dimssy:
Anytime I don't get updates here....I go back to bloodline.....everything is a hit manh...i feel you bro

do4luv14:



bloodlines, gimme the link

samueldo4life:
Oyinprice baba , that site is down oh. Good work bro

dimssy:


https://www.nairaland.com/2268155/bloodline.......part-one-family.

Here you go

do4luv14:



bro link to part two pls

Oyinprince:
It's working except you're browsing with Glo Network

genius43:

It works with Glo network if u use glosecure as ur apn but for you to load it on gloflat you have to use Uc mini. My observation so far

samueldo4life:
Ok let me try something else

Oyinprince:
Ngozika Estate, Awka.

'I asked you a question young lady, how did you get in?' the doctor asked boldly again.

Tarasha calmly pulled out the dining chair close to her and sat on it. She took out her gun and placed it on the table, to remind him that she still had it with him. She then brought out a phone and a small device which looked like a switch from her trousers' pocket. She unlocked it and placed it on the table, she pushed it gently and it slid to the man's side.

'Watch the video on that phone,' she said. The man stared at her thinly for some seconds before picking up the phone. A confused expression appeared on his face as he looked at the screen, he clicked on play.

'I know your recognize that car,' she said, fully aware that the man was now watching the video. 'I hope you also recognize that apparatus you see there,' she placed her elbows on the table and leaned forward. 'That's an explosive. Your first son and your ex wife are in that car now, the bomb will go off once I push this button.' she placed her finger on the switch.

The phone dropped from the man's hand. He was now vibrating. He wasn't afraid of death, but he was terribly scared of losing his first son and ex-wife.

'Young lady, what do you want?' he asked with more reverence now.

'I came for you, not to kill you but to take you take you with me, I need to discuss with you but we can't do it here. My car is outside your gate and I would like you to follow me quietly.'

The man stared at her carefully for some seconds like was going to object. Then he got up to his feet slowly. 'Take me but we have to take out that bomb from their way.'

'That'll be done after you comply, so lead the way,' Tarasha got up and ushered him forward with her gun.



They walked out of the house side by side in silence. Tarasha had the switch in her hand and a finger on the button to constantly remind her not to make any funny move.

The man kept on wondering who she was as they walked out of the house. He wondered how she got into the house without the security men's knowledge and how she was able to place the bomb into his son's car, under the seat and even film it. But he had hopes that the two security men at the gate would come to his rescue and he wouldn't have to go out with her.

'Are you going out sir?' a maid asked the man as they climbed down the verandah. He ignored her and kept on walking, taking a glance at Tarasha. Tarasha didn't seem to be disturbed, she was relaxed, just like somebody taking a stroll with her friend.

The maid stared at them for a while, especially at the strange lady which she had not seen before. Then she walked off hurriedly, probably to gossip about the stranger and the man's strange behavior to the other maids.

Dr Ekwueme was disappointed on getting to the gate. He continued to stare at the Security room in expectation.

'You're wasting time, go out.' Tarasha said to him impatiently as she opened the gate with a hand for him. He stepped out and she stepped out after him.

'Over there, walk faster.' Tarasha now pointed her gun at his back. 'Your security men can't save you, j took care of them after your son and his mother left. They'll be sleeping for the next two hours.'

They got to the place her car was and she opened the door for him to get in. He kept staring at the hand in which she held the switch even as he stepped into the car. She closed the door and turned to the driver's side.

She put her gun on her left knee, the switch still in her right hand, she took out her phone again and passed it to him.

'I want you to exit the video and check the next video , I think you'll like to know that I met your beautiful daughter today and she's in my care right now.

The man stared at her with unbelieving eyes. He was sure she didn't know what she was saying. His daughter had come to see him that morning, few hours before her elder brother, Martin Jnr arrived and she had told him she going back home to meet her mother. He exited the video and opened the next. He was shocked at what he saw. His last born was in a room alone, sweating furiously and her whole body tied to a chair. Her mouth was covered with a band but her eyes were left open.

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4:15pm

Crescent Moon Hotel

The man looked around as they drove into the hotel compound. He wondered what she had brought him there for. She had been quiet all through the drive. The bomb switch was now placed on the dashboard of the car and her gun hidden in her pocket.

His phone began to ring as he turned off the car engine after parking properly in the garage. She placed her gaze on him and he stared back at her shakily. He didn't want her to know he had a phone with him.

'Who's the caller?' she asked.

He took out the phone with trembling hands and checked the screen, his first son was the one calling.

'Answer and place it on loud speaker,' she said on confirming the name of the caller.

He obeyed. Martin jnr voice came through, he sounded worried.

'Dad, where are you?'

The doctor stared at her face, as if to ask for what to say.

'Tell him you're with your friend,' she whispered.

'I'm with a friend,' he said into the phone.

'With a friend? The maids said you went out a girl they've never seen before.'

'Tell him not to worry, you'll be back home soon.'

'Don't worry son, I'll be home soon.'

'But Dad, we agreed that I was going to drive you to Nnewi when I return.'

'I know son, I'll be back soon, just go and take your rest.'

'Dad, you're acting strange, hope all is well?'

There was no reply.

'Have you seen Tracy? Mum said she's has not returned since she came to see you this morning and she's not been answering her calls.' Martin jnr asked.

The man looked at her face again for what answer to give. Tracy was the girl Tarasha had tied up in a room.

'She's at the first room at the upper floor of the house.'

The man stared at her for a while with a shocked expression on his face. Now he was beginning to fear her greatly and knew she was more than the innocent girl he thought she was when he saw her at the hospital.

'Dad, are you there?' Martin jnr asked when he didn't get a reply.

'Yes son, Tracy is in the first room at the upper floor of your mum's house.'

'Huh? Dad? What do you mean? She can't be at home and be silent while we've been looking about for her.'

'Just tell your mother to check her there, I don't know how she got there but I know she is there.'

'Dad,' he called and paused for a few seconds. 'What's happening? Where exactly are you?'

'I'll explain later son,' the man said and ended the call immediately. He closed his eyes, there were tears in it.

Tarasha's phone began to ring just as the man ended the call. She took out her phone and answered the call.

'Hello boss,' Cole's voice came through. 'I paid for the house already.'

'What kind of house is it?'

'A three bedroom flat, well furnished and by the road side in Udoka Estate.'

'How far is the place from my present location?'

'Not far, they're on different sides of an expressway. I'll send you the coordinates and the address of the house. When should I tell the Agent you're moving in?'

'Right away, I'm leaving the hotel this minute.'

'Okay, you'll get the message soon.'

The call ended and Tarasha placed the phone beside the hand brake. She stared at the hotel building for a minute, trying to figure out if she would need anything from the room. There was a small piece of paper she had written some codes on she might need, she had put it in the pocket of the trouser she hung in the bathroom. She decided to come back for the paper later that night, taking the man to the house was safer than the hotel room even though she planned on injecting him to make him lose his speech and senses temporarily before entering the hotel.

She had booked the hotel room for two weeks and was still going to keep it in case the need for it arises before she completes her mission in the state.

Dr Ekwueme's phone was ringing again but he refused to pick it. He had his eyes closed and his head against the headrest of the seat. Tarasha picked his phone and silenced it, she turned it off and tossed it to the backseat.

'Do you know the way to Udoka Estate?'

The man opened his eyes and nodded affirmatively.

Tarasha started the engine again and drove out of the garage. A cab drove in by her side as she approached the gate.

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Dave's attention moved from the security men at the gate who were communicating to the driver of the cab to the black Chevrolet Camaro he could see driving towards them from the compound. He kept on admiring the car as it came closer. The security guards gave the driver of the cab a pass and he drove on.

Dave's eyes came in contact with the driver of the Chevrolet as the cars met, both on slow speed. Her eyes met with his too but she didn't give him much attention while Dave attraction to the car totally disappeared and moved to the driver. He had never seen a lady with a low cut hair so beautiful.

The motion of the cars didn't give him the opportunity to admire her beauty like he have would love to. He felt an urge to stop the cab and go after the lady in the Chevrolet but he resisted it easily. It was going to be the most stupid thing to do; he had a huge work facing him and it would be unwise to distract himself with a beautiful lady. And he also saw the elderly man beside her, he was sure it was her father, so even if he didn't have any huge work ahead, it would be foolish of him to go after a lady with her father in a car.

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15 minutes later

The Security Control Room of Crescent Moon Hotel.

'What can I for you sir?' the bald headed stout security head asked his guest as he sat in his seat. Dave was seated behind the table in the visitor's chair.

'I'm Agent David James from the State Security Service Abuja Headquarters,' Dave said, showing his ID card to the man.

'But they told me my guest was a journalist.'

'Yes, I can't tell who I am to everybody.'

'Okay, I understand. So how may I help you?'

'I'm here on the trail of a suspect, I traced her here using her credit cards and I need your help to move around this place without disturbance.'

'Hmm... Well, I have to verify your claims first before I see how I can help you. So how do I know you are real?'

'I showed you my ID card already.'

'Yeah, I can see the seal which shows authenticity but I need to know if you're authorized to be here.'

Dave took out a neatly folded paper from his pocket, 'Here's my permit, signed by the Chairman himself.'



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Oyinprince:
Chapter 6 Part 8

David watched keenly from under the stairs as Stephanie was motioned into the back seat of the white convertible. The girl stopped at the entrance of the car and placed her two hands at the top, she looked around her environment as if she was expecting someone or something to show up. Dave could see her shrug before entering the car. She didn't look happy leaving the hospital neither did she look happy to be well, she looked as if she was being forced and carried away against her will.

An elderly woman entered the back seat of the car through the other door. Dave guessed it was Stephanie's mum. Two young ladies and a guy stood outside the car waving gently to Stephanie and her mum as the car began to move immediately they had settled in, the driver had already kicked on the engine while they entered the car. The car was reversed out of the covered car park it was and turned towards the gate. The wavers watched as the car reached the gate and was allowed to drive out of the hospital compound shortly after being checked by the security.

A man joined Stephanie's friend who watched the car leave. Dave could recognize him even with the back view. It was Inspector Mac. The Inspector spoke some few words to the students and patted the male gently on the shoulder before leaving them to his own car.





'Baby, are you sure you're alright?' the elderly woman seated beside Stephanie at the backseat asked with deep concern shown in her voice.

'I'm fine,' Stephanie replied briefly and faked a smile.

'Come on, don't tell me that. You've been moody since I arrived at the hospital,' her mother pushed further.

'It's nothing mum,' Stephanie insisted. She couldn't tell her mum that she was still waiting to meet someone at the hospital.

'Come on, are you still feeling pains somewhere?' she asked, placing her right hand on Stephanie's left shoulder. Stephanie nodded No to her question. 'Then tell me what's wrong. Or ain't you happy that I'm here for you?'

'Aww! Why won't I be happy?' Stephanie seemed surprised at her question. 'I'm sure happy that I have you here with me.'

'I'm sorry Steph. I know I should have come earlier but I couldn't. I didn't hear of the kidnap at all until you were at the hospital.'

'It's okay mum,' Stephanie interrupted. She took her mum's palms in hers. ' I understand your kind of job perfectly well and I'm not mad at you for showing up at this time.'

'Are you sure honey?' the woman asked, lifting a hand to Stephanie's face, she stroked her cheek gently. 'Are you happy?'

'Yes mum,' Stephanie said and grabbed her mum's hand which was on her cheek.

'But you don't look it,' the mum frowned.

'I'm fine mum,' Stephanie said softly, stressing each word. 'It's just that I'm not too happy about loosing my memory,' she finally found a lie to tell her mum.

'That?' the mum sounded surprised. 'But it's just memory loss of events of the past fourteen days, I think you should be glad you didn't have total memory loss.'

'I'm glad about that mum,' she said, folding her lips in. 'It still feels awkward anyway.'

'What is awkward about it?'

'You know,' she stared blankly at the ground of the moving vehicle. 'Just imagine all those things they said happened to me. My meeting with Samantha Osman and my experience with the kidnappers. I can't even remember anything about those experiences, I can't be of help to the police in solving the case.'

'Come on, I don't think you should be bothered about that. The most important thing is that you are safe and sound. My baby is healthy. The police can do whatever they like to solve the case.' she said and drew her daughter closer into a warm embrace. She allowed Stephanie's jaw rest on her shoulder and she rubbed the girl's back gently with her hand.
Joshmedia: Nice write up
Madam Henrietta, Stephanie's foster mom was a soft and kind hearted woman. Although being involved in an illegal occupation which was a secret to everyone including Stephanie, she still maintained a good heart somehow. It was during one of her night out on the job she had gotten Stephanie and since then taken responsibility for the girl like her own child. No one except for Stephanie and two of her close friends knew she didn't give birth to Stephanie.

Stephanie was a complete opposite of Madam Henrietta in terms of dressing and fashion and even socialization. Madam Henrietta liked to don expensive and flashy clothes while Stephanie preferred to keep it simple. There was no day Madam Henrietta was found without make ups and flashy accessories. She always used the latest shoes, necklaces and bags, one would think she owned a fashion outfit even though establishing one in the future was one of her plans.

'I think I'll just have to take the Inspector's advice,' Madam Henrietta said as they released each other from the embrace. 'You'll have to move with me to the States.'

'No mom, I can't do that.' Stephanie refused outrightly. 'I'm almost done with my studies here, I should just be patient enough to finish up.'

'No Steph, you have to move with me.' madam Henrietta insisted. 'That has always been my plan for you after your secondary school education but you insisted on staying here. I'm still wondering how you made that decision and why I allowed you.'

'Mum, let's just leave it the way it is. I just have to finish up and go for the national youth service. Then I can consider joining you there,' Stephanie said.

'You're still going to have to consider it again?' Madam Henrietta stared at her in surprise. Her mouth agape and eyes widened.

'Mum, you are not planning to stay forever in the States, are you?'

'No, I'll be returning to Nigeria soon but I'm talking about you. I'm talking about your safety,' she said and took in a deep breath, showing her deep state of worry.

'I'm safe mom, the kidnappers and their accomplice have been arrested by the police.' Stephanie said.

'They been arrested, but is that all of them? You and I know that the cult is larger than just those few boys the police have behind bars and who says you don't even have more people plotting against you among your friends, who says you don't have more enemies in that your group, SWAD?'

'Mum, come on!' Stephanie exclaimed, giving her a reprimanding look. 'Why are you so negative about this?'

'I'm not being negative, I'm just being cautious.'

'Mom, don't worry. I'll be fine.'

'Stephanie,' madam Henrietta called, shaking her head with a worried expression on her face. She didn't look like one who was going to easily give up on the matter. 'Do you know what you've gotten yourself into already?'

Stephanie was silent.

'Did you hear what the police said about your encounter with Samantha Osman and the possiblity of her coming back to look for you?'

At that moment, Stephanie felt like telling her that she still had her memory intact and had not forgotten anything. She wanted to tell her that she didn't think Samantha Osman was as bad as the police and media painted her and that she was looking forward to her return but she remained quiet and just recited Dave's words of warning in her mind.

'Baby, I think you just have to go with me. You'll be safe in the United States.'

'Is there anyone who says that Samantha Osman can't come to the United States?'

'You know that is unlikely, Nigeria has been her place of focus.'

'Mum...' Stephanie paused. There was a little jerk as the driver took a sharp turn into the opposite carriageway. 'I just love staying in this country. I feel like I have a lot to do here.'

'No Steph, you've always wanted to school in the United States. You always made this desire clear when you were in Secondary School. You only changed when it was time for the final exams.'

'That was because I fell in love with the country.'

'No, shut up Steph!' Madam Henrietta slammed angrily. 'You didn't fall in love with any country. It was because I told you the truth and I allowed you see that...' She stopped abruptly with angry hisses.

'Why don't you go on?' Stephanie said in a teary voice. Her eyes were suddenly filled with tears. 'Go on, call her whatever you like.'

Madam Henrietta, still fidgeting in anger turned her face forward. Her anger seemed to drop the same way it rose.

Stephanie knew who Madam Henrietta was about to blame, her real mum. She had been told about her maternity in her final year at the secondary school and allowed to meet her mother but she was made to understand that the mother had no charge over her though they could see each other if they wanted. Truth be told, the knowledge of her real maternity was the major reason Stephanie had changed her mind about schooling in the United States.

'Everything just changed since I told you the truth,' madam Henrietta continued stubbornly, her hands still vibrating as she gestured and her face squeezed angrily.

'Just leave her out of this,' Stephanie said, trying to wipe off the rain of tears that had rolled down her face. 'We're talking about me, it's not that she said anything about staying to me anyway.'

'Then why are you bent on staying here?'

'I just love to.'

'Suit yourself then, if that's what I get for all these years.' madam Henrietta looked away from her and stared out through the window by her side.





Dave finally got close enough to them after almost an hour of trailing behind them. He was just a car behind and the occupants of the car were to busy with their discussion to notice a car was following.


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'Are you done restoring my account?' a voice sounded from behind. It sounded like Tara's voice but the gruffness with which it sounded was strange to Henry.

'Tara,' he called softly as he turned back, instead of answering her question. 'The deactivation wasn't from here.'

'Then where was it from?' she sounded cold. Her slow footsteps could be heard loud in the silent evening.

'I don't know but I'm sure it's from an external server,' he replied.

'What external server?' she asked as she stopped behind him.

'I've not located it yet and I can't do that here, it can only be done at the NSCC office.'

She stared at him with a mean look, shaking her head in pity for him as she imagined punishing him like she would have done if it was someone else. She stepped away from the back of his chair and sat on the seat to the main control system. She took about twenty five minutes to confirm what he said about visiting the NSCC Headquarters to rectify the problem. 'It was deactivated from an external server? I don't believe that, someone could have changed the address of any server' she said after confirming it as true. 'But we have to reactivate it anyway, using your own account will be dangerous for me. I'm sure it's unprotected.'

Henry kept his gaze on her face and allowed her words sink deeply one after the other.

She got up from the seat slowly while the system was shutting down. 'I think you'll be the best to visit the NSCC office and rectify the problem.'

'How do you expect me to do that?' Henry flashed a quick look at her, with a shock expression on his face.

'I expect you use your thinking faculty to get in,' she said, confidently taking in a short breath. 'You'll go there first thing tomorrow morning and I advise you to play no games, you'll be signing your death warrant that way.'

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Stephanie needed not to ask Madam Henrietta why she had chosen for them to pass the night at an hotel when she had a duplex in the city. Madam Henrietta had mentioned before they left the hospital that she didn't want any of her friends or family to know about her arrival into the country.

The hotel room was large with a large bed in it, specially designed for two. If not because a preorder had been made, Madam Henrietta would have requested for separate rooms for the both of them since they weren't really on the same position about the situation. Both hadn't mentioned a word after Madam Henrietta's last in the car. They had carried the same ill and tensed atmosphere into the room with them.




'You can take out your card,' the receptionist said to the guest at the hotel reception.

Dave removed his debit card from the point of sale terminal machine and dipped it into his pocket. His phone vibrated in his the pocket at the left side of his trouser. He didn't bother to check it, he knew it was the bank alert for the transaction he just made. He hissed as he thought about the money that was just deducted, that was fifty two thousand naira lost from his own personal account for a room he was very sure he had no need for. He could have requested for a receipt to provide as evidence so as to get a refund of money from the National Intelligence Service but he was sure he wasn't going to spend the night there. He only hoped that he would find a way to get into the room Stephanie and her mum had taken. He had overheard madam Henrietta repeat the room number after the receptionist had assigned them.

'Room 45,' the receptionist said to him with a kind smile, handing him the access card to the room.

A young man dressed in the hotel attendant's uniform appeared beside Dave. 'Good evening sir,' he greeted Dave with a kind smile as he took the bag Dave was carrying.

'Room 45,' the receptionist repeated to the young man.

Dave observed the young man's body as he followed the lead. The man was about the same age or older than him, a little bit fatter than he was but Dave was sure he could still manage the man's uniform if he were to snatch it. The only problem was the man's height, it was way below average. Dave began to compare the dark blue jean trouser he was putting on to the black coloured trouser the man had on. His dark blue could still been mistaken for black if anyone does not placed a keen stare on it. He decided he was going to make use of the man's shirt when they got to his room.

'Do you have up to a hundred rooms in this hotel?' Dave tried to strike a conversation with his helper after leveling up with him.

'Yes, we should have about a hundred.' the man replied with a welcoming smile.

'So where are numbers 100 above located?' Dave asked as they both entered a lift.

'They should be from the seventh floor above,' the man replied, greeting with a casual nod a young woman that entered into the lift with them.

'What about 40 below?'

'We have thirty five to fifty on the same floor we are headed for, the rest are on the lower floors.'

'Oh! I see, I really do hope I enjoy your services tonight.' Dave said with a smile. He had gotten the information he needed, Stephanie and her mum had been assigned room 37.

'You sure would,' the man replied with a kinder smile.



Twenty minutes later

Stephanie sat at the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall and lost in thoughts. Madam Henrietta had gone to use the bathroom after making several calls to different people, including the police officers and the doctor.

Stephanie did not want to hurt madam Henrietta after all the woman had done for her. She appreciated the woman's kindness and honesty to her. Some other woman could have lied that her real mother was dead so as to move her mind completely off it but madam Henrietta was different, she didn't only tell her about her mum but also allowed them meet. Madam Henrietta therefore did not deserve to get hurt by her. But even with everything, Stephanie couldn't think of leaving Nigeria yet, especially not at this time when she thought her real mother needed her.

On the first day she had met her mother, there was really no connection between them. She had wished on that day there she didn't even knew a real mother existed somewhere. Before they met, she had it in mind to accuse the woman who claimed to give birth to her of abandoning her for several years and not even making an attempt to reach out to her. But as it happened, she couldn't when they met. They only stared at each other for few minutes without saying anything to themselves. Only after the third time of meeting, did they began to speak to each other. Since then, they had met only three more times in three years. The last meeting had been a memorable one for Stephanie. Her mother had spoken for so long with her, telling her of so many things of the past and also giving her counsel on how to thread carefully in life.


A knock sounded on the door of the hotel room and it distracted Stephanie from her thoughts. She stared towards the direction of the bathroom wondering if her mum, Madam Henrietta had called for anything.

'Come in,' Steph said. She crossed her legs and stared at the door inquisitively.

A uniformed man with a face cap walked in and closed the door. He bowed to greet at the entrance where he stood. 'Room service, you called for us?' he said without lifting his head.

Stephanie felt like laughing as the man looked awkward to her in his oversized shirt which was tucked into a skinny trouser. The expression on her face turned into surprise when the man raised his head up and took off the cap.

'Stephanie, are you alone?'

'No,' she replied, nodding her head sideways, still in surprise of how Dave got there.

'Who's it?' a voice rang out from the bathroom. Madam Henrietta was coming out already.

Dave quickly walked to where she was seated and dropped a paper on her lap. 'Call me as soon as possible,' he said and turned, hurrying back to the door.

'Who's that?' Madam Henrietta stepped out of the bathroom just as Dave slammed the door. She stared at Stephanie's face for a response.

'A staff of the hotel, he came to the wrong room.' she replied.

'What nonsense!' Madam Henrietta seemed pissed by the scenario. She walked to the landphone placed by the window side.

'You don't need to report mum, he apologized already.' Stephanie said, knowing what her mum was about to do.

'No, I have to. He could be a thief for all I care,' she said as she raised the receiver to her ear. 'Now, go ensure that the door is properly locked.' she said to Stephanie while waiting for her call to be answered.

'But we're still waiting for dinner,' Stephanie replied but Madam Henrietta was already expressing her rage to the receiver of the call.


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