She can't die liadis oooo...why can't I die her die...her die is for my die, not her ooo" That was the Caretaker's second wife who is the mother of the deceased screaming in tears.
The caretaker just stood there nodding his head, and making light jumps. He mumbled what seemed like an enchantment.
He rushed inside and returned with a broom and a machete. He kept swinging the machete and people had to shift away from his reach.

"Mark" He called to me.

"See your girlfriend, see what they did to her, her breasts is missing...look at her sides...who did such a thing!" The caretaker kept swinging the machete.

I wondered why he referred to his late daughter as my girlfriend, we never saw eye to eye.

"Sir, we will get to the roots of this...Sorry!" I sympathised.

Truly, her body was an eyesore.

"We need to invite the police and health workers to evacuate this body!" An elderly man from the crowd ordered.
"See what wicked people have done to my Theresa ooo...I heard rumours that she's a prostitute, I used to warn her..don't go to clubs at night oooo...don't follow men, they are ritualistic ooo" That was Caretaker's concubine. But her statement didn't end well as she received a slap from the second wife.

"It is your daughter that is an ashawo...you are the ashawo. Is this your husband's house, you woman of Samaria!" The second wife cursed. "My only daughter Theresa...Why? Why?"

Despite the sorrowful plight of the moment, these women still had strength to curse themselves. The caretaker still kept on jumping and screaming, threatening to rain down thunderstorms and brimstones. He threatened to close down the country.

I heard a loud outcry and I turned to see Ekemini forcing her way through the crowd.
She saw the body and collapsed, as if on suit, the mother also collapsed, the caretaker in a split of second dropped the machete and fell to the ground. The reality of death dawned on him truly.
His sixth daughter, Theresa was dead, all bloodied with missing organs.
I had to join the crew to get water, the fainting session just begun.

Few minutes later, a blue ambulance rode into the compound and four health workers alighted from it.
They tried having a conversation with the parents but the duo were already in deep tears and pains. They brought out their stretcher and placed her body on it then wheeled it into the car.
Seconds later, a hilux drove into the compound.
Three policemen alighted from the vehicle, they had a conversation with the health officials.
The one who seemed to be the leader of the trio marched towards the crowd.

"I'm Inspector Philip" He retrieved his batch and pointed it to the crowd.
"May I speak with the parents of the deceased?"

Inspector Philip was led into the building, he met the Caretaker on the floor and three ladies consoling him.

"I'm Inspector Philip, I sympathise with you on the loss of your daughter. But I promise you, the police will do everything in her power to bring the perpetrators to book!"

"Inspector oo...did you see the way my daughter was butchered? that die is not supposed to be her die ooo" The second wife kept screaming.

The Inspector moved and placed his hand on her shoulders to soothe the pains.

He moved to the door and beckoned on members of his team to come inside.

They all took their seat opposite the sobbing couples.

"By my right is Corporal Johnson, by my left is Corporal Emma. They are my partners from the area command and they will be helping me in this investigation". Inspector Philip retrieved a pen and a notepad.

" The deceased is your daughter right?" The Inspector asked.

The caretaker nodded.

"What's her name?"

"Theresa Mfon!"

"How was her body found?" The inspector scrutinised their faces.

"The Caretaker and his wife began talking at the same time.

"Okay let's hear from your wife first!" The Inspector pointed at the woman.

She sobbed a bit and used the hem of her garment to wipe her tears.
"Someone knocked at our door this morning around five in the morning, he said he found the body at the junction".

The inspector scribbled something in his notepad and whispered to Corporal Emma, the latter went outside.

" Yes, you said someone found her?"

She nodded.

The inspector faced the Caretaker to substantiate the report, he nodded in conformity.

"So, who is this person that found her?" The Inspector asked.

"A local vigilante...he is the security that works in the market" The Caretaker replied.

"Any idea on where she visited last night?"

"I didn't know where she went ooo" The woman screamed and busted into tears.

"I really can't tell for sure" The Caretaker said.

"I think I know where" One of the caretaker's concubines moved into the sitting room.

tbc...

••••

"Shit!" Luke kept pouring his frustration by horning too loud.
They arrived a few minutes ago and they were outside the gate of the Doctor's house.

"Did you inform him that you were coming?" Willie asked.

"I did...the fool knows better than to keep us waiting outside his gate!" Luke slammed in frustration.

Willie breathed deeply, it was almost midnight and it was dangerous, the drugged ladies could wake up any moment and it was going to be catastrophic.
"Call the guy again.." Willie ordered.

"He's not picking his calls.." Luke mumbled in frustration.

Few seconds later, the rattling sound of an unlocking bolt was heard.
A man in his late forties stood by the gate with a heavy torch light, he scrutinised the occupants of the car.

"Is that him?" Willie asked in fear.

"It's the fool! Next time, I ain't doing business with him" Luke said with deep anger.

The gate was opened and Luke drove into the compound.

"I'm sorry man...I had to put my daughter to sleep" The Doctor pleaded.

"Doctor Sharon, I could shoot you now! You kept us waiting outside the gate knowing the risk.." Willie half screamed.

"I apologise deeply for that. Luke here knows my plight, I'm a single father and moreover we've been doing this job and I never fail to..."

"Sharon quit your f!cking explanations. Let's get to work" Luke ordered.

They all moved to the backseat and carried the ladies out of the car and dropped them on the cold floor.

"Let me get a stretcher..." Sharon rushed inside his apartment.

"Sure this place is safe?" Willie whispered.

Luke nodded and looked round, "I think so.."

The sound of a large stretcher being wheeled shook Luke and Willie a bit.

They lifted the three ladies and placed them roughly on the stretcher, Luke held the sides to prevent the ladies from rolling off each other. Together, they were wheeled inside.

Doctor Sharon led them into a special room, his mini theatre.

"We need their kidneys...you could refrigerate other parts for now!" Luke said.

They folded their hands and watched as the First Lady; Theresa was placed on the autopsy table.
"Luke, breathing down my neck is not gonna help. I need a bit of space" Sharon remarked.

Luke nodded and took a few steps backwards.

Theresa wriggled free from the autopsy table and fell flat to the ground.

Willie and Luke stared on in disbelief.

"I thought you said four hours?" Willie asked.

They all rushed and grabbed her, Willie covered her mouth from screaming.

"Please don't kill me...I'm the only daughter" Theresa mumbled.

"Doc, sedate her.." Luke almost shouted.

"Nah...I won't! At this stage her body won't react to the anaesthesia. Let me get the ropes and a duck tape" The Doctor rushed out of the room.

Theresa kept on struggling, but it was futile as Willie's and Luke's hands were strong enough.

Few seconds later, Doctor Sharon returned with a rope and a duck tape.

Theresa was lifted and placed on the autopsy table, she was tied by Willie and a duck tape was placed over her mouth.

"Luke, place a duck tape on the other ladies mouth, in case they wake up." The Doc ordered.
Theresa kept on producing muffled scream and shaking on the table.

The Doctor opened his autoclave and retrieved a scalpel, a bone saw and two dissection scissors.

He put on his goggle, jacket, gloves and nose masks. He gave Theresa a powerful blow across the face.

"That's to shut her down".
He used the scalpel to make a single incision by the side of her body; twelve inches long.
Theresa vibrated deeply in great pains and agony. Blood flowed out richly and was collected in a small metal bag.

He dipped his hands into her side and maneuvered his way expertly. He pulled his hands out and it was filled with sticky substance.
Theresa stopped moving and gave up the ghost.
He grabbed the bone saw and sliced some ribs and bones towards the kidney region.
He grabbed the scalpel and cut through the kidney blood vessels, and destroyed the connection to the bladder. He expertly manoeuvred his hands and grabbed the kidney, with the help of a forceps, he pulled it out.
He placed it on a metal saucer and showed the organ to Willie and Luke who nodded in encouragement and agreement.

He repeated the excruciating process on the two ladies and retrieved their kidneys.

He opened what looked like a wardrobe and retrieved a miniature organ perfusion system. He connected the valves to the six kidneys and pumped in an icy solution enriched with potassium to the organs. He checked the hypothermic regulator and stopped the action when it read '4-10°c'.

He stored the organs in a refrigerator.

"Job done and dusted!! It will be ready for transport when the cold ischemia time is right.." Sharon said, he was sweating severely.

Willie and Luke breathed in relief.

"How about their bodies?" Sharon asked.

"Like I said, refrigerate it. We might need other parts soon". Willie said.

They all moved out of the mini theatre into the large sitting room.
They were shocked to see a girl on the sofa.

"Glory, why are you not sleeping?" Sharon asked in deep concern.


"Dad, who are these people?" She pointed at Willie and Luke.

"Ooh, they are my friends" Sharon replied. "Get back to your room".

" I heard a lady scream in that room" She pointed towards the mini theatre, "When I came to check, you entered the room through the other corridor with a rope and you punched her...Dad what's happening? See the way these men are staring..."

"Sharon, I don't expect you to understand, Dad is a doctor...and as a Doctor we deal..."

"Butchering ladies at midnight!" She added.

Sharon gasped.

Luke and Willie stared at him in contempt and moved outside.

"I thought you said this place was safe?" Willie quivered.

"Last time I brought a body here, his daughter wasn't here!" Luke replied deeply in thought. "She's just a little girl, of what threat could she pose?".

" Listen to your self...that girl needs to...."

"Gentlemen, is the night not too cold?" Sharon joined them, "I've locked my daughter up in her room, don't worry she's just a little inquisitive smart girl just like her Dad" Sharon remarked.
"It better be!" Willie slammed coldly.

Sharon nodded and faced Luke, "My payment?"

Luke pointed at Willie.

Sharon faced Willie.

"How much is it?" Willie asked.

"Two hundred and fifty k" Sharon rapped.

"Your account number please...lemme get my tab from the car!" Willie said and moved towards the car.


☺☺��

•••

♪Now may the rain♪
♪Weep o'er his walls♪
♪With not a soul to hear♪

Frost sang the games of thrones song; Lord of Castamere as he mopped the floor.

"That was exhilarating.." Emediong stared at me with pride and softness.

I had managed to resuscitate her, as a matter of fact I had wasted a bucket of water on her face. The thought of going to jail scared the hell out of me.


"Where did you learn to bleep like that?" She asked.

I kept on mopping and singing.
"What happened is a mistake and it shouldn't happen again!"

She moaned softly and got down from the bed, "I love you Frost!"

The mop stick dropped from my hands in shock, "It's not love...it's lust!"

"Call it what you like, but I'm not letting you go!" She said with a burst of confidence.

"What of Kemi?" I asked confused, my life was just accelerating too fast.

"You are mine now...." She said.

"No, you're completely deluded right now" I mumbled and took the mop can outside.
I strode in some minutes later.

"Mark Frost, this is the beginning of a new tide!" She announced with a tone of finality.



•••

Fourteen minutes later...around 10 pm, They hit the street in Luke's car.

Luke on the wheels, Willie on the next seat while the three ladies sat at the passengers seat.
The atmosphere was solemn as Luke played varieties of Fanny Crosby hymns.

"Sorry to ask..." One of the Ladies broke the silence, "Are you a Reverend?"

"Hugh?" Luke replied.

"No offence intended, we aren't going for a church crusade or vigil. You don't have party jams to put us in the mood?" The Lady asked.

Luke chuckled and kept on driving without sparing the Ladies a glance. He kept on humming to Blessed Assurance.

"Can we know your names?" Willie asked after some seconds of silence.

"Don't worry about our names.." One of the Lady who seemed to be the leader of the night expedition said.

"My name is Roy..I'm a business man who deals in lubricants and petroleum products...this is my friend...Gershom, he's my cousin". Willie introduced.

" I'm Theresa...my friends are: Glorious and Abigail...".

"I love Theresa..all Theresa are good on bed!" Luke spoke for the first time in the journey.

They passed a police checkpoint and he navigated to a less busy road.
After driving for an hour, he killed the engine beside a small clearing.

"You said, we were going to a hotel!" Theresa said.

"Yea..." Luke answered.
He opened a small compartment and retrieved two treated nose masks, he passed one to Willie and put his own own. Willie did the same.

The girls were a bit surprised.

"Why putting on nose masks?" Theresa asked, but She was ignored.

Luke started the car and increased the volume of the stereo.

The girls were alarmed.

"Which particular hotel are you guys even going to, we've passed over six hotels on our way...you guys are acting suspicious!" Theresa screamed.

Luke switched on the air condition and a powerful gas filtered through the vents.

The ladies thrashed and lashed on the car seat as they inhaled the poisonous nitrous oxide, the gasped for some seconds and became motionless.
Luke drove for some minutes before switching off the air condition.
He kept on driving in circles until the gas molecules depleted.

He guided the car and made a U-turn.

"We are taking them to Doctor Sharon...Sharon Udosen. He'll do the operation". Luke said in muffled tones, he still had the nose masks on.

Willie forced his way to the back and adjusted the ladies to sleeping position.

" How long do they have to remain unconscious?" Willie asked.

"The guy who fixed the gas assured me: tops four hours.." Luke replied.

"I just pray we don't meet the Police on the check point again.." Willie said.



tbc...

Episode 8
A New Tide!!!


Baco Longue

♪I said,♪
♪ certified freak ♪
♪Seven days a week ♪
♪Wet-ass p√ssy ♪
♪Make that pull-out game weak, ♪
♪woo (ah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah♪, ♪you fucking with some wet-ass p√ssy♪ ♪Bring a bucket and a mop♪
♪ for this wet-ass p√ssy ♪
♪Give me everything you got ♪
♪for this wet-ass p√ssy♪
♪ Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge♪

Willie moved into the hall which was brimming with loud music, the strippers were dancing to Cardi b's hit track.
He moved into the VIP section of the hall and sat. He observed the stage for a while searching deeply for something. Though, he couldn't get a good view because of the grim lights.

"Hello handsome, looking for a good time?" A female stripper Cat walked towards him.

He nodded in negative, he pulled out his phone and dialled a number. In a split second, he decided otherwise. He navigated to his message application and typed a message. He sent it to the number he wanted calling. He confirmed the sent message and pocketed his phone, he then beckoned on the female stripper.


A blue venza drove into the longue parking space. A tall muscular man with a
dreadlocks alighted from the car. He got a beep notification on his device, he pulled his phone out and read the message.

"meet me at the VIP hall...no time to waste, package gotta be completed!" the message read.

He nodded lightly and with a grim face, he marched towards the bouncers, the door was opened and he moved into the raving hall filled with sweaty bodies.

His name is Luke. A one time hitman in a reputable drug crew downtown. He was a hardened criminal known as 'Apostle' in the underground. He got arrested three years ago for murder and was sentenced to death. But he and other prisoners escaped prison.
He met Willie last year and they have been partners in business.

Luke walked towards to the VIP hall, he tipped the bouncers and he was granted access.
He searched the hall with his eyes and found Willie at the rear of the hall.
He moved towards him with long strides.

"You are late!" Willie shook hands with Luke. His words served dual purpose; as an acknowledgement and complaint.

"I had to set things in place!" Luke replied.

There were just few people in the VIP hall with less noise.

"Okay, are you gonna take something?" Willie asked.

"Willie, you should know that there's no time for that. our package leaves for Cameroon and it has to be completed..Our Client already paid upfront!" Luke replied.

Willie nodded, "How many bodies? Just three right?"

"Four..it has to be four!" Luke riposte.

"Why four?" Willie protested.

"You should know better to keep your voice low...I thought you were already briefed on the organs needed!" Luke whispered.

"You guys complicated everything from the start? how many kidneys d.." Willie paused momentarily and looked around. "Getting four ladies this night...I don't think it can work!"

"Yes, it will..." Luke replied.

"Our trails will easily be tracked...the idea is to take down one at least a day with proper planning.." Willie said.

"If this business is to work, we need to complete the remaining organs, freeze them and get them ready...Our French partners in the black market won't tolerate slip ups!" Luke whispered and stood up.

"So, what's the plan?" Luke bent down and asked.

"You wanted the job to be done tonight, so I assume you made a plan before now!" Willie slammed.

"I already hatched a plan, I just wanted hearing yours..." Luke said.

Willie got up, "alright then, let's go on with yours...I hope it won't require us using guns".

" Hey beautiful..." Luke beckoned on a lady who stood some metres away from their table.

Willie nodded in realisation, "We're taking the strippers?"

Luke nodded.

"I almost thought you guys to be gays!" The lady chuckled as she sat on Luke's lap, She made a few movement on his groin.

Luke groaned in pleasure, "I sincerely hope you guys offer home services..."

The lady smiled, "It will cost you...Forty thousand per night! Your optimum satisfaction is guaranteed!"

Luke smiled..more of a sinister smile, "I'll need three more...one for my friend here and an extra one for me..."

The Lady smiled in shock, "You mean, I won't be enough for you?"

Luke tapped her ass, "Just get me two more..."

The Lady faced Willie, "What's your spec?"

Willie thought for a while, "Slim, dark...big hips, moderate boobs, cute legs, moderate height, big bust and..."

"Please just get two ladies..." Luke cut in.

The Lady smiled and stood up.

Luke faced Willie, "Seriously? You were listing all that shit?"


tbc...

Episode 7
Game on!

I yawned and blocked the rays of the sun which passed through the windows.
I got up and stretched my body, I felt very weak. Last night was hell in a cell, it was more of a vigil with me being the Minister and Ekemini being the choir mistress. I had ejaculated five times.

I dragged my foot up and started at Kemi who slept nude more like a log of wood. Her legs were apart, an evidence of powerful ramming.
I moved into the bathroom and washed my face and mouth.
My phone ringing tone made me rush out of the bathroom.

"Hello, who's this?" I asked, obviously a strange caller.

"Good morning Sir, am I speaking with the CEO of Kingston technology?" The caller asked.

"Kingston? Which CEO...this....ahhh" My brain pinged. Holy shit!!! I almost slipped up, it seems last night ferocious sex had affected my memory.

"Yes..I'm Mr.Eddy...C.E.O of Kingston" I assumed a more bossy voice with a thick accent.

"Sir, I'm Miss Cynthia Keane, I called with respect to the vacancy profile your company created online".

" Yes...are you eligible?" I asked.

"I hold an M.sc in bio clinical tech from the University of Texas!"

"Wow...that's great! Hope you've submitted your credential to my mail ohh...the company mail" I stuttered.

"Yea...everything!"

"Where do you stay?" I asked.

"I stay with my grandparents at Enugu!"

"That means you're calling all the way from Enugu right?" I asked.

"Yes sir..."

"Okay....the company will send a mail to you if you're deemed qualified for an interview!"

"Okay sir.."

"I need to take my breakfast in the staff restaurant of the company....you're Miss Cynthia right?"

"Yes Sir..."

"I wish you good luck!"

"Thank you Sir!"

The call was ended.

"Mr.Eddy, CEO of Kingston!" Ekemini taunted.

I forgot she was in the room,"That was just..."

"That was what? I was right...you're into fraud!" Ekemini got up from the bed.

I held her hands, "Babe...trust me! it's not fraud!"

"Then it's what? When did you become a CEO?"

I got alarmed, "Kemi keep your voice low..."

"I need the truth...I don't even know what you do for a living?"

"Okay..I'll tell you the truth!" I sat on the bed and took a deep breath.

Ekemini kept on staring at me with facial volumes that spoke disgust.

I cleared my throat, thinking of a lie.
"I just got employed into a company, an..."

"And you rose to the role of a CEO overnight" She cut in.

"Kemi, will you just listen!"

"Talk jare" She cut in impatiently.

I went close to her, "I need you to trust me...I love you, I won't hurt you!"

Her resolve softened, "What do you do for a living? Where's Kingston?"

"What kind of detective is this?" I cursed inwardly. "This job is a kind of marketing business where people are referred to hmmm...ehmmm....It's not really a marketing business, it's just a..."

My phone ringing tone interrupted my senseless explanation, It was a strange caller.

"Sorry, I'll need to pick the call".

" Put it on speakers.."

"Huh?" Her command scared the hell out of me.

"You heard me..." Her tone rose up.

I answered the call and put it on speakers.

"Hello, I'm Mr.Blessing Udosen....am I speaking to the CEO, Kingston technology?"

Ekemini looked at me in disgust and anger, she smiled. A smile that spoke volumes.

"Hello...hello.."

I ended the call.

I went after Ekemini, "Babe it's not what you think..."

She turned and slapped me. "Get your hands off me!"
She left my room and banged the door so hard.

I held my cheek and soothed it. I couldn't believe She could slap me, just because of a phone call.
The slap did a little reset to my brain and I began to question my self.

Another call came in again, I resolved to switch off my phone.

The caller was Willie.

"Hello...Mark, any call?" He asked.

"Those calls has cost me my relationship with Kemi" I replied in anger.

"Huh?"

"She thinks I'm a yahoo boy".

" Frost, you made those calls in her presence...seems I overrated you!"

"The calls came in, I had to answer..."

"In her presence? Boy..street rules"

"What f!cking street are you bluffing about? I'm not interested in your scams again!" I screamed into the phone. "I'll get a legit job..I'll be fine"

"P√ssy ass n!gga! let a vagina creature decide your life...decide your destiny. continue in abject poverty simply because of one misguided abstract feeling you call love!"

"This isn't about Kemi...the job doesn't feel right.." I breathed.

"Nothing is right about this world. it's corrupt, spoilt and misguided. There's no place for the weak ones to succeed. Power still keeps rotating round the strong, because they have what it takes to keep the strength. Don't let your feelings betray your motive for success. Leave your comfort zone. I made it, you too can. Nothing is dishonesty, not until you make it feel it is!"

I took in a deep breathe, surely Willie was one hell of a motivational speaker.

"A lady named Cynthia called"...

••••

After a strenuous six hours of working on my laptop, I breathed a sigh of relief.
The six hours course had been used to study the credentials of the applicants, as Willie instructed. I had selected eight applicants from eight different States. Requested for their account number and sent a sum of fifty thousand naira to cover their flight expenses. So, they were to report to a location I sent to them after three days.

I was really hungry and weak, the thoughts of Ekemini drove me crazy, I never believed that we could quarrel over insensitive things. I knew somehow that i had to make amends. Willie had already told me a brainstorming lie to feed her on.

I changed my wears to something presentable after taking my bath.
Some seconds later, I stood in front of her house feeling nervous.
I brought my knuckles to the door and withdrawn it quickly.
I tried to muster courage but I couldn't.

The door was suddenly opened.

"Why are you snooping about my door like a thief? You're already one!" Ekemini spat venom.

"I'm here to apologise for lying to you" I swallowed a bile.

"You know what...keep your damn lies to yourself!"

She tried to move out but I obstructed her path.

"Kemi, what's up with the attitude?"

"You thief and liar! gerrout...leave my path".

She made an attempt to slap me but my sharp reflex saved the day. I caught her wrist midair.

" Kemi, you're taking this too far...let's talk this out!"

It seemed my plea fell on deaf ears as she kept on screaming, hitting and cursing me. I had to let her pass.

"EFCC will catch you..419! Ewu!!!" She shoved me and walked away.

I just stood transfixed, gawking like a fool.

"It's difficult to plead with her once she's gone nuts!"

I turned to face Emediong smiling with a pitiable look on her face.

"Where did I go wrong....I really can't understand why she's acting all queen bitchy on me. A little issue we could've resolved...she's just"

"Don't worry...She'll come along, let's go inside" She requested.

"Nah...thanks. I have something to do!" I made to leave but Emediong held my hands.

"You are hurting! lemme make you feel better" Her voice was hoarse and seductive.

I thought for a while, "and how do you propose to do that?"

"Just come inside!"

I hesitated, "What if Kemi c...."

"She has gone to a friend's place...she will be returning tomorrow!".

" Okay...thanks" I smiled.

We move into her room and sat. It was a typical girls room painted with pink with an aesthetic touch of feminism everywhere.
She offered me a can of bullet.

"Frost...I want you to help me!"

"Ehmmm" I stuttered, "How?"

"I want you to help me...it's kinda complicated. I know that I shouldn't be doing this. You love my sister, and I want the best for you guys".

" Sister Emy, straight to the point!"

Her hands were all sweaty and she fidgeted. "I'm a nurse, you know, females sexual anatomy is different from the males. While it's easy for you guys to reach orgasm at any given sexual session, some ladies finds it difficult". She paused to let it sink in.
" I've never climaxed in my life, worst still, my boyfriend is sexually weak so I'm always left stranded during sex. I can't masturbate..my earnest wish is..."

"To reach orgasm!" I replied.

She faced the ground, "Yes...and I want you!"

"Oshey!!! porn star...You once called me a porn star right?" My heart was hammering, threatening to rip off.

"I meant it in a good way tho..." She smiled. "I know this doesn't seem right but if you're not okay with it, you..."

"Shhhh" I hushed her, "When a goddess says yes, who am I to say no".

In the space of ten minutes of pre intimacy, I got Emy screaming just like her sister. I put in all my knowledge and expertise and it paid off. Her body was so soft and sweet. Her cunts was the best pool I ever swam.
Forty nine minutes and counting, I had ejaculated thrice and Emediong wasn't close to hers. I was feeling weak, my waist and feet were in severe pains. But the thought of fulfilling her wish kept me going.
We switched style and I took her the doggy way. I brought in my knowledge of advanced physics into the game. I made sure her centre of gravity was directly proportional to my rooster. I made a linear movement with increased velocity, six thrust in three seconds. I increased my projectile mark and I applied more pressure to her nipples, squeezing them to cause resonance.
By now, Emediong was going nuts. She cried out in deep vibration.

" You are almost there baby..." She screamed. "Don't...ahhh...ahhhhhhh...ahhhhh...don't you dare stop" She moaned.

I increased my velocity and applied friction to her fore fold. Her thick vag!na lips were under pressure as I brushed my thumbs roughly on them. Thirty minutes elapsed and Emediong never cummed.
The room was literally turning. I knew I had to give up.
But something happened. She got stiff and shook violently. Her screams and moans were deafening.
I knew she had reached the brink of orgasm, I gave myself a mental pat on the back.

"Come on baby...cum for me"! I encouraged her.

I accelerated on a new force and increased my kinetic motion, splitting it randomly. I applied a new resonance frequency to her tits and other sensitive part of her body.
The effects of the orgasm tore her apart, She screamed like a woman in painful labour, she thrashed and rolled so hard as torrents of fluid kept gushing through her. After a minute, she relaxed and went into unconsciousness.

" Emy, Emy!!!" I panicked. I shook her terribly but she remained motionless.



tbc...

Episode 6
Two Sisters



I alighted from a taxi, paid the fare and stumbled towards the house.
I kept nodding to Edsherran track which blasted through my head set. I was in deep thought on the path i was about to tow. I kept hearing silent whispers in my sub conscious cautioning restraint, but the sixty thousand Willie transferred blocked all manner of thought. I had decided to play dirty, as long as i gets rich.

"My baby Frosty..."
Ekemini hugged me.

I was jolted out of my deep thoughts as I reciprocated the hug. We kissed deeply for a while.

"How was your day baby?" Kemi asked.

I took in a breather, "Fine...thank you!".

I unlocked my door and we moved inside.

" Gosh" I jumped on the bed.

"Aren't you hungry?" Kemi asked.

"No, not at all" I replied.

She sat close to me on the bed.

I studied her for a while, "What's wrong?'

" Nothing!'

"Your facial expressions screams a different thing...what.."

"My sister doesn't approve our relationship" She half screamed.

"I know. She kind of confronted me this morning in a subtle manner making some kind of allegations!" I rapped and shrugged.

"I love you Frost..nothing can stop it!"

Our eyes locked in a passionate gaze for a moment.

"I love you Kemi, something can stop it".

" Huh? what is it?"

"Death....that's the only something that can stop our love!" I replied and we locked our lips in a passionate embrace.

We tried to outdo each other in the hot game of romance. Our tongues and lips were thoroughly chewed and sucked.
Kemi tore through my shirt and unlocked my belt. The heat was killing and we tried to rip of our clothes.
I succeeded in tearing off the gown and brassier.
We stared at each other for a while with raw passion.

"Amma eat you raw!" I mumbled in a hoarse voice.

I attacked her nipples and sucked it down to her belly line. My fingers manipulated her folds and after some seconds, her dam broke. Kemi had to wriggle her panties off.
She grabbed my boxer and yanked it off.
My rooster stood proud, nodding to the rhythm of the music. She got down on her knees and fondled the cap, she sucked it so hard that I couldn't help the feeling to climax.
I stopped her midway and started counting the letters of the alphabets backward, a trick to delay ejaculation.
I grabbed her by the hand and placed it on the wall, lifted her right legs and inserted my rooster.
Kemi couldn't help it as she screamed. Her walls expanded and made a tight grip on the foreign object. The pounding began!!!

•••

Emediong tossed and turned restlessly on the bed, her sister's deep screams and moans haunted her.
At the age of twenty eight, she hasn't experienced the feeling of raw orgasm before.
Her boyfriend was a real weakling, a colossal definition of a one minute man.
She couldn't cheat on him, but the thoughts of hearing her sister's deep cries of pleasure and high torrent screams of orgasm made her rethink.

Her boyfriend now turned fiance had already visited her parents for the marriage rites, He had already paid some necessary things on her marriage list. He was a nice man, a godly man with a loving heart. But his issue of sexual weakness was something worth attention.
Many times, She had suggested herbal drugs and diet to improve his performance but the young man had paid deaf ears to it. "Sex wasn't meant to be enjoyed, it is a process of procreation".
That was his quack philosophy.
She determined to experience powerful sex, even if it is only once. And Frost was going to be the partner, whether he likes it or not.

tbc...

tahir01:
Ogah John this is one hell of a story o. The suspense too much. Thanks for the update. Knack us another update today abeg

Thanks...

•••

"Sis....please I'm in...." Ekemini raised her hand up, exasperated.

"That boy is just gonna break your heart...and I don't want last episode to happen again!" Emediong banged the table.

"How are you so sure?" Ekemini riposte.

"There's something off about Frost..little sis, I don't want your heart to be broken!" Emediong softly said.

"I love Mike Frost...he is a great guy, you're just paranoid!" Ekemini shrugged.

"Don't say I didn't warn you...anyways, what's up for lunch!" Emediong said and headed toward the door.

"Big sis...."

Emediong paused and turned.

Ekemini cleared her throat, "I'm sorry for screaming at you..I was just having this weird feeling that you aren't okay with the man I loved because he f√cks better than your boyfriend Sharon!".

" What tha hell?"

"That was what I felt before an..."

"Hold it! what gives you the impression that your little puppy is a Superman when it comes to bedmatics?"

"Let's not talk about it big sister, I'm sorry".

Emediong just nodded, rolled her eyes and left the room.


••••

"You said it was gonna be a blood in the ring kinda job....What are you doing with a laptop?" I asked genuinely confused.

Willie placed the powerful looking laptop before me, "This is a dell xps 13....a powerful laptop I must say...boot it".

I navigated round the laptop and played on the desktop screen for a while.
" laslas, na yahoo be this!"

Wille got up and poured himself a glass of wine, "Listen and listen very good!". He pulled out something from his pocket and threw it at me.
" That's a modem, it contains a data plan of thirty gigabytes. You are gonna create a company profile now!"

"Hmmm" I fondled with the modem, trying to insert it into the right port.

"You will create an catchy company invite, more like a vacancy. First, choose a company name".

I thought for a while," Hmmm, company name?".

Willie nodded, "A name that will attract people!"

"Sahara Oil Company" I said.

Willie nodded in disagreement, "What has Sahara desert got to do with a company...an oil company for that matter!"

"Okay....Runerusto Textile industries!"

"No..what the hell is runerusto? is it a car brand?"

"Starlight group of companies".

Willie sighed, " Are you part of the planetary bodies....why must the company be a star...then what kind of light is it: phone light, Nepa light..."

"Hmmm....Mbaka International company"..

" Shit! that's the height of it...if you see a company with such a local name...will you apply? The word 'Mbaka' can't go with 'International '. It is more like 'Mbaka local factory '.."

"I give up....choose a name!" I pointed out.

"Zeramani Technologies!" Willie smiled.

"What is Zeramani....the company is in Nigeria, why is it answering an Hebrew name?" I fixed my gaze on Willie.

"Zeramini is a combination of igbo, Yoruba and Ijaw..." Willie said.

''Let's take, 'Queenstar technologies!" I said with a note of finality.

"You wanna call a company governed by males, 'queen star'? Frost, you suck at giving names! maybe you'll christen your first female child Prince..." Willie lamented.

"Kingston group of companies" I said.

"King...stone. Why is stone inside? is it because your head is like a nine inches blocks?" Willie asked.

"Willie...I didn't come here to see you display your madness, so I...."

"We go by Kingston then....Kingston it is!"

"So, what's the company all about?" I asked.

"Fine! it's a company....a kind of pharmaceuticals that recruits scientists for research. And the company is in need of Laboratory technicians and Biochemist. Interested candidates must posses a B.sc and must be a critical thinker...the salary is a hundred thousand for a start, with hope of increment after eight month..."

I kept typing.

"Candidates should submit a mail to the company mail address...."

"I need to create a new Gmail with the company's name!"

"Yea..."

"I haven't fixed the company's address..."

"No.8 Zion Street Okon!"

"Hmmm....I know that street and there's no company close by or even within that proximity....the scam won't work!"

Willie chuckled, "That's why you won't invite citizens of the state for the interview....you'll need to narrow down your search to outsiders, especially in people from the North and East!"

"There's gonna be an interview?" I was confused, "What is the plan? Who's gonna travel all the way from the North to an interview in AkwaIbom?"

"I'll make booking and flight reservation for the candidates!" Willie said.

My eyeballs popped open, "The company is fake...but you're willing to pay their flight down here...then what do you need them for?" I asked at the top of my voice.

"Frost, this game requires precision and grace....don't look at the interview as an interview....the interview is a bait..a decoy to draw them here!"

"And I ask again, what do you intend to do with those people?"

Willie raised his glass up, "All in good time!"


tbc...

Episode 5
Willie, Willie, Game on!


I woke up early at dawn and laid down thinking deeply about my life and what the future holds. Right from birth, my life has been filled with potholes. Never had a smooth transition. I swore that I wasn't going to end up like my Dad.
After much mental evaluation and assessment, I got up on my feet to prepare for my appointment.
I spent much of my time in the bathroom, trying to scrub off the aura of bad luck off my body. Tho the pains of the previous fight still hurts, I ignored it. After tedious scrubbing and rinsing. I came out of the bathroom looking like a new born baby.
I was a quick dresser, and in no time, i was out of my apartment.

I met Emediong sweeping the compound.
The house I lived in, is a bungalow with four en suite.
I occupied one, Emediong and Ekemini occupied the other while the caretaker and his ever ending concubines occupied the two suites.

Emediong is Ekemini's elder sister, and she was looking ripe and ready for harvesting. Her birthday suite was appealing to the eyes, revealing her luscious body well carved and sculpted. She was one step thicker in boobs and bums than her younger sister. My younger man below nodded in delight and stood attention. I had to change my walking style to prevent the outline from showing. It was pretty too early to be going round with an erection.

"Sister Emy, good morning..." I greeted her with a charming smile.

"Eh..." She faced me, "How are you? Frost right?"

Two questions, "I'm fine Sis, Yeah I'm Frost!"

"Excellent, I really thank you for the love and care you showed to my little sis during my a...."

"No...no....not to worry...i'm just my brother's keeper" I winced inwardly, Ekemini wasn't my brother and I'm not a goal keeper. May be, I was more of a vag!na keeper.

"Thanks all the same..." She smiled revealing a cute dentition.

"is she still sleeping?" I asked.

Emediong gave a naughty wink, "How do you expect her to be awake when you almost pounded her to dead".

My mouth hung open.

" See as you small like this, you can pound like a heavy weight champion....My little sis screamed all night"...

"Ehmmm....Eh, i "

"I don't need your apology or explanation. but just get this into your thick skull, if you're a porn star, go and exhibit your skills on other sluts. My sister is not a fucking tool!"

"Is not like that, I...."

"if you ever come closer to her again, let alone bleeping her....I'll make sure you bleep me too!"

I chuckled, "Do you want me to bleep you too?"

"Come on gerraout! chukuchuku boy!" She sighed and continued sweeping.

"Mad generation of Jezebels! if she just want to taste me..let her just come out clean not hiding under the canopy of a protective sister. After all Kemi is not a kid!" I thought inwardly.
I took a deep breath and hit the streets.
I blasted Lilwayne's hit track "millionaire" through my headset.

Twelve minutes later, I arrived Willie's estate. It was a beautiful premises with lots of detached bungalow. I could count up to eight flats or thereabouts.
I paid the taxi guy and soon began my journey into the compound. The magimagi at the gate scrutinised me for a while before letting me through the gate.

I spotted Willie's range rover parked in front of the building. There was a small netted fence.
With deep confidence, I unlocked the barrier...but I came face to face with two huge Rottweiler.

"Shit!" I cursed, why wasn't I observant.

The dogs kept barking heavily, flaunting their huge jaws and rugged paws.

My legs were jittery, I had to scream.

It seems my screams got the dogs excited, they pounced on me and I landed on the ground screaming all of the types of deities and gods I knew.

"Willie, where are you? God of Esau..is this how I'm going to die?" I soliloquise in deep fear.

The dogs circled me and kept growling.

"Derek, Razor!!! what's happening?"

I breathed in relief, that was definitely Willie's voice.

At the sound of the master, the dogs stepped aside.

"Ahh, Mark Frost...."
He helped me to stand.

"I hope you aren't hurt...why didn't you call me? for Pete sake, you would have just been eaten by my lions".

Lions in deed! " Willie, do you know the consequences of your actions?" I was dusting my clothes.

"What?"

"Look at my elbow?" I showed him my bruised elbow. "You could go to jail for rearing lions in an open compound!!! Willie, why did you receive the contract from Satan to ruin my life?" My voice broke into sobs.

Willie just stood by, laughing like the mentally derailed person he was.

"You are laughing abi?" I asked infuriated.

"I gave you strict orders....call me before coming...you never obeyed it. Anyways, stop sulking...let's move inside"

We moved towards the door and he knocked.
Few seconds later, a pretty lady unlocked the door, "Hey babe".

"So, someone was inside....Madam, didn't you hear my screams when the lions from the den of Persia wanted having breakfast.."

"Frost, it's okay" Willie tried to calm me.

"Sorry, I thought it was an armed bandit!" The Lady replied.

"Armed bandits kill you there..shebi, I look like one? Did you see me being paraded like one on television? what if I died? do you know the price of a gold coffin?"

"There would've been no need to get one since your remains would've been only skeletons!" Willie replied.

"You are a he-goat...infact you are a parasite..your mates are doing something better with their lives, you are rearing lion. He who lives by the sword will die by the sword, Genesis 32 verse 32 to 14.." I screamed.

"Frost....always on the offensive!" Willie went into a bout of laughter.
"Alright, I apologise on her behalf"

"Next time a shit like this happens again, I'll be forced to be the Sampson of this generation. I will tear their mouth! useless Razor and.."

"Derek" Willie added.

"Derek....what sort of human being names a lion Razor....Willie have I ever measured the weight of your gross fooli..."

"Frost, a word again and I will rouse the lions...I've trained them to attack on command!" Willie said.

I immediately sealed my lips, I didn't want to dare him because I somehow knew he wasn't joking.

He opened the door and we moved inside.

I couldn't help but marvel at the interior decoration, the quality sofas, the sophisticated electronics. Everywhere smelt of money.

"Frost..feel comfortable! You are in your hood!" He grabbed the remote and threw it to me. "Enjoy the television!"
"Babe, please get my friend a bottle of fruit wine and some chopsticks"

I stared fixedly at the lady.

"Stupid child of destruction! why are you staring at my assets?" Willie sat on a settee close to me.

"Is she your babe?" I asked.

"Yeah....why asking?"

"She's a friend to my babe...actually, she's the nurse who treated me...."

"Ohh! yeah...She is a nursing student...my new catch!" He winked.

God was really going to punish the wicked, and Willie was one who need punishment.

"...I met her at the club last week and since then we've been stuck with one another. she is the queen in bedmatics. last night, we had a vigil"

"Vigil? last time I checked, you don't attend church!" I riposte.

"Haha!!! Not church vigil, the service was on my bed with me as the officiating minister and my babe as the guest chorister".

" Interesting..." I folded my hands, "That sounds like fun. who were the congregation and instrumentalist?"

The lady returned with a tray containing a chilled fruit wine, two glasses and a plate of chicken drum sticks. She placed it on a small stool.
I couldn't help but admire her boobs as she bent before me, trying to arrange the drinks.

Willie noticed it and gave me a sound knock on my head.

"Oh yeah....enjoy!" She smiled at me.

"Idongesit right?" I got up.

She squinted, "You know me?"

"I'm Mark Frost...you treated me y...."

"Ooh! Ekemini's fiance right?"

"Fiance? We aren't engaged!" I shook my head to create the impression.

"But you guys are dating right?" She asked.

This girl is mad, "Yea...i mean no...we are not. Kemi is just a neighbour that kisses me twice a day...no feelings attached!" I stretched my hands for a handshake.

"Ekemini is a good friend, and she told me that..."

"Kemi is just a friend...nothing is really happening. apart from occasional kissing and smooching, we're just fine as friends" I just wondered the need for my defence.

"If you deny me, I will also deny you in the presence of my father....Leviticus 18 verse 16 to 13" Willie quoted.

I stared at him in contempt.

"Okay, no worries...." She shook my hand.
"Hey babe...i got exams tomorrow...I'll be on my way".

" Okay baby...take care! I'll transfer some cash before mid day. Sorry, I can't see you off!"

She pecked him by the cheeks and waved at me. She exited the sitting room.

"Damn! that babe is hot....where did you get her from?" I asked munching my drumsticks.

"Seems you've forgotten the reason I invited you here....It's game time!"

"What sort of game?" I asked genuinely confused.

"Anyways, I must commend and applaud your ability to conceal your most of your traits, and knowing the right time and season to unleash it" He raised his glass of wine.

"What characters?" I asked.

"Right from the very first time i saw you, I saw a calm, timid youngster. I saw a boy who was trying to fight his way to independence. But something kept drawing me to you. Somehow, i was looking at the bigger picture. I never thought you had balls. First of all, you surprised me by slapping Mbaka!"

"Huh...That was a mistake!" I scoffed.

"Mbaka had stepped on a lot of feet in saint David, many men had always nursed the intention of smacking him. But you came, in barely six hours of your meeting him...you slapped him."

"Eulogize me bro..." I smiled.

"That boy you beat up has always been a terror to the school...teachers, students alike were scared of him.
But you came, in barely six hours of meeting him..you gave him blood!
Tell me, who does that? You truly have potentials for the job!"

I smiled.

"And to crown it all, you are a badass womaniser..."

At the call of the name, I almost choked on my drink, "I'm not a woman user or pervert...My Dad is a Prophet!"

"Sons of Prophets are the worst of all.."

"Willie, I'm an exception...talk of the devil, Kemi's elder sister is stylishly hitting on me...b!tch is tryna play reverse psychology with me..."

Willie applauded me, "You own this game bro...play the sisters....you got my blessing on this!"

I raised my glass to the air and made a toast.

"You said you wanted to show me a business?"

Willie wore a grave look, "It's not just a business, it is a ring...a ring where currency speaks for each blood!"

"Blood?"

"Yea...Blood in the ring!" Willie replied.

The wine suddenly tasted sour in my mouth, "I ain't no part of rituals or blood money".

"No rituals, it's a business you'll fetch millions with the right heart!"

"Hmmmm, Is it yahoo?" I asked.

"Frost, peace of mind, peace! you'll understand in due time!" Willie got up with his glass of wine.

"I'm interested, but I'll love to know what the business is?"

Willie smiled, "All in due time..but for starters, we are going to play a game!"

"Game, when will you introduce me to this business?"

"Mark Frost, you're already in it...the business has just started and the game plan is what we'll set now in motion!"

"We? I don't know anything about the business yet..."

He pointed his glass at me, "You will....in fact this particular game, you are gonna be the chief player....the game of blood!"

tbc...

A student informed me of my period, I had to brush through my lesson in a bid to prepare for the class. Five minutes later, I took a brief stroll to SS3 class.

"Good morning ogogoro teacher....no is not! Good morning mr. Drunkard! ...don't say like that...Good morning our ofofop mentor! If we say we dislike your presence, we lie! You are always welcome! As far as you can l...."

"Will you shurrup! Nonsense!! Are you all mad? Do you know I'm your teacher?" I screamed in rage.

"We're sorry, thank you!"

It seems these students are mad! "Now listen, last class was a mistake! If any of you use that as a criterion to make fun of me, I will kill such person, then hand over myself to the government!"

"You be killer? Them no born you well!" A student mocked.

"Who made that statement!" I unbuttoned my shirt's cuff, placed my notes and phone on a table. "Are you deaf? Who made that statement!" I banged the desk.

"Sir, the person is not in school!" A student beside me replied.

Without wasting time, I delivered a hot slap to the student's cheeks.
"You are the fool who made that statement, I will d..." The favour was returned.
I held my left cheek in shock. "You slapped me?" My question was more like a rhetorical question.

"Na us the rule this town in terms of religious beliefs. To slap an arch bishop like me, is a big su..."

I cut his senseless statement with a powerful punch to his side jaw.
Chants of war filled the air as the student pulled off his shirt.

"Because you be teacher, does that gives you right! You be pikin! When I was your age, I was a lecturer!"

I didn't let him complete his statement, I threw a punch but he grabbed my hand and twisted it. I tried to endure the pains but couldn't, I cried out. He delivered a punch to my stomach and I fell flat on my back.
To my utmost surprise, the class door was locked up.
I stared at my opponent, he was five feet tall, with a broad muscles.
I personally felt deep down that I was about to be embarrassed and beaten blue black.
I was lifted again and slammed on the board. The whole dust littered my face. My face was used to wiped the board, the effects of the dust made me choke and I began coughing.
The whole class screamed and cheered in frenzy as I was being humiliated.
No! No!! No!!! The shame was unbearable, I was going to change the tides.
I clenched my fist, and with all my strength, i buried my elbow into his stomach. I turned to face him and grabbed his balls tight. I bit his nose and lips with my teeth, and I buried my teeth on his ears. I spat part of his ears out, Fatality!!!
The poor boy was bloodied! A half lip with blood, a torn nose and a seemingly detached ears. I punched him too hard that he fell to the ground. I didn't let him go despite the pleas from the student.
I turned his face to a punching bag and in a space of seconds, I had an unrecognisable face on the ground.
"Fool! Fool!!" I kept on screaming and punching, until strong hands grabbed me off.
I tried to wriggle free but the hands were to tough and strong.

"Mr.Frost! Do you want to kill the poor boy?" One of the security operative asked.

Rage boiled so hard in me, my teeth were gritty.
The poor boy just lied lifeless on the floor.

I wriggled free, went straight to the staff room and packed my things. Everyone just stared at me like a monument.
I stared at the staff room one last time, and....I left!
I left Saint David's High school for good! Just two working days messed up my life.

•••••

I trekked home looking like someone who escaped a mental facility. Not that I didn't have transport fare, I just decided to walk the anger off.

"Jesus of Nazareth!" Ekemini screamed when she saw me. "Frost, w...."

"Abu Bakar!" I screamed in shock as I saw a reflection of me on the window planes. I now understood why people were staring at me in awe. Truth is, I didn't even examine myself after the incident.

My whole body was filled with dust, there was blood dripping down my nostrils and part of my face was swollen. Coupled with the taste of blood in my lips and a serious headache.

I moved towards my door and banged it hard, eventually I transferred my aggression towards the door.
I searched frantically for the keys in my pocket.
"Shit!" I cursed, I forgot the keys in school. I couldn't go back for the keys and it wasn't possible to break the lock of a steel door. I sat on the doormat and cried. I cursed Willie, it seems he was the architect of my misfortunes.

"Frost" Ekemini called softly, I almost forgot she was watching.
She squatted before me and caressed my face. "Who did you fight with?"

"It was an accident!" Something nudged in my brain. "Are you with my keys?"

"Oh yeah!" She replied.

I jerked off, almost knocking her down. "And you didn't tell me?"

"How will I know you needed your keys?" She fired.

"Just give it to me!" I stretched my palms forward.

She retrieved a bunch of keys from her breast pocket and handed it to me. I got it from her, unlocked my door and fell onto the bed.
I woke up two hours later with a high fever.
I just laid on the bed, counting the ceilings, thinking about survival. I was surely going to miss Mbaka and his antics. I checked my phone for a miss call notification but found none.
My door was pushed open, and two ladies moved in.

"Frost, are you ready to talk?" Ekemini asked, "anyways, this is Idy...she is a nurse!"

"Hello Idy" I waved dryly.

"Hello" She flashed her white teeth. "I don't treat mentally impaired people, I'm still a student!" She whispered to Ekemini.

In my dirty mind, I already imagined a party: Kemi and Idy on my bed and I hovering round them.

Ekemini sat beside me, the pretty nurse still kept her gaze on me with the intention of running.

"Frosty, what happened?" Ekemini asked.

"Accident!" I replied dryly.

"This does not look like an accident, look at your knuckles!" The nurse said.

"Frosty, don't lie to me!" Ekemini pressed further.

"I'm not lying, i had an accident!"

"You fought right? It's obvious!" The nurse said.

"Frost, please go and have your bath" Ekemini ordered.

I had no choice but to comply. The hot sensation I felt after bathing was soothing. The nurse began her job on me but it was accompanied by my occasional 'asssh'. After the treatment, I felt a bit woozy, i rested my head on Ekemini's laps and off I slept.

I don't know how long I slept, but i woke up at dusk. The time was almost six in the evening. Ekemini was sleeping peacefully and she looked beautiful. I took time to admire her and I found myself falling deeply into the ocean of love. I ran my thumbs round her soft face and caressed it. She mumbled inaudible words and turned over.
My phone ringing tone jolted me. I grabbed my phone, the caller was Willie.

"God punish you Willie!" I half screamed.

His shrill laughter infuriated me the more.

"Mark Frost! I believe...."

"Will you shut down! Bruh shut the f!ck down! You ruined my life!"

"You are taking this whole shit personal" Willie riposte.

"Is my life we are talking about here! If I didn't disgrace my self in class, today shit wouldn't had happened."

Willie kept on laughing.

"I assume you are aware of what happened in school today!"

"Frost, you impressed me! I never believed you are a cold bloody killer!"

At the sound of killer, my heart started beating, "Is he dead?"

"Nooo! but he's is in the hospital...you really damaged him".

I thought for a while.

" Frost?"

"Ehmmn, did his parents involve the police?"

"That boy has been disowned long enough by his parents, he has spent most of his life in the police net than out of it" Willie rapped.

"And who caused all of this?"

"Frost, Step down! take a chill pill!! don't expect life to be fair all through. Sometimes, shit happens an...."

"You caused this shit Willie, you spoilt my life for..."

"let's not talk about this again! I have a business proposal for you, a business you could earn millions in a month".

I thought for a while, " Okay, bring it on!"

He chuckled, "the business is not a switch, I can't bring it on". He laughed at his own mirth less joke.
" I'll text my residential address to you, text me your account number. let me send money for your treatment!"

"Okay! Thanks" I replied.

"Hmmm, tomorrow, don't fail!"

"I won't!"

The call ended.

"Who was that on the phone that made you scream like that?" Ekemini asked.

"Ohh! you are awake?" I asked an obvious question, I sent my account details to Willie.

"Your calls woke me!"

"Ohh...Sorry! What about your sister?"

"She's okay. She returned this morning!"


My phone binged and I saw a credit notification of forty thousand naira.
Willie was truly a life saver!

"You paid the nurse right?" I asked.

"Oh yeah! I had to treat you, lest you get yourself killed".

" Oohh baby, that's thoughtful of you. how much was the bill?"

"Never mind!" She got down from the bed.

"But you claimed you don't love me?"

She stared at me, "What does love got to do
with this?"

I got down from the bed and moved close to her, "Everything, if you never loved me, you couldn't have paid my bills".

" Don't be deluded! I do help a lot...that's brotherly love".

"But you're not my brother" I grabbed her waist. "I know you have feelings for me" I planted a kiss on her lips.

She wriggled free from my grip, "Frost, just leave me!"

I rubbed my stomach as the worms in it growled for food.

"Hungry?" Kemi asked me. "I cooked beans".

" I don't want to eat beans!" I moved closer to her. "Send me your account details..."

"For what?"

"lemme make a transfer, I hope 8k will be enough to make melon soup?"

"Oh yeah!" She replied.


tbc...

Episode 4
Mr.Lover, lover!

The scent of eggs drove me off la la land. I jumped off the bed and checked my wrist watch, at least, I had an hour plus to prepare for work.
The events of the past night made me smile, truly God does miracles. I never believed even in the next five years that I'll be privileged to shine kemi's congo.

"Hello sweetheart!" She moved in with a small tray filled with noodles and fried eggs. I wonder if it was a dozen of it she fried. I just hoped it wasn't my eggs.

"Sweet Kemi" I got the plate from her and placed it on a small stool, I pushed her to the wall and enveloped her lips in a deep kiss. We kissed, not minding our bad breath.

She giggled, "The food will soon get cold and I won't enjoy it".

I reluctantly left her, "I wouldn't mind a quickie!"

"Nah! Last night episode is enough!"

I had a quick brush and joined her.

"Is your sister back?" I asked with a mouth filled with eggs.

"No. But we spoke this morning, around 3 am" She replied.

"So, where did you get the food from?" I asked.

"Huh? It's your food na. I figured out that y...."

"Why is the eggs 'mucher' than the indomie na? How many eggs did you fry?" I grieved.

Ekemini laughed so hard and almost choked, "I fried just seven eggs"

"Seven gini?" I dropped my spoon. "Just sixty naira indomie, you went and fried seven eggs, if the noodles is up to hundred naira own, that means you'll fry one crate" I complained.

She still kept on laughing, "poor boy! Sorry...maybe I should compensate you for the eggs" She smiled seductively.

"Very well" I nodded.

We had another breathtaking round of sex before I headed to the bathroom. Sixteen minutes after, I was dressed for work; a white shirt on a black pant.

"See you later!" I held Ekemini and kissed her lightly on the cheek. She was trying to clean my room.

"Have a good day!" She replied.

"I love you!"

She blushed, "go joor! Mister lover"

"Tell me you love me too!"

"Let's not be too fast!" She replied after a brief hesitation.

"Last night never meant anything to you?"

"Sex happened last night! That shouldn't give you ideas"

I was confused, "so, what are you trying to say?"

"Mr.Frost! Go to work. Lemme clean your room in peace!"

"I'll be back and we will talk about it!" I shrugged and left.
I was really in love with Kemi, last night sealed everything.

•• •• •• ••

I arrived work two minutes late and I rushed to the Principal's office to sign. I noticed everywhere was just scanty, and some staff were on a colourful uniform.

"Mark Frost!"

Definitely, that was Willie. He stood close to his car and beckoned on me.

I quickly grabbed the time book and signed in, luckily the principal wasn't on seat.
I moved towards Willie and we hugged.

"You are looking fresh, what's the occasion?" I asked.

"The staff are heading for a burial at Calabar" He replied.

I nodded, that explains the uniform I saw earlier, even Willie was in it.

"Who?"

"You won't know him, he passed on six months ago! I would've loved you to accompany me".

"No, I'm not on the uniform na"

"That's not a problem!"

"I don't attend burials!" I replied.

He smiled. "No problem".

" I've got good news, you remember that lady you saw at my place?"

He thought for a while, "yes!"

"I screwed her last night!"

His eyes shone in excitement, "you jazzed her? Remember you said she was proving difficult".

"Bro, I did nothing. Everything just fell in position" I smiled.

"When you're done, pass her to me!" He winked.

"Asha! I love that one, ain't passing her around".

" love?" He scoffed, "a misguided feeling of deceit. I hope she's tight down there".

"Ma-uwem-Christ! I will pull your teeth out!" I folded my fist.

"Code 9- don't fight a bro because of a new found catch. You never can tell how much she was shuffled amongst tables!" He winked.

"What shitty code is that?"

"Willy's code of life and death!" He got into his car. It was a Toyota Audi.

This Willie is rich.

"I guess I won't be seeing you today" I said.

"Seek and you'll find!" He winked.

"I should seek you all the way to calabar huh?"

"When you seek a person, distance is never a barrier. Voice of the heart needs no means of transportation".

"So, I should send a heart message? What code is that?"

"That should be code 8!"

"Ewu!" I cursed.

"See you homie!" He started the engine.

I waved at him as he zoomed off, he paused at the gate and some teachers entered into his car.

I greeted most of them and moved into the staff room, I was shocked to see Father Mbaka sitting on my chair. He was still wearing the broken lenses. I recollected the previous incident. I wanted begging, but there were two female teachers oblivious of the friction between I and Mbaka.
I just sat on another chair far away from him.

"Good morning" I greeted the female teachers and they replied by waving.

Mbaka stood up and came to me, I sensed trouble.

"Your tone of greeting is vitriolic and vociferous, typical of a devil. I'm pejorative of your obstreperous behaviour. A nuisance like you is to be ostracised! You are licentious".

" Sir, I'm sorry!" I apologised.

"You are trying to be invective, you are offering a gratuitous apology".

" Father, what is the issue, and your lens is damaged!" One of the ladies said.

I wished she could mind her business.

"Frost, adumbrate about yesterday's incident. Tell them the course of action you took on my cheek." He screamed. "Tell them you amorphous being!". He tapped my table loudly. Thank God, only a few teachers were present in school.

" I was just...." I tried to explain to the ladies.

"Stop! I'm not in approbation of your insensitive apology, I cannot can! But the concomitant of your actions would be glaring. I Iove you my boy!!!" He stormed out of the office.

I sighed, surely, Mbaka was truly mad!!!

Glossystar:
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I'm here. Thanks for the mention. Make I balance gidiba. Food don land.

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