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ghettochild:
Me wey be future unborn child of Darous son of sango, the sharp guy.. how I know go spot am??
I won’t be surprised to find out that toyosi and her friend Tiffany know the Circle wella n dem be members sef.
I been with you since Day one so how know your plot twists is definitely gonna be

ah, grandson of Shango pikin, your papa don dey lose guard😂😂😂

Assaulting a police officer wae call person bitch 😁😁😁

The only joy Cynthia and Darous fit enjoy be say, them no catch her.

So anything kalu dae yarn no go even touch ground

Boss thanks for the update 🙌🙌🙌

Kenny go enter problem again ooo, with that his aluminum handle blokos 😁😁

I believe say if he handle toyosi ehn, she go over love.

Ghetto bois are loaded with gift 😁😁

Talking from experience 😁😁

TheBlessedMAN:
Even me sef was looking forward to the match but be like fifa Kalu don cancel the match ooooo.... 😂

TBM baba you are highly mouthed 💯🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣Na real "FIFA Kalu"🤣🤣

TheBlessedMAN:
Even me sef was looking forward to the match but be like fifa Kalu don cancel the match ooooo.... 😂

TBM baba you really get mouth🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣Na real "FIFA Kalu"😂😂😂😂

Damilgodwin:
Kenny go enter problem again ooo, with that his aluminum handle blokos 😁😁

I believe say if he handle toyosi ehn, she go over love.

Ghetto bois are loaded with gift 😁😁

Talking from experience 😁😁

For get that thing,no be so Jude go fall hand with in small pencil🤬come still dey lie on top😤

dawno2008:
For get that thing,no be so Jude go fall hand with in small pencil🤬come still dey lie on top😤

Baba oo, two wrong can not make a right na, 😁😁😁

At least if Jude own na wrong ehn, abeg make Kenny own be right 😁😁😁

Hunger oooooooooo


Hunger


Hunger oooooo

Damilgodwin:
Hunger oooooooooo


Hunger


Hunger oooooo

soon bro. The next update is kind of long. Will drop it once it's ready

Feed me more ooo

TheBlessedMAN:
soon bro. The next update is kind of long. Will drop it once it's ready

I don go take Andrew liversalt for your matter oo my boss,😁😁😁

Serve am hot hot 🔥

I done refreshed tired Tbm

Abdulreheem:
I done refreshed tired Tbm

boss my own over pass tire oo


Maybe na even tyre I suppose even use 😁😁😁

Episode 26 - Scared And Crazy Things.


Detective Kalu was smiling as he drove away from the cemetery, the wheels of his car cutting through the quiet road. The air was heavy, yet inside him, there was a strange lightness. The burial had gone smoothly — maybe too smoothly. Everything had worked exactly as he wanted. Even better.

He had come to the cemetery with only one plan: push Darous until he snapped.
Make him angry enough to do something stupid — anything at all— that would give Kalu the right to arrest him. Then, once Darous was locked up, he’d break him down and make him talk. Whichever means necessary. Desperate times calls for desperate measures.

He didn’t need to destroy the whole Circle at once. He only needs just one name. One single important name from the deadly organisation— that’s all he needed to follow the trail again. Every lead he had before had gone cold. Every informant dead or missing. Now, with a child on the way, he had no choice but to take the risk. Desperate times calls for desperate measures they say.

He glanced at the rearview mirror. Tiffany sat in the back seat, her face pale but calm, her left wrist cuffed to the headrest of the seat in front of her. She was staring out the window, lost in deep thought

Kalu smirked, his eyes fixed on the road. “Hey, lady,” he said, voice calm but cold. “Do you even understand the gravity of what you just did?”

He waited for a reply, but Tiffany said nothing.

“Alright then,” he continued, his tone raised a bit. “How long you stay in custody depends on your boyfriend. If he gives me what I want, you’ll be out before you know it. But if he decides to play smart…”

He hesitated for a moment. “I swear on my daughter’s life—”
He froze. He had just revealed too much. Quickly, he forced a laugh and corrected himself. “—I mean, on the life of my late father, I’ll make sure you spend a good part of your youth behind bars.”

Tiffany didn’t even flinch. She just glared at him through the mirror.

Kalu turned slightly in his seat. “You hear me?”

“I’m invoking my right to remain silent,” she said flatly.

Kalu’s lips twitched into a small grin. “So that’s how you want to play it? By the books, huh? Alright then. I just hope your boyfriend values your freedom more than his secrets.”

For a while, silence filled the car — just the sound of the engine humming and the road stretching endlessly ahead. Tiffany’s mind was far away, turning over the detective’s words like puzzle pieces.

Then, without warning, she said quickly, “Forget it. What exactly do you want from my boyfriend? Why are you so obsessed with him? You keep showing up, threatening him like he’s some wanted terrorist. What did he even do?”

Kalu’s eyes flicked to the mirror again. “You want the truth?”

“I want the truth,” she said, her tone sharp. “Because I hate police officers like you. Always thinking you’re smarter than everyone else. There are real criminals out there, but you choose to harass an innocent man. My boyfriend is a bricklayer — a hardworking man. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Kalu chuckled softly. “A bricklayer, huh?”

“Yes. A bricklayer. And a damn good one at that.”

He nodded slowly, his eyes darkening. “A bricklayer that rented a G-Wagon for four hundred thousand naira, for only a day oooo. A bricklayer that uses a Rolex watch? A bricklayer that gave his friend a burial worth more than most people’s weddings. Tell me, Tiffany—how many bricklayers do you know can afford to rent a car like that for a day?”

Tiffany hesitated. “I told you I gave him some money—”

"Some money uh? You better start looking out for yourself..."

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning you should stop aiding and abbeting a criminal."

"He's not a criminal!" She fired. "He's got people in his life. Aside me, he's got some important people in his life too."

He cut in sharply. “Exactly. Some important people. Important people from them.”

She frowned. “Them? Who are you talking about?”

"Nothing.."

"Oh... I see, I see whats at play here, you are just jealous."

Kalu leaned back, his grin thin and cold. “Jealous? No, Miss. This isn’t about jealousy. It’s about stopping something dangerous. Your boyfriend isn’t just a lucky bricklayer. He’s part of something bigger. Something dark.”

Tiffany’s jaw tightened. “You’re lying.”

He turned his full face toward her in the mirror, his eyes locking with hers. “You think I’m lying? Ask yourself this — how much do you really know about him?”

The question hung in the air like smoke.

And for the first time, Tiffany couldn’t answer. Her heart began to pound. Her mind went back — to the day she met Darous at the resort. The simple, charming guy who made her laugh when everyone else bored her. The one who talked about life like it was a joke. The same man who showed up at Mrs. Adeoye’s party in a G-Wagon and later said he had rented it.

At the time, she believed him but still got furious that he wasted his money on something so useless as renting a vehicle just for show off. The car, the swagger, the confidence — it all seemed harmless. Then came the strange way he had asked her to finance Baba T's burial. She had thought maybe perhaps he only wanted to give his friend a befiting burial. She had gladly agreed to sponsor it because she could afford it fifty times over. But now, this.

"You know your boyfriend belongs to an organisation?" Kalu's voice cut through her thoughts.

She turned back to Kalu, her voice low. “What organisation are you talking about?”

Kalu smiled — a slow, victorious smile.

“Now,” he said softly, “I'm also invoking my rights to remain silent till further notice.” He said with a smile, mocking her earlier statement.

******


The cemetery had gone a little bit quiet compared to an hour ago. Most of the mourners were already leaving, and only a few people remained—funeral organisers, gravediggers, and some neighbours finishing the last bottles of malt and beer. The sky was already turning orange when I rushed toward Toyosi and Kenny, who were standing near the tent, arguing about how to share drinks. Slow music was still playing out of the large bluetooth speaker under the tent.

“Toyosi! Kenny!” I shouted. My voice came out cracked.

They both turned sharply. Toyosi’s face brightened for a moment—until she saw the look in my eyes.

“What happened?” she asked.

I could barely breathe. “ Tiffany has been arrested”

Her mouth fell open. “What? Who arrested her?”

“Detective Kalu,” I said. “ She’s in his custody now.”

For a moment, Toyosi just stood there, frozen. Then she dropped the bottle of malt in her hand—it shattered on the floor. “Jesus Christ! This is a disaster!”

“Toyosi calm down,” Kenny said, but she wouldn’t stop.

“No, no, no… this is bad. This is really bad,” she said, clutching her head. “A burial and an arrest on the same day? This is not good!”

Kenny was quiet. I pulled him aside and whispered, “Bro, I didn’t intend for it to end like this. I only told you to text him so he could be here to see how everything went and not to come and arrest anyone. I just want to send him on a wild goose chase in case he was planning something funny.”

Kenny sighed deeply. “I know. I know, bro. But what’s done is done. You need to go to the station now. Be with Tiffany. Let me and Toyosi handle everything here.”

I nodded weakly and went to Toyosi who was still lamenting under her breath .“I’ll need the car, I'm going to the station.”

“Alright.” Toyosi said quickly. “I’ll follow you. We’ll go together.”

"Alright. Let's go."

We left the cemetery in the black GLE, speeding down the dusty road while the funeral songs faded behind us. I could still see Baba T’s grave in the side mirror, freshly covered, flowers scattered around it.

The drive felt like it would never end. Toyosi was on her phone the whole time, calling everyone she could—her lawyer friend, a customer who knew someone in the police, even the man who once helped her cousin when SARS officers arrested him.

But every call ended the same way—with disappointment.

“They said the case is serious,” Toyosi finally said, dropping her phone on her lap. “Assaulting a police officer, Darous. That’s one year minimum, even with a good lawyer.”

I gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles went white. “But she didn’t assault him. He’s the one harassing us.”

“They don’t care,” she said. “Once it’s a police matter, they’ll twist the story.”

We reached the station around 5 p.m. Two policemen sat lazily at the counter; one was eating suya while the other picked his teeth and argued about the Blord and VeryDarkMan iPhone 17 wahala. They were busy talking about how Ratels might be the ones who caused Blord’s Instagram account to get deactivated.

“Good evening, officer,” Toyosi started, her voice polite but tense. “We’re here to see a lady that was just brought in by Detective Kalu—Tiffany.”

The corporal at the counter barely looked up. “No visitation today. Come back tomorrow.”

“But officer, please—”

“I said no visitation!” he barked. “Una think say this place na hotel? Go and wait outside, you are not my friend, MY FRIEND!”

Toyosi looked like she wanted to scream, but I held her arm. “Let’s just wait,” I whispered.

By 7:15 p.m., a black Toyota Corolla stopped in front of the station. A tall, confident woman stepped out. Toyosi recognized her right away—Tiffany’s lawyer. She wore a neat navy blue suit and carried a small leather file.

“Madam T,” she greeted as she and Toyosi exchanged a quick hug.

Then she turned to me. “Mr. Darous, right?”

“Yes, ma'am,” I said, quickly standing up.

She gave a short nod. “I’m Barrister Uche. I’ve spoken with Detective Kalu and the officers in charge. I’ll handle this. You two should go home. There’s no need to stay here tonight.”

Toyosi frowned. “Go home? But she’s still inside!”

“I understand,” the lawyer said calmly. “But trust me, there’s no cause for alarm. I’ll make sure nothing happens to her tonight. You’ll hear from me once I have more information on the case.”
She smiled faintly.

Toyosi and I walked back to the car, but I kept looking back at the station's entrance door. Tiffany was inside — alone, probably scared, maybe crying. She could be regretting ever meeting me. I hadn’t really given her much since we met, and now she’s paying the price for being with me.

My hands went tight into my fists. “I’ll get her out,” I said under my breath.

****

The moment we stepped in, the house felt strange—like it had been waiting for bad news. Even the lights seemed dimmer than usual.
I dropped the car keys on the table and slumped into the couch, running both hands over my face. My head was pounding. I still couldn’t wrap my mind around how the day had turned from burying a friend… to watching my girlfriend getting dragged away by a police officer.

Toyosi disappeared into her room without a word. I sat there for a long while, just staring at the floor, whispering under my breath.
“How did everything go so bad in one single day? Oh bloody god of thunder.. that's your daughter-in-law... For god's sake.”

The ticking wall clock was the only reply I got.

After some minutes, Toyosi walked back into the sitting room. She had changed out of her black funeral gown into something softer. A loose silk top that hung low on her shoulders, and shorts so small they almost made my dick twitch. Her hair was down, her skin glowing faintly under the lights.

For a second, I just blinked at her, confused. Why would she dress like this after a day like this?

But I pushed the thought aside quickly. This wasn’t the time to read meanings into anything.

“Toyosi,” I said quietly as she settled down on the sofa across me. “thank you… for everything today. For helping out with the burial, the people, the drinks… you made sure Baba T’s farewell wasn’t a total mess. I really appreciate it.”

She waved her hand lightly. “Don’t mention jare. You’re like a brother to me already. It's the least we could do.”

I nodded slowly. “Still, I’m grateful.”

"It's nothing. It's just that, I'm ...I'm just... scared right now." Her eyes carried a kind of fear I couldn’t fully describe at that moment.

"Scared? What’s scaring you?" I asked softly.

"The whole thing... it’s scaring me. And whenever I’m scared, I do crazy things," she said, her voice almost breaking.

"Wait… crazy things like what? I don’t understand."

She stood up from her seat and moved closer, sitting beside me—close enough for me to smell her perfume. It was soft, like coconut mixed with something sweeter. For a moment, silence filled the room.

"Darous..." she said quietly. "You need to help me out."

My mind started racing. The corner of my eyes caught her breasts—those round, firm, nippling-dangerous-iPhone17-blord-phynalistic-reginal-divorsitic breasts. Wait… what nonsense did I just say? Well, that’s just to show you how much effect those breasts had on me at that moment.

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, she then placed her hand gently on my shoulder.

"Ermm..." I tried to talk, but my voice suddenly got stuck. This is cake wrapped in a snare. Eat and die.

"There’s something I really need to tell you." She said after a brief seconds of silence. "Especially now that it’s just you and me in this house," Toyosi said but I couldn't look in her direction.

"Oooookay… what is it?" I asked, half-curious and kind of nervous at the same time.

"You know, there’s—" she began, but her words were cut off by the loud ring of my phone.
The sound filled the quiet house like an alarm.

I quickly pulled it out of my pocket, hoping it was Tiffany or the lawyer. But when I looked at the screen, it was Kenny. I sighed—disappointed, but not annoyed.

"Excuse me, I need to take this," I said, and Toyosi slowly took her hand off my shoulder.

"Hello?" I answered.

"How far bro, ah don reach house," Kenny said.

"House? Which house?" I asked.

"My own house nah," he replied. "Burial don finish, so I no see reason to stay for Toyosi’s place again."

I was quiet for a second. “True,” I said softly.

"How's the whole Tiffany matter? You still dey police station?" He asked.

I explained everything to him—how we went there, met the officers, and waited for hours until her lawyer arrived and told us to go home.

"I just blame myself for everything," I said finally.

“You don start again guy, blaming yourself for everything wrong in the world. don’t do that abeg.” he replied.

"What do you mean, K? It’s my fault she’s in that cell. I should’ve handled that man better," I said, lowering my voice so Toyosi wouldn’t hear too much.

"Bro, just calm down. Don’t beat yourself up. I know you—small time now you go start planning one Michael Scott move to break her out of that cell. Just relax. Her lawyer go handle am." he said.

"Okay bro..."

" Alright na..we go hook later."

" No lele na, maybe when all this is over, I’ll get a new apartment ganself. These ladies have really tried for me," I said.

"That’s good. But no forget your promise o. I don help you with your Detective stuff, so now you go help me too. No allow sapa wound me abeg," he said, laughing.

I smiled a bit. "No wahala. Let this storm pass first."

"Alright bro, I trust you," he said.

We said our goodbyes, and I dropped the phone.

Toyosi had been watching me the whole time. “You want to move out?” she asked.

“Yeah. I think it’s time,” I said. “But not until Tiffany is released. I’ll sort things out after.”

She leaned back on the couch and crossed her legs. “You can stay here for as long as you want,” she said softly. “You’re my friend’s man. I owe it to her to make sure you’re okay… until she comes back home.”

"Okay, thanks. So what's that thing you wanted to tell me?" I asked.

Then she leaned closer and gave me a gentle peck on the cheek. Her lips were warm. It was… unsual and definitely spiritual in 9ice's voice.

Before I could even react to what she just did, she stood up and walked slowly toward the kitchen, swaying slightly. “What will you eat?” she asked, glancing back at me with a half-smile.

I shook my head. “Nothing. I’m not hungry.”

“Hmm,” she hummed. “Okay then.” And she disappeared into the kitchen.

I sank deeper into the couch. I couldn’t eat even if I tried. My chest felt like a stone was sitting on it. The image of Tiffany in handcuffs wouldn’t leave my mind.

One by one, the memories began to play—like an old film I couldn’t stop watching.

The first day I met her at the resort. How she smiled when I walked up to her, pretending to be confident even though my heart was pounding like mad. The party at Mrs Adeoye’s mansion—her laughter, her swagger, the way she made heads turn with her presence, the way she held my hand and made me feel like I finally belonged somewhere.

Then later that night inside the room given to us by Mrs Adeoye . The MouthAction. How close we got to having our first sexual intercourse.
That reminds me, she had promised that our first time would be magical —tonight.
"Ah...fvck."
I muttered under my breath.

I sighed deeply and leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

All I could think of was Tiffany.
And how I was going to get her back

That night, sleep refused to come.
I kept calling her lawyer; no answer. I sent message after message on WhatsApp — still nothing. The silence was killing me.

I walked to the fridge and poured myself a glass of wine. I drank it all at once, then my phone buzzed. I quickly picked it up, hoping it was Tiffany.
But it wasn’t — it was Chuka.

His message was short:

“Mushin garage. 8 a.m tomorrow . sharp. A black Pathfinder will pick you up.”

My chest tightened as I read it over and over again.

I quickly typed, “I’m still not feeling well, boss.”
Seconds later, his reply came in:

“Good. Then come sick. The mission won’t wait for your health.”

I sighed. One way or the other, I must find a way to sleep on time. So I crushed half a sleeping pill, and washed it down with water. I set my alarm for 6:30 a.m. and lay back, watching the ceiling fade into blur.
Within minutes, I drifted into a heavy, dreamless sleep. Or so I thought.

****

A knock landed on the door.
I blinked.

The knock came again, soft but urgent.
I picked myself up and stumbled to the door.
When I opened it, my heart stopped.

Continuation of episode 26.


Toyosi was standing there.
Dressed in a thin, sleeveless top that barely covered her, her skin glowing faintly under the dim bulb in the hallway. Her eyes were dark, smoky, and dangerous as they locked onto mine.

“What are you doing here?” I managed to ask.

She bit her lip and stepped closer. “I told you I do crazy things when I’m scared,” she whispered.

Before I could respond, she pressed her palms to my chest and pushed me back — gentle, but firm enough to make me stumble onto the bed. Then she climbed over me, her breath warm against my neck.

Her lips found mine — hungry, desperate and tense. She rocked her crotch against the eight inches dick given to me from birth. I could feel her juices dripping onto my dick and down to my balls.

"Wait… wait," I whispered, my voice shaking.

"No more waiting. We’re doing this," she said, breathing hard as she kissed me with fierce energy.

"Toyo… Toyosi… we can’t," I stammered, trying to find the right words.

"Says who?" she laughed softly, her tone playful but firm.

I was still searching for an answer when she moved her lips first to my neck, then to my nip*ples, her touch sending a rush of feelings through me that made it hard to think straight.

Damn it!” I gasped when her warm mouth found my bazooka. Her lips moved with slow, teasing circles around it while her nails played gently on my balls. Her touch was soft and sharp at the same time. The mix of sensations made my thoughts scatter, leaving me on the Y-junction of Resistance and Surrender. . I did a very quick recitation of 'bugle born bugle born, how many bugle born do you want' in my head. The result favoured Surrender, so I pulled her face back to mine and pressed a deep kiss onto her lips. I could taste my own pre-cum on her lips. The kiss grew fierce, our mouths clashing with urgency, as if neither of us wanted to let go.

I then grabbed her soft a*ss and moved it fast around my dick that was resting against her wet vagina lips.

The kiss deepened, turned wild. Her hands moved fast, sliding over my skin. My heart pounded so loud it drowned out every other reason.

I shifted my hand up from her a*ss and grabbed her waist as she pressed her body against mine, her soft moans mixing with the sound of our heavy breathing. She straddled me, her hair falling like dark curtains around our faces. My hands trailed her back as her fingers reached down — searching for my dick.

She jerked her body up a little bit and just as she was about to lower herself onto my full eight inches,
the door burst open.

We both froze.

Standing there, in the doorway, was Tiffany.

Her eyes — wide, red, and trembling — darted between us. The silence was deafening before it shattered with her scream.

“No!”

She turned around and bolted out of the room.

“Shit!” I cursed, pushing Toyosi off me. “What the hell have you done?”

Toyosi smirked through her tangled hair. “Mission accomplished,” she whispered, her voice dripping with twisted satisfaction.

I barely had time to process what she meant before I saw movement at the door again.

Tiffany was back.

But this time, her face was something else — pale, furious, and broken. In her hand gleamed a butter knife, trembling under the light.

“Wait—Tiffany, no—!”

Before I could move, she lunged.
The knife plunged deep into Toyosi’s stomach.

The sound — that sickening thud — tore through the room.

Toyosi gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief as blood soaked her thin top. She crumpled to the floor, clutching her belly.

“Tiff…” My voice cracked. “Oh my God—what have you done—”

But Tiffany didn’t stop. Her hand shook as she yanked the knife out, the blade dripping with blood. Then she turned to me.

Her chest heaved. Tears streamed down her face, but her eyes — her eyes burned like fire.

“You! Just a few hours without me and you are already fvcking my friend..” she hissed, voice breaking. “You this son of a b*tch!”

She raised the knife—high, shaking, ready to strike—

And then—

I woke up.

Sweat covered my whole body. My chest was rising and falling fast, like I’d just finished running.

I looked at the wall clock — it was 5:55 a.m.

“Who carry blue film enter my dream na?” I muttered to myself.
But the next sound that followed was a sudden, loud knock on the door.

I froze, confused. “Who’s there?” I asked.

“It’s me, Toyosi…” came the soft reply.

And who says dreams don’t come true?



To be continued... Sorry for the delay my guys. Just been busy this week o. Edakun 🙏

Eweeeeeeeeeeeeee

You really scared the shit out of me


Abeg that dream must hang for air ooo😁😁😁

Happy Sunday my honorable boss himself 🙌

You have done well.

You have scush and blash us well

Your head oil will not dry aje 💯💯💯🔥🔥

"And who says dreams don't come true..... " This is a one baddass cliffhanger

This crazy writer knows the perfect way to make you beg for more... You should be writing for nollywood soon 😂😂😂😂

OK... Eagerly anticipating the next update.
Darous would be a fool to fall into any form of temptation with Toyosi...not when he had been so forewarned already

Ohibenemma:
OK... Eagerly anticipating the next update.
Darous would be a fool to fall into any form of temptation with Toyosi...not when he had been so forewarned already

and to be forewarned is to be forearmed

You're not alone baba TBM,this past week has been so one kind jawe😅 though I check for updates regularly,but I was too busy to read even😤but in all we bless baba God for his grace🙏

Onto the matter,na bro God of thunder ⚡ dey try tell him prodigal son some things through dreams🤣cos I nor just trust that beautiful seductress Toyosi😏and I hope Tiffany won't over react,and give that sad detective reasons to get her bobo🤔

Good job TBM,but the updates look rushed and too brief🤕abi na me quickly read am finish no😂😂😂😂

The episode come short because e too sweet .
Tbm
U promised a very long episode this time around.
Now my question is that
It that it’s long and the enjoyment made me lose tracks of it length?
Or it’s not as lengthy as u promised?
But to be frank I really enjoyed each passing episode u dropped .
May God bless u bro

Abdulreheem:
The episode come short because e too sweet .
Tbm
U promised a very long episode this time around.
Now my question is that
It that it’s long and the enjoyment made me lose tracks of it length?
Or it’s not as lengthy as u promised?
But to be frank I really enjoyed each passing episode u dropped .
May God bless u bro

My boss ehn, TBM no know say this is story done super glue our mind and focus to his side.

Boss if you dae busy ehn, just drop information

We no fit rush you na, because you dae really try for us

Damilgodwin:
My boss ehn, TBM no know say this is story done super glue our mind and focus to his side.

Boss if you dae busy ehn, just drop information

We no fit rush you na, because you dae really try for us

alright boss, I apologise 🙏

It is well

It is well... Make we patient small

TheBlessedMAN:
alright boss, I apologise 🙏

We Dey with you

We mount for you boss mi


Excessively mounted coat nai I wear dae wait for you 😁😁

Baba nla 💯💯

Omo this dream must come true ooooo but without the part tiffany bursting up on them.....or else

This episode is dedicated to my brother. Idowu Joshua on the occasion of his birthday. Happy birthday little bro.. WA pe laye bii ti Methuselah. More grace insha'Allah


EPISODE 27 — THE BLACK PATHFINDER.

When I opened the door, I froze.

Toyosi stood there — wearing the exact same clothes I saw in my dream. That same thin sleeveless top, that same quiet smirk that had just haunted me minutes ago. For a second, I just stared. My mind couldn’t process it. Was this some kind of warning? A sign of what would happen if I dared to eat from Toyosi’s restaurant?

My chest thumped so hard it almost hurt.

She frowned slightly.
“I heard you scream just now… hope all is well?”

Her voice snapped me out of it.
I blinked fast, forcing a weak smile to cover up the fear crawling through my body.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m fine,” I lied. “Just a bad dream, that’s all.”

She tilted her head, studying my face.
“You sure? You look like you saw a ghost.”

I forced a small laugh. “Maybe I did,” I said. “But I’m fine now, no need to worry about me jare.”

She tried to move closer, but I blocked the door slightly with my arm.

“It’s still midnight, Toyosi,” I said softly. “You should go get some sleep.”

She raised a brow. “Midnight ke? It’s already dawn, Mr. Joseph the dreamer. You’re acting strange, you know that?”

“I just need some rest,” I muttered, avoiding her eyes. “Got somewhere to be early in the morning.”

“Where?” she asked quickly.

I hesitated, then said, “Just going to check a client’s project at Isolo. Nothing serious.”

She looked at me for a moment like she wanted to say more, but she just sighed.
“Fine. Be safe, okay?”

I nodded. “Goodnight, Toyosi.”

She lingered a bit longer, eyes still on me, then turned and walked away.

I shut the door quietly, leaned on it, and exhaled shakily.
That dream felt too real. Too damn real.
And now she had shown up — same clothes, same knock, same everything.
What are the odds?

All my efforts to fall back asleep failed. My mind just refused to rest.
I sat up and rubbed my face. The day hadn’t even started, yet it already smelled like trouble from a distance — the kind that doesn’t miss its target.
It felt like being stuck with Onana as my goalkeeper in a Champions League penalty shootout — pure tension and zero confidence.

Tiffany was still in that cell because of something that started from me.
And Detective Kalu… that man wasn’t backing down.
But one thing’s sure — I can’t let him win.

No, I can’t.

You might say the Circle is dangerous — deadly even. And maybe this Kalu guy wants to bring them down because of some personal vendetta. Maybe they wronged him before, I don’t know. Still, I don’t care.

My case is just like election season in Nigeria — no matter how useless a candidate is, some people will still fight, lie, and even die for that person. Not because they believe in him, but because that’s where their daily bread comes from. They don’t care if the whole country burns tomorrow, as long as their own pocket and safety are secured today.

That’s exactly how it is with the Circle.
Yes, they’re dangerous. Wicked even. But they gave me something I never had — money and protection. The kind that changes how people look at you.

Take that day Kenny and I went to Agama’s place for example.
All I did was mention one name — “CK Mania.”
Just that name. And suddenly, everybody forgot how to breathe. Agama’s boys froze, mouths shut, eyes wide. Right there, they cleared Kenny’s debt — over half a million naira, just like that. Half a million, gone in one breath.
Even the precious blood of Jesus doesn’t wash away sins that fast — at least there’s baptism, repentance, and some confessions involved. That’s forgiveness in 3G. But Agama’s forgiveness? That one came in 6G speed with the name of CK mania.

Now tell me — if you had one name that could open doors anywhere, won’t you use it till even the owner of the name tells you to stop? He might even take you to court for overusing it sef.

And now this same Detective Kalu wants me to betray that same organization — the same people who, in their own dark and twisted way, changed my life.

I’ve only done two missions for them.
First was spying on a government vault.
Second was sneaking into Kalu’s own case file about that incident at Mrs. Adeoye’s event.
Just two small missions — and they paid me over five million naira already. Five million. Clean. Straight like 6 o’clock. No stress, no wahala like coaching Manchester United post Alex Ferguson era.

So even if I wanted to help Kalu take them down, I can’t. Not just because of the money, but because of the rule — never talk to the police.
And now look at me, already breaking that rule.
Isn’t this how Adam ate the apple?

I couldn’t just sit still. Tiffany was in danger, and I had to move. First I need to find out my mission and then handle my girlfriend's issue with Detective Kalu.

So I bathed quickly, dressed up, and stepped out.

Chuka had told me a black Pathfinder would pick me up at Mushin Garage.
I didn’t take any of the GLE cars — because I don’t know what kind of mission was waiting for me, and I don’t want anything traced back to me.

Toyosi was still asleep when I left. I only dropped her a short message: “Going to Isolo for that client’s work.”

The estate was quiet when I stepped into the road.
No bikes, no sound. They don’t even allow commercial bike riders inside, so I had to walk almost twenty minutes before reaching the main junction.

As I walked, an idea suddenly hit me — like it came from the god of thunder himself. I brought out my phone and called Detective Kalu.

He picked on the first ring, like he’d been waiting for me.

“I need to see you,” I said. “Somewhere private and quiet this morning.”

“I’m already on the road to work,” he said. “Meet me at the filling station beside Mushin Garage in ten minutes. We can talk there.”

“But that’s not really a private place,” I said.

“Don’t worry,” he replied. “Nobody ever pays attention to people at a filling station.” Then he ended the call.

****

When I got to the filling station, his Toyota Camry arrived almost immediately. He wasn’t wearing uniform — just black jeans, a dark shirt, and those black shades that hide the eyes. He didn’t greet me or smile, just gave me a short nod and pointed at a wooden bench near the kerosene pump, away from the main road.

I sat down. My leg was shaking, but I forced it to stay still.

“You look tired,” he said.

“Glad you noticed....” I fired back. “My girlfriend is in a cell, and the man who put her there is sitting right in front of me.”

He smirked and pulled a file from his folder.
“Darous, this shouldn’t be a problem for you. Play your part and your girl will be home like nothing happened. Like I told you at your friend's burial — I’m not after you. I’m after the people who own you.”

“Then let my girlfriend go now… she has nothing to do with all this madness.”

"It's not that simple this man..." He said and then waved the file slightly.
“I’m already preparing her case. You know how many years she’ll get if this reaches court?”

I clenched my jaw. “You think life is black and white just because you wear a uniform?”

He chuckled. “No. But I know you’d be stupid to reject this offer.”

“I’m not stupid,”

“Then prove it,” he snapped. “The Circle. You have contact with someone important in that organisation, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer. I just watched a man nearby filling his jerrycan. The petrol smell was thick in the air, and my head was crowded — thoughts doing warm-up like players before kickoff, waiting for the referee’s whistle to storm the pitch.

“Answer me,” his voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

“What if I do?” I said quietly.

“Then use it,” Kalu replied. “Give me one name. Just one. Help me break them. You do that for me.....” he lifted the file like he was ready to tear it — “and Tiffany walks free. You don’t?, and she rots in jail. Not small prison o, I'm talking Maximum prison.”

"Wait..." I blinked hard. “What the hell are you talking about? She only slapped you! I was there!”

He smiled. “You don’t know how far I'm willing to go with this issue.” He opened the file and showed two photos — one with a swollen cheek, another with red eyes. “You see these two pictures, they are enough. Now it’s assault with a weapon. That alone can give her life imprisonment.”

The calmness in his tone told me everything — this man wasn’t bluffing.

“You can’t do this,” I said sharply. “You’re supposed to uphold the law. You want to ruin her life for some personal glory?”

He laughed dryly. “Glory? No. Personal? You damn right.”

“I thought so. You’ve got serious problems, man. You’ll ruin her life because of these people? How’s that fair?”

“They took people from me,” he said. “I’ll crush anyone who stands in my way. Anyone.”

I rubbed my jaw. “You’re asking me to betray people who can make someone disappear without leaving a shadow.”

He shrugged. “Help me, and they’ll never have that power again.”

“This is blackmail,” I said.

He smirked. “Call it whatever color you want. The choice is yours.”

I stared at him. “You’re asking me to play a dangerous game. Can you even protect me if things go south?”

He gave that fake smile. “If you do your part, you won’t need protection.”

“Lies,” I muttered under my breath.

“What?” he snapped.

“Nothing.”

We sat there in silence. The sun was rising higher, burning hotter. Sweat rolled down my back.
I checked my watch, almost 8 a.m. I needed to move.

“So what’s it going to be?” he asked.

I stood slowly. “Give me till noon. I’ll give you my answer.”

He nodded. “Fair enough. Don’t waste time. Some things don’t wait. If I don’t hear from you by noon, this file goes straight to the top.”

He turned, walked back to his car, and drove off. The sound of his shoes on the floor echoed like a gavel hitting wood.

I just stood there, watching the Camry disappear into traffic.

I let out a long, ragged sigh. Didn’t need him to tell me — I already knew.

“Damn. I’m deep in shit.”

No choice looked clean. Turn on the Circle and I lose the only thing that’s been making me feel like I'm a part of the gangs of Lagos. That kind of power you feel when you know you can just do something and go away with it. And on the other hand,
help Kalu and get Tiffany back but kiss my income goodbye. Either way, somebody bleeds — and probably it’ll be me.


*****

By 8:07 a.m., I was at Mushin Garage.

The air smelled like only Lagos garages can smell — smoke, sweat, and old engines.
Buses shouted their destinations — “Ojuelegba! Yaba! Oshodi!” — and conductors waved naira notes in the air like flags.

I stood by the roadside, scanning every black SUV that passed. The sun was resuming to its earthly duties. I checked my phone again, still nothing from Chuka.

To distract myself, I tried calling Tiffany.
No answer.
Second call, still nothing.
Third call, same.

Then, on the fourth try, she picked.

Her voice was soft, tired, but still lovely to hear.
“Darous…”

Hearing her speak again almost made my knees weak.
“Tiffany… thank God. I’ve been calling since! Are you okay? How are they treating you?”

She sighed. “As okay as anyone can be in a cell. They just gave me the phone. Said you’ve been calling since midnight.”

“Yes… I’ve been worried sick, babe.”

“Don’t worry too much,” she said softly. “My lawyer will handle it. I’ll be fine.”

I smiled faintly, trying to sound strong. “You better be. You still owe me a night, remember?”

She gave a weak laugh — that same small laugh that used to make me forget my problems.

“You and sex,” she said. “But we need to talk once I’m out, okay?”

“I know,” I said quietly.

“You do?” she asked.

Before I could answer, the sound of screeching tires cut through the noise.

A black Pathfinder stopped right in front of me. Tinted glass. The back door opened slowly.

Inside, a man sat at the far end — all black outfit, cap, sunglasses, gloves. His face calm, unreadable.

He raised his hand and motioned for me to get in.

“Tiff… I’ll call you back,” I whispered.

“Darous? What’s that sound—”

The line went dead as I ended the call.

I stepped forward cautiously and entered the car. The door slammed shut behind me.

Before I could even settle in, a thick black hood dropped over my head.

“Don’t remove it,” The man beside me said in a cold voice. “Unless I tell you to.”

My heart jumped, but I didn’t argue. The engine roared, and the car began to move.



To be continued.

The film sweet die😂😂😂this would pass for a good Nollywood action movie 🤔 that's if a good director and some good actors can deliver the scene as written, walahi e go make sense 🤓

I know for sure my boi Darous will come out better and richer🧐 maybe do time in prison,🤭cos that nasty detective be like winch🥺but at the end na him go loose😏

Weldon sir TBM,keep the ministry moving👏🍻