What chapter and part did you stop here and please what chapter and parts did it continue on your blog. Shallom.

Phewwww...finally here.
This story is so good, my kinda story too.
Big weldone oyinprince.
I'm beginning to suspect everybody around me oooo >

Oyinprince:
I'll try send it later but mention me again if you don't get it by Wednesday.

I havent seen it bro nd today is saturday o

EmpresFIDEL:
with due respect sir, pls if you known you can't finish what you start here then there is no point starting the story here. there are better ways to advertise ur blog instead of asking us to complete the story there. I regretted starting this story. thanks

But y ar pple lyk dis. U ar given a link to complete d story nd part 2 is already here on NL... If u dnt av something good to say, then y dont u keep shut 4 Gods sake.
Bro oyinprince, abeg na which part u stopd here to make it easier for to kwantinue dere. Or betterstill paste d remainin parts here for God's sake. Tnx bro nd xpectin a reply frm u.

Despirado121:

But y ar pple lyk dis. U ar given a link to complete d story nd part 2 is already here on NL... If u dnt av something good to say, then y dont u keep shut 4 Gods sake.
Bro oyinprince, abeg na which part u stopd here to make it easier for to kwantinue dere. Or betterstill paste d remainin parts here for God's sake. Tnx bro nd xpectin a reply frm u.

I knw u like my idea, u want the story to be pasted here... so stop forming Mr nice man here.

EmpresFIDEL:
I knw u like my idea, u want the story to be pasted here... so stop forming Mr nice man here.

Eiyah! Oya clap for yourself

EmpresFIDEL:
I knw u like my idea, u want the story to be pasted here... so stop forming Mr nice man here.

To make it easy, jst follow dis link to read d other parts (9&10) www.youngicee.com/search/label/Tarasha?m=1 . No need to quarel ma'am. Have a lovely weekend

Oyinprince:
Hello guys, Join us here:

https://www.nairaland.com/3410304/tarasha-2-return-revenge#50235847

Pls boss can u email me the PDF I will really appreciate ......thanks in advance.................eazyobas46@gmail.com

CHAPTER 20 parts 9 and 10 are the only parts missing here and I'll post this week unfailingly but if you can't wait, read it here:
http://www.youngicee.com/search/label/Tarasha?m=1

Oops, I'll send Inseparable to everyone asking for it this week too

'Good morning sir,' Kimberly greeted as she walked into Mr Sylvester's office.

'Good morning miss, how are you doing today?' Mr Sylvester replied.

'Fine, how about you, your wife and kids?'

'I'm fine and my family is fine too,' he replied with a broad smile.

'Okay sir, here's the flash drive containing the embedded files.' Tarasha said, handing him the drive.

'Thanks Kim,' Mr Sylvester collected it and quickly inserted it into his laptop. Kimberly curtsied and turned to leave.

'Ermm... Please Kim, could you help me check Frank and monitor what he's done so far,' he said.

'What did you ask him to do sir?' Kimberly said, turning back to him.

'Okay, sorry I didn't tell you; I just didn't want to disturb your weekend. Agent Dakolo called on Saturday and asked that we should optimize the system to identify Henry E.G.' Mr Sylvester said.

'What?' Kimberly exclaimed, 'but why?'

Mr Sylvester paused and narrowed his look at her, surprised at her outburst. 'Why? Because he's missing and the police are in search of him. The last time he was caught on camera was the day there was an assassination attack on the Vice President and since then, he has not been captured again. Agent Dakolo had since asked us to keep tabs on him since that day.'

'But...' she looked baffled. 'Why wasn't I told?'

'You weren't in the office that day and even throughout the week, remember that you were being questioned all day by the police officers as an eyewitness at the scene of the attack.' Mr Sylvester replied, still surprised at her reaction towards the news. 'I just thought that I shouldn't bother you about it, since you have other tasks at hand and you already taught us how to integrate new images and facial structures into the process.'

Tarasha heaved a sigh of frustration, 'so what's Frank doing on it now?' she asked.

'Henry E.G was caught on cameras yesterday night...'

'Huh?' Kimberly's interrupted.

'He was caught on camera,' Mr Sylvester repeated and then paused. He gave her a suspicious look, 'why are you acting strange?'

'Nothing, nothing,' she answered sharply and tried to compose herself. 'So where was he seen?'

'He was captured in front of a warehouse, we couldn't find where he was coming from or where he entered because of the darkness. It was the security lights at the gate of the warehouse that revealed his face. But this morning, he was captured flying over the fence of the warehouse and he's been monitored already. His location and the live streaming link has been sent to the police headquarters by Frank. The only thing I want you to do is to see his progress in monitoring Henry's activities and transferring to the police headquarters.' Mr Sylvester said.

'Okay sir,' she replied, still acting calm. 'I'll get to him.' she said and turned to walk out.

'Thank you,' Mr Sylvester replied, still surprised about her earlier reaction.


Instead of going to check Frank as she was asked to do, Tarasha walked straight to her office. She entered and slammed the door, then she fell back on the door and ran her fingers through her hair. She didn't know why she was bothered so much about Henry but she just knew she was scared that he shouldn't be caught, not because he would implicate her but for his own safety.

She quickly walked to her table and picked up her phone, dialing his number immediately.

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"Has he been seen moving?" Dakolo asked, staring into the laptop on the computer operator's lap. Both of them were seated at the back seat of the car while Clem was driving and another officer was with him at the front, a police van was following behind them.

"No, he has not come out from the restaurant."

"Good, just one more minute drive and we're there."

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Henry was seating alone at the table meant for three in the local restaurant. He had long finished the food he ordered for, that he was still seated there without questions from the sales women was because it wasn't their sales rush hour which were always very early in the mornin and during break hours of workers.

He had his bowed, his forehead touching the table; his phone was in his hand and he was staring at the text message which Tara sent him earlier. He knew it could only be because of Jefa she had sent it, Jefa may have told her to make she he returns to the house and that would have forced her to send the text message. He wondered if it was advisable to return back to Tara's house even if they wanted him back, he was sure that with his presence there, Jefa would soon come to find out that her sister is the dreaded assassin. He didn't want to be the one through whom Jefa would receive the heartbreaking information and through whom Tara and her brother's relationship would be destroyed.

A tear dropped off his eyes as he wondered if she could ever change and live the life she was supposed to live, she had said to him that she wouldn't until she was shown what love or God meant, he didn't know how to do that and he didn't know if he would ever be able to do it.

His phone suddenly began to ring, it was Tara calling. His heart skipped a beat, he silenced the phone, more tears dropped from his eyes, he didn't know what she wanted to say and wasn't ready to speak with her yet, maybe he would have summoned courage before the evening time when she asked them to meet.

The call ended and the phone began to ring again immediately, he silenced it again. He thought of his mum, how he had neglected them and instead go for Tara first, he had only sent a text message to her saying he was fine and was going to see her when everything was settled, whether she had gotten the text message or not, he didn't know. He decided in his heart that it was time he paid a short visit home and put his parent's mind at rest, at least, they'll be rest assured that he was alive.

The phone began to ring the third time, he mistakenly answered as he wanted to silence it. He hesitated for some seconds before raising up his head to place the phone on his ears.

'Henry, can you hear me...' he was hearing her speak when he saw two uniformed police officers enter through the door of the restaurant and began to spread tactically, then Dakolo entered after them with his eyes fixed straight to where Henry was seated. 'You need to move to somewhere the street cameras can't reach, I'll help stop the streaming for an hour so that you can go far before the police officers gets to you.' Omotara continued speaking but Henry wasn't listening anymore.

Henry dropped the phone quietly, he rose up to face Dakolo who was already close to him.

'The game is over Henry, don't make any stupid move, this place is surrounded already.' Dakolo said.

_______

Tarasha felt cold surg through her body as she heard the agent's voice over the phone, the game was over truly. She quickly dropped the phone and took out the micro sim. She picked another phone with which she dialled Jefa's number.

'Hello brother, where are you?' she said hurriedly.

'Where else? I'm at home,' Jefa replied. 'Preparing to go to my former apartment.'

'Please, can you leave now? I mean immediately, this moment.'

'Why?' Jefa asked in a surprised tone.

Tarasha sighed and immediately thought of a good excuse to give her brother. 'From the footages we have at work now, it looks like there's something like a bomb in that area. It would explode anytime from now, so I think you should leave now and stay at your place till I call.'

'Hmm... Okay.'

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*** One hour later***

Henry was alone in the dark room, his hands rested on the table and his head bowed. The room was an interrogation room but different from the one he was put in the first time the police arrested him. By the hardness and harshness of the metal table on his hands and chairs on his butt, plus the stuffiness and hotness in the room; he could tell that this interrogation room was one prepared not for ordinary suspects but for hardened criminals.

Someone walked in fifteen minutes after he was put there. The person turned on a bulb which provided a faint light which focused more on the table and the chairs at each end, rather than the whole room. The officer turned on another light which brightened up the whole place.

A quick glance around the place sent shivers down Henry's spine; he saw metals of different types, whips of different sizes, pressing iron of different kinds, electrocuting chairs and other items used in torturing criminals. His head began to ache at once. He didn't know if he would be able survive the treatment that would be melted out to him by the police, neither did he think he was strong enough to keep in information about Omotara after the police uses all the torture instruments on him. He hoped that she would have left for somewhere far before the police would torture him into confessing.

He fixed his eyes on the person whom he later found out to be officer Clem, officer Clem had an evil smile on his lips, he seemed content with the terrified look on Henry's face. He turned off the bright light again, the only reason he had turned it on at first was for Henry to be conscious of his environment and that he had achieved.

Two other officers walked in ,they were in uniforms. Officer Clem spoke in low tones to them and one of the younger officers walked out, Officer Clem and the other one proceeded towards Henry.

Officer Clem took his seat in front of the table, he folded his arms and rested his back, giving Henry a stern look.

'It's time to tell us the truth,' he finally began in low tones. 'We're the only ones who can help you, you've been a great help to the nation and we don't want to lose you. I'll personally ensure you're set free if you open up and give us all details about the rest of your assassin group.' He was still talking when the officer who had gone out returned, he walked towards Clem and whispered something to him.

'So the IG wants to do the interrogation by himself?' Clem had asked back in low tones and the younger officer nodded, that gave Henry an idea of their conversation.

Officer Clem rose up from the seat and began to pace the room slowly, making noise with his shoes. Soon the door opened and a voice ushered another person in.

'Here sir,' Henry couldn't see the face but he recognize the voice as Dakolo's.

The two new entrants proceeded straight towards the table, their face became clearer to Henry as they got closer.

Inspector General Rikau had an evil grin on his face as he stood before the table, then he slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket and sat on the chair Clem stood from.

'So you're the evil genius who has been working with the assassins and pretending to be with the Nigerian government,' Chief Rikau began. 'Well, there's no time to talk too much, all we want to know is where the rest of your gang is.' the man said and paused to get a reply.

Henry stared blankly without moving his lips, about five people's eyes were on him and he felt they were biting him. He wasn't part of the assassin gang and didn't know where they were, so he wasn't going to reply the question. As far as he was concerned, he didn't know Samantha Osman or her gang, who he knew was Omotara Danjuma, Jefa's sister.

'I see that you don't want to talk, do you think we're not aware that your memory is back?' Chief Rikau barked at him. 'It'll be good for you if you start talking to us now. Where are the other members of your gang?'

'I'm not in any gang, so I don't know what you're talking about.' Henry replied.

Chief Rikau began to laugh softly, then he increased the loudness. Before Henry knew it, a heavy blow that made him begin to see stars landed on his face. That was the beginning of his torture.

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**Two hours later**

Tarasha had kept her eyes glued to the laptop for the past three hours, she was expecting the police already, she believed they'll soon be able to force out the truth from Henry, that was even if he didn't tell them willingly.

She began to regret again not being able to kill Henry, now it would destroy a lot of her plans while Henry would likely be sentenced to death or a long term imprisonment if he was able to prove that he didn't work with her group. Killing him herself would have even been a better option, for him and for her as it would have prevented Henry's suffering.

Her eyes drifted away from the laptop's screen as her phone vibrated on the table. She picked it up and answered the call. 'Hello brother.'

'Tara, it's three hours now and you've not called me. There has been no news of bomb blast anywhere, do you want me to go back to your house or just remain in mine?' Jefa asked impatiently.

'I'm sorry for lying to you, there's no bomb anywhere. But there's a problem; Henry has just been arrested for his alleged connection with the assassin group...'

'What?' Jefa exclaimed loudly but in a soft tone.

'Yes, he was arrested this morning.' Tarasha reiterated. 'Now since he has been staying in that house with us, the police may come there soon, that's why I asked you to leave the place, I don't want them to harass you.'

'Hmm... So what are we going to do about Henry now?' Jefa asked, sounding less concerned about himself.

'Don't worry, just stay there. I'll come and get you soon.' she said to him.

'Okay.'

She heard a soft tap on the door immediately the call ended, she checked who was at the door before unlocking it with the control. 'You may come in,' she said.

Mr Sylvester opened the door and walked in recklessly, he looked tired and frustrated. He stopped midway and stared at Kimberly.

'Please, I need you to work on something very fast for me,' he said after heaving a sigh.

'And what could that be sir?' Kimberly asked, standing up from her seat.

'The police has been calling for two hours now, they've asked us to trace Henry's movement by all means. They say he's not cooperating with them and they need to know where his movement for the past few days.'

'But how can we do that sir? We won't be able to do it since the cameras didn't capture his face,' she replied.

'But you once mentioned optimizing the system to identity targets with their clothes,' he paused to see her reaction. She was without defence. ' Henry has been on the road since last night, if the cameras couldn't identify his face, it could identify the clothes he had on.'

'The probability of identifying him with his clothes is very low, light changes the colour of clothes too.' she replied, unwilling to take the task.

'Why are you talking like this? You don't feel like working today?'

'I don't understand what you mean sir,' she feigned ignorance.

'Have you forgotten that you already stated that one could identify targets if we know their clothes colour even in darkness?'

'I said so?' she asked, heaving a sigh of frustration. Mr Sylvester stared at her and shook his head in disbelief.

'Ermm... I don't know what the matter is with me today,' she said, trying to come up with an excuse. She held her forehead and winced in pain, 'I have a throbbing headache,' she said, picking up her phone and closing the laptop. 'Please, I have to take a break from work today. I'll be back tomorrow,' she said and picked up her bag.

Without waiting for the man to permit her, she walked out of her office, leaving him to stand there alone and dumbfounded.

*

Tarasha was still in the compound of the NSCC office and was just about entering into her car when her phone rang. The call was from an unknown caller, a landline number.

'Tara,' a weak voice called as she answered.

'Henry,' she shouted in surprise and closed back the door. 'I tried...'

'Shh...' Henry hushed her quickly, not wanting her to let out an information that would implicate her. 'I have very limited time to speak with you and this call is being recorded,' he said with a weak giggle, she knew he was trying to warn her. 'Please, I need you to come and meet me here, I'm at the maximum security prison,Kuje. I need you to arrange for my lawyer, please come quickly so I can tell you everything you need to know. Also tell my mother that I'm fine and I'll be coming to see her soon. I love you dear niece.'

Tarasha felt hot tears in her eyes as the call ended, Henry sounded desperate to protect her. He even had to go as far as pretending that she was his cousin


...to be continued

Within a couple of hours Jefa spent in his apartment, he was able to rearrange and clean up the place. it was during this process that he remembered his mother's diary and the picture in it, he tried to get it from where it was kept but then he remembered seeing it with his sister when she had come to get it at the hospital. He thought it was time to know more about those who sent his family packing from Lagos to Borno, he decided he was going to ask Tara about it when he saw her.

A soft knock on the door startled Jefa who had dozed off on the sofa, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his palm and got up immediately. The knock came again.

'Who's that?' he asked, the only person he was expecting was Omotara but he still needed to be sure it was her and not any of his neighbours who would like to check if it was an intruder that entered into the house.

'It's me, Omotara.' the reply came.

'Okay, hold on.' Jefa walked to the door and opened it. Tarasha walked in quietly and stood by the left side of the door.

Jefa closed the door and turned back, 'I thought you were not going to come,' he said, staring into her eyes.

'Of course, you know I would come. What reason do you have doubt my words?'

Jefa sighed, 'truly, I have no reason. I'm sorry,' he said and proceeded to sit on one of the sofas.

'You can go home now, it's safe.' she said. 'I'll be joining you later.'

'Safe? Are you sure?'

'Yes, I am. I'll come and meet you later at home.' she said and moved closer to him with a white nylon bag in her hands. 'I bought you lunch on the way.'

'Hmm... Thanks,' Jefa said peeping into the nylon as he collected it from her.

'You're welcome,' she replied.

'Today, I thought Henry would be coming back home, I was planning to make dinner for all of us, a special treat.

'Well, you can still go ahead and make dinner,' Tarasha urged. 'Henry would be fine.'

'How would he be fine in the prison?' Jefa asked in a pained tone. 'I know what it is like to be a prisoner, so he must be as suffering greatly.'

'Well, I'm going to see him now and I'll make sure he's granted bail, I'll be coming home with him hopefully.' she said.

'Are you sure?' Jefa asked with his face brightened up a bit..

'Once everything works out well,' she said. 'So please go ahead and make your special treat for us tonight. Okay?'

'Okay.'

Tarasha smiled and then turned, 'I have to go now.'

''Ermm, I need something from you.'

'What's that?' he turned back, thinking he wanted to request for money.

'That diary you took from this table, I need to use it today.'

'Oh! She widened her eyes.' It's okay, you'll find it in between under your mattress, I've always kept it there for you.' she said with a smile.

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'Hmm...' Chief Rikau had his chin in his hands as he stared at the pictures shown to him on the screen by Rex. 'I know him, he must be the one behind Samantha.' he added.

Don and Stainless continued to stare at the pictures without talking, even though they knew they got the wrong person but whoever the wrong person was; he was still their enemy since he lived in the same house as Tarasha. They had seen him come out from the gate and had taken several pictures of him.

'What do we do with him?' Rex asked Chief Rikau.

'I don't know yet, I'll call the Vice President and we'll decide together.' Chief Rikau said as he got up from the seat and took out his phone. He walked out of the room and entered into another room where he was alone.

'Hello Sir,' Rikau spoke into the phone after his call was answered.

'Chief Rikau,' the Vice President replied from the other end in a gruff voice.

'We've found out the person supporting Samantha Osman,' he said.

'Who is the person?' Chief Elvis replied excitedly.

'Danjuma Jeffrey, the son of Late Doctors Danjuma and Lydia.'

'Oh!' Chief Elvis exclaimed. 'I thought you guys finished the whole family,' he added in a tensed tone.

'No, we only took the parents out that day and a little boy. The initial plan was for us to only take drop the parents.'

'True, I remember! But which of the kids is now grown up enough to have the boldness to come for all of us?'

'It's their first son, he was one of those that were taken in for training into the then Haram group, he graduated and did his first two mission but only for him to come one day ,I think after he listened to some dumb preaching and tell us that all we've been saying are lies, that he was no more interested.'

'Hmm, so you guys caused this problem.'

'No, we caused it together.' Rikau argued. 'You financed us then.'

'I never believed in your course, we only used you for political reasons.'

Rikau paused, it was hard to swallow the bitter truth, Chief Elvis had hit him hard with it.

'But you still owe me your life,' Chief Elvis continued after sensing that Rikau was hurt by his last words. 'If I didn't intervene, you won't be alive today. You would have been sentenced to death.'

'No, you didn't do it for me, you did it for yourself.'

'Shut up and don't argue with me, I did it for you. I was in authority then and I could have killed you silently in prison but I chose not to, but I decided to reward you for your faithfulness to us.'

Chief Rikau was quiet.

'I think we should have just wiped out the whole family that day, you know that was the main reason I called off the officers securing the town, their family was the main target of the day, we just gave you the opportunity to also use it for your course.'

'No Chief, I agree it was also an opportunity for us that day but if we had attacked that family alone, it would have raised suspicions...'

'But how come he's still alive?' Chief Elvis cut in.

'He was one of the guys we set up for the soldiers to arrest, I think he was granted pardon after some years.'

'And how did he know about all the Chiefs who sponsored you?'

'He's the eldest son and he could have known that his parents were running from you guys?'

'Hmm... We have to do something quick about him and make sure he knows why we do it, make sure he dies a painful death. I don't want to return and find him alive.'

**15 minutes later**

'I want to go with you guys,' Chief Rikau said to his assassins.

'You may not need to, we could bring him here.' Rex said.

'I want to go and kill him in his house with my hands,' he insisted.

'If you insist,' Rex said, putting on his hood to cover his face. 'Do you want to come in with a covered face?'

'No, I have a message for him, he has to see my face.'

'Okay, we will deactivate all the cameras outside before you come in,' Rex added. 'But the cameras in will still be on, because they are made with high security. We'll take out everyone we find in there.'

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**Forty five minutes later**

The officers led Henry out of the cell, he had handcuffs in his hands and legs. His face was swollen and badly bruised, his white singlet had turned to a cloth of three different colours; brown, black and bloody red.

'That's her, your niece Tara.' the officer said, pointing at the lady where she was seated. Henry could not see well with his eyes from afar, he felt tipsy as he tried to look. The officer motioned him forward and they got to the table were she was seated. There were several other tables in the same place with prisoners and their visitors.

'You have only six minutes,' the officer said and left them alone.

For the first few seconds, Henry refused to sit, he kept staring at the face. This wasn't Tara, it was an impostor, so he thought until she spoke.

'Please Henry, sit ' she said to him in a teary voice.

Henry was baffled, this was her voice he heard but it was a different face.

'Sit down, my face is disguised.' she said and wiped the tears in her eyes with an handkerchief, careful not to clean the makeup.

Henry then took his seat and continued to stare into her eyes. It was the same eyeballs as Tara, he was now convinced it was her.

'I want to get you out of here,' Tara continued in low tones. 'You have to cooperate with me.'

'No, I don't want to get out of here.'he replied confidently.

She stared at him in shock and disbelief, how could he say he didn't want to leave the place with his body battered and his face deformed, almost unrecognizable again.

'What are you saying?' she asked in a shocked tone. 'I could help you get out by tomorrow and leave to another country.'

'No, I don't want to get out of here, it won't stop the police from coming after you. I want you to get out of here and go to somewhere far with your brother.'

'What do you mean?' she asked, baffled, she couldn't understand his kind of mentality.

'I'm already labeled a criminal, it's of no use for me to escape. But I want you to leave before the police tortures me enough to get out information about you.'

'I don't understand you.'

Henry stretched his hand on the table and held her palms, he squeezed it and felt the warmth. 'You need to leave this country with your brother, leave to a place you can start a new life of positive impact, where you can live your real life, that's all I want now, I don't need my freedom.'

'But I can't leave you suffering here,' she argued.

'You have to,' Henry insisted. 'You have a bright future and for that bright future to come, there has to be a sacrifice.'

'You don't have to make the sacrifice, I did all I did myself and I have to take responsibility for my actions.'

'No Tara, I can't let you do that. It's going to bring an end to what I see that you can become, you have the qualities in you to make the world better, and that is where you'll find your real happiness. I don't want freedom in expense of your happiness, I'll be free in my heart once I see that you're doing good.'

'No, Henry,' Tara shook her head in tears. 'I can't let you do this.'

'Please let me do it,' Henry said, using his hand to turn her face back to himself.

'No, I can't.'

'Yes, you can. Look at me Tara,' he held her face with his two hands. 'I don't have any other life to live if I get out of this place, my joy is to see you happy and alive.'

'No, I need you to get out of here.' Tara said stubbornly with tears now dropping from her eyes.

'You don't need me Tara, you need to be happy and I've told you what to do already.'

'I need you Henry, I can't be happy without you.' the words dropped off her mouth like a bomb of so much impact, both to her and Henry. 'You've showed me how to be happy and I want to do it with you.'

Henry stared at her face in silence for some seconds, how he wished she had said that a long time ago, maybe a solution would have been found and things wouldn't have deteriorated to this level. Maybe they could have left the city and go to somewhere else where they could be happy together but things had gone worse already, he had to make this sacrifice for her to continue living happily.

'The people of the world are cruel and they've made me like they are,' she continued. 'If I want to be happy and live a life of impact like you've taught me, then I have to live it with you, I have to learn by watching you live it.'

Tears flowed down from the eyes of the both of them, their foreheads touched each other's with Henry both hands on her ears.

Tara moved her head backwards a little but Henry's hands was still on her ears. 'Please, let me help you leave here and we can go somewhere else afterwards.'

Both of them spotted the officer who had brought Henry coming back with another officer, they knew the time he had given them was up.

'It's too late Tara, it's late; I don't want both of us to be hunted for life, we won't still be happy that way. I've taught you all you need to know about a happy life already, you have to live it without me and You CAN'

'No Henry,' Tarasha said with tears rushing down her face.

'Time's up, please get up!' The officer pulled Henry away from Tara.

'Please do what I've said,' Henry pleaded as the officer pulled him up.

'No Henry, No,' she screamed in tears and watched Henry as he was being dragged away.

'Please, do what I said.' she could hear Henry's voice echo in her head as they dragged him out of sight.

*

**About an Hour later**

Tarasha was still in tears as she drove back home, the tears had almost washed away the makeup on her face but she was still well disguised with it. She continued to ponder on all Henry had said. She wished that he would agree for her to help him get out of the place but he had refused and said that the only way he could be happy was if she did what he suggested; and that was she and Jefa leaving the city to go and live somewhere else happily.

The thought was too much for her to bear, she pulled over to the side of the road and broke out in tears. After a minute of crying, she cleaned her face and picked up her phone. Then she dialed Cole's number.


'Hello Boss,' Cole's voice sounded eager. He had been on a long break and was already expecting the boss' call.

'Hello Cole, how are you doing and how is Aisha?'

Cole's reply was delayed for some seconds, he was surprised at his boss' tone. 'What's the matter boss?' he asked instead of replying her greeting.

'Cole, I'll send twenty million naira each to you and Aisha's account after I'm done with this call, I'm paying you off, I won't be assassinating again, so I don't need your services anymore. I advice that you live a good life with the money and stay away from killing people.'

'Boss...' Cole had lost his voice, he couldn't believe what he just heard.

'Goodbye Cole,' she said and ended the call. She closed her eyes for a second and took in some air, she opened them back and started her car engine. It was time to go and meet her brother, get him to leave the country with her and live that fulfilling life that Henry had taught her and sacrificed himself for.


She had just driven further for only five minutes and was few metres close to the house. She met with two cars approaching from the return lane, she recognized the driver of the first car, it was Don Daniel, Cole's former boss. She was staring at him but he couldn't recognize her because of the disguise. Then she saw in the second car, seated at the back seat, the man who defiled her at eight, Inspector General Rikau.

Fear gripped her heart, the worse came to her mind, she could only think about Jeffrey. She increased her speed and got to the house in three minutes. In a matter of seconds, she had parked her car and was rushing into the house.

There was nothing suspicious around, the door was firmly locked. She took out her key and entered into the house quietly. Then she saw in the living room, something that would change her life forever. Jefa.

Jefa was lying in his pool of blood, two bullets hole were in his forehead and chest.

That was it, the only reason she could live a happy life gone. Her whole body vibrated as she knelt beside the dead body, the diary was on the floor stained with a drop of blood.

She saw a note written with her brother's blood as the ink. It read, 'The Danjuma's family must all be wiped out, we are coming for you, Omotara.'

She tried to hold in herself but it was impossible, she let out a scream that reverberated throughout the whole city.




'Cole, start preparing Aisha's heart. The killing is just about to begin, I'll pay you triple of what you earn already.' Tara said into the phone.





END OF SEASON ONE

Join us here for Season 2
https://www.nairaland.com/3410304/tarasha-2-return-revenge

Despirado121:

To make it easy, jst follow dis link to read d other parts (9&10) www.youngicee.com/search/label/Tarasha?m=1 . No need to quarel ma'am. Have a lovely weekend

thank u sir

Oyinprince:
Oops, I'll send Inseparable to everyone asking for it this week too

Oga abeg, i just wanna remind u of d inseperable u promised nio

Despirado121:

Oga abeg, i just wanna remind u of d inseperable u promised nio

Sent now.
Please anyone I promised to send it to and have not gotten yet should mail me Oyinprince@gmail.com

I think it'll be easier that way

I've sent the PDF copy to your emails. If you didn't get it, mail me Oyinprince@gmail.com

wow, oyinprince u are the best after me lol

Oyinprince:
Sent now.
Please anyone I promised to send it to and have not gotten yet should mail me Oyinprince@gmail.com

I think it'll be easier that way

Tnx bro.! i've seen it

Oyinprince, I encountered your movie (I prefer to call it like that) just late last week. I decided not to comment until I finish seeing it, of which I did, some minutes ago. Sincerely speaking, you really, are good. You are a legend, I must say.

You got me having several emotions and facial expressions throughout this thriller. I smiled, laughed, frowned, cursed, hoped, wondered, etc. Sometimes, my mouth was just agape.
And other times, you literally got my heart racing...
This is epic, really.
And an extraordinary accomplishment.
I tip my hat to you sir.

EmpresFIDEL:
wow, oyinprince u are the best after me lol

LoveSpirit:
Oyinprince, I encountered your movie (I prefer to call it like that) just late last week. I decided not to comment until I finish seeing it, of which I did, some minutes ago. Sincerely speaking, you really, are good. You are a legend, I must say.

You got me having several emotions and facial expressions throughout this thriller. I smiled, laughed, frowned, cursed, hoped, wondered, etc. Sometimes, my mouth was just agape.
And other times, you literally got my heart racing...
This is epic, really.
And an extraordinary accomplishment.
I tip my hat to you sir.

Thanks Sir! I appreciate your wonderful comment, hope you're following season 2 already?

Am speechless
Words cant describe how much i love this story
You are da bomb
Kudos to you man

Just splendid, #welldoneSir Oyinprince

BerryBabyB:
Am speechless
Words cant describe how much i love this story
You are da bomb
Kudos to you man

Thanks for reading, hope you're following season 2 also

Ikigia:
Just splendid, #welldoneSir Oyinprince

Thanks

Oyinprince Bro.....bro you'd make those Hollywood actors sweat, say you wanted to turn this into a movie.

Saying you're good would be disrespect. You are you, you are there, you are doing it.

Call me anytime you come up with something.
Whatever you pray to, trust me its doing a great job.

jagugu88li:
Oyinprince Bro.....bro you'd make those Hollywood actors sweat, say you wanted to turn this into a movie.

Saying you're good would be disrespect. You are you, you are there, you are doing it.

Call me anytime you come up with something.
Whatever you pray to, trust me its doing a great job.

Thank you mam I appreciate your kind words.

Hope you're following season 2 already?

Oyinprince:
Thank you mam I appreciate your kind words.

Hope you're following season 2 already?

Yeah I saw season 2. Actually, its that season 2 I was initially invited to read, but i decided to start from scratch. Will start this Friday and even if I don't catch up with you guys, I'll read till the end.

Have a great one.

Mehn this an interesting story.... Baba i comot cap for you..... Keep it up God bless

Wow what a piece