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Episode 136 - The Lion's Terms

I looked at Aristotle for a few seconds, then I let out a small breath and said, “I won’t lie… I was actually surprised you managed to walk out of DSS custody like that.”

He let out a wicked chuckle, took a slow drag from what he was smoking, then released the smoke into the air.

“You people really underestimated me,” he said calmly. “You heard ‘ National Security Adviser’ and still thought I’d just sit down quietly in custody like some petty criminal.”

He tilted his head slightly, looking at me like he was measuring something inside his head.

“In this country?” he continued. “Where the same people meant to enforce the law are the ones breaking it behind closed doors?
Getting out of that fucking DSS is not some miracle. It happens more than you think.”

He paused, then gave a faint smile.

“In fact… I was disappointed in you people. Disappointed in you fucking bunch of morons.”

I frowned a little. “Disappointed?”

“Yes,” he said. “After everything you people claimed I did to you… after all the fucking noise, the planning, the energy… can't believe your endgame was just to hand me over to the fucking DSS.”

He shook his head slowly.
“I expected more punches from you people but you bottled the only chance you had at me.”

I didn’t utter a word to that.
There was no point.
Then he straightened up a bit and flicked some ashes off his hand.

“Anyway,” he said, voice turning firmer, “the time for words...is over.”

He looked straight at me more serious now.

“Where is my daughter?”

I scoffed.
“Your daughter? What exactly do you want to do with her?”

One of the men beside him shifted slightly, like he didn’t like that question.
But Aristotle didn’t react the same way.
He just smiled a little.

“You know,” he began, “when a man sees smoke coming out of his neighbour’s house… a wise man will mind his fucking business. Because not every fire is his to put out.”

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked with a slight frown because honestly, I was beginning to get tired of his unending proverbs.

He looked me straight in the eye.
“This… is a family matter. So shut the Bleep up and bring out my daughter.”

I nodded slowly. “Okay.”

Then I adjusted my stance a little.
“But I need to be sure,” I said. “What assurance do I have that once I tell you where she is… you’ll release Cynthia and the baby inside her?”

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

“The baby?” he repeated.
Then a faint smile crept in.
“Or you mean to say… your baby?”

I couldn’t help it. I smiled a little too.
He caught that one.
“Yeah,” I said. “My baby.”

I took a breath and corrected myself.

“What assurance do I have that you’ll release Cynthia and my baby once I give you your daughter?”

He looked at me like he was about to change the direction of our situation completely.

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Episode 135 - The Exchange.

We didn’t rush anything after that first round. We just stayed on top of eachother, catching our breath like people who just finished a marathon race.

Before we knew it, my dick had risen again.

Layla felt it grow bigger, a wide smile escaping her lips as she grabbed it.

"Let me handle this stubborn guy..." She said.

We moved into a sixty-nine position and began to take care of each other's equipment.

After about thirty minutes of Mouth Action and sucking her pussy, we started second round, but it was softer this time.

Like both of us had already crossed the line and there was no point rushing anymore. We found our rhythm again… then again after that.

It was after the second round that I decided to do what Toyosi had told me to do.

At some point, Layla stood up and said she wanted to wash up. She picked one of my towels and walked into the bathroom.

That was my chance.
The moment the bathroom door closed, I sat up slowly. I reached for my phone, adjusted it carefully, positioning it in a way that didn’t look obvious.

By the time Layla came back out, everything was already set.

We had another round that took over thirty minutes. I won't lie, Layla na one kine sweet girl.

Later on, she went to the kitchen. I followed after a while and met her already halfway into cooking. The smell of fried rice filled the house. It almost felt strange, considering everything that had happened just hours before.

We ate quietly at first.
Then she started talking.

At first, it was small things. Random stories. Little bits about her childhood. School. Friends. What pushed her to become a therapist.

But as time went on… she went deeper.
She started telling me things she hadn’t told anyone before.

It felt like watching a side of someone that had always been hidden. Like the humans on Artemis two seeing the other side of the moon for the first time in our entire history.

She laughed at some points. Paused at others. Sometimes she would just look away, like she was choosing her words carefully.

Then she got to the part where I got very confused.

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EPISODE 133 - Nothing Was Over.


I froze for a second when that knock came again. The thing is, this wasn't just any sound. It was more like the knocker was trying to tear down my door.

I turned to Layla immediately.
Her eyes were wide.

“Stay here,” I said in a low voice. “Don’t make any sound. Just relax, I’ll be back.”

She nodded quickly, adjusting herself on the bed like she didn’t even know where to put her hands again.

Another bang.
I stepped out and closed the door gently behind me.
As I walked to the main entrance, my mind was already running ahead, trying to guess who could be hitting my door like that.

I got there and raised my voice a bit.
“Who’s there?”

There was a short pause.
Then Jude’s voice came back.
“Abeg open the door.” His tone was kind of shaky.

I unlocked the door and pulled it open.

He was standing there.
Sweaty. Breathing hard. His shirt was half tucked in, and the part that wasn’t… was stained with mud. Like he had either fallen or struggled with someone on the ground.

For a second, I just looked at him.
“Jude… wetin happen?”

He didn’t answer right away. He just stepped in.
“My life don spoil…” he said under his breath. “Nothing anybody wan tell me, I don offend God. No be wetin our pastor tell me be this…”

He moved past me and dropped himself on the chair like his body had given up holding itself together.

His hands were shaking.
I closed the door slowly and walked closer to him.

“Guy… calm down first,” I said, almost the same way I told him at the bar. “Talk to me. Wetin happen?”

He rubbed his face with both hands, then reached into his pocket and brought out a folded paper.

“I reach house this morning…” he said. “I just got back from a meeting… you know say I never really dey house since that day wey we talk for bar…”

He handed me the paper.
“I reach house… I didn't see Cynthia. Na Wetin I see on the table be this.”

I took the paper from him and opened it.
I began to read slowly.

"Jude,
I don’t even know where to start from.
But I want to start by saying thank you very much.
For everything.
For the love, for the patience, for the six years we shared. You were there for me in ways I can never forget.

On your good days, you were the sweetest man I ever knew. Even on your bad days… you were still someone I could manage and understand.

But there are things I can’t ignore anymore.
I can’t bring a child into a life like this.
Not now.
Not when you’re already getting involved with the Circle.

You may not see it yet, but I’ve seen that life before. I know what it does to people.

I worked under Aristotle. I saw how power changes men… how it slowly deletes the parts that make them human.

I don’t want that for my child.
I don’t want to raise a child in fear… or confusion… or danger.

So I have to leave.
Please don’t look for me.
I’m serious about this, Jude. If I even sense that you’re trying to find me, I will disappear in a way you won’t be able to trace.

Just let me go.
Take care of yourself.
And please… greet Darous for me.

He’s the only true friend you’ve ever had.

I wish things were different.
But this is the best decision for me… and for this child.
— Cynthia."

I finished reading.
For a moment, I didn’t say anything.
I just held the paper there, staring at Jude with an upgraded level of pity.



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Episode 132 - Right Before It Breaks.



I looked at Jude for a few seconds… the way he sat there, stuck inside a problem he didn’t create, but somehow Mrs Adeoye is asking him to be the one to solve it.

Then an idea slipped past whatever was guarding my mind and sneaked inside. Clean and fast, like a smooth criminal.

I leaned forward slightly on the table.
“Jude… you have to calm down.”

He looked up at me. I continued.
“I mean... abeg, no wound yourself with overthinking, okay? Just relax.”

“Relax?” he scoffed. “You think this is something to relax about? We are talking about my future here, bro...”

“Okay, I know it’s not a simple matter… but can you calm down first?” I repeated, my voice steady now. “The thing is, I think I have an idea.”

“You have an idea?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

I nodded once.
“Yeah. I do.”

He leaned in immediately.
“What type of idea?”

I shook my head.
“No… I can't tell you yet.”

His face tightened.
“Not now ke? Darous, this is not the time to—”

“Just trust me, man...” I cut in.

He held my gaze, searching my face like he was trying to confirm if I actually knew what I was doing.
“You sure about this?” he asked quietly.

“I no go talk if I no sure na,” I replied. “Just give me like two days to get back to you. You'll be surprised.”

He stayed like that for a moment.
Then he leaned back slowly, exhaled, and nodded.

“Alright, I’ll trust you. But you better not Bleep me up.”

That was all I needed.
I stood up.

“Just don't kill yourself. Don’t go and start acting strange around Cynthia. Just… do normal. You hear me?”

He didn’t respond.
He picked up the bottle in front of him and stared into it, like he was hoping something inside would show him the way out.

I left him there and walked out.

My mind had already started working like a robot on steroids.

Toyosi’s voice from that night kept coming back.
Her plan.
The way she said it with so much confidence.
Now… it was beginning to line up like students on a secondary school assembly ground.

I picked up my phone and called her.
She answered on the second ring.

“Hello?”

“Toyosi,” I said. “We need to talk.”

“Now? Hope no problem?”

I told her everything.
From Jude’s call… to the bar… to the real reason behind his anger… and finally, what Mrs. Adeoye told him.

When I finished… there was a short silence.
Then she spoke.

“You see?” she said calmly. “I told you.”

I exhaled slowly.
“Yeah… you did.

“She’s already moving the pieces together like I envisaged,” Toyosi continued. “If we don’t move fast, she’ll trap all of us one by one.”

“I agree totally.” I leaned back slightly.
Then I asked the question that had been sitting in my chest.

“But here’s the problem I have. Are you really sure about her daughter?”

“I’m very sure.”

“How can you be so sure she will willingly accept that I have sex with her when she's not on colos?”

There was a brief pause.
Then she spoke.
“Maybe because she also likes you.”

“She likes me?” I scoffed in surprise.

“Take it or leave it, man. That girl likes you,” Toyosi repeated. “And I’ve already told her you feel the same way… you’ve just been holding back because of that therapist-patient boundary.”

I blinked.
“Wait… what? Who sent you that message?”

“You think she doesn't notice how you wouldn't stop staring at her breasts during your sessions with her?”

I opened my mouth wide in total embarrassment.
“She told you that?”

“Yes… she did. Among other things.”

“Oh God of thunder...”

“But don't worry. She understands,” Toyosi continued. “In fact, she’s already on board.”

I adjusted in my seat.
“Really?”

“I go dey lie for you?” Toyosi said. “She just wants to help you get through everything you are going through. Especially with my cousin not being around.”

Something about what she just said didn’t sit well with me.
It sounded… too smooth and easy.

Like, way too easy.
I almost asked more questions on that statement.
But I stopped.

“But are you sure this won’t backfire?” I asked.

“It won’t,” she replied immediately. “Just trust me.”

Trust.
That word again.
“So, how do we go about it?”

I finally asked.

“Give me like two days,” she continued. “I’ll handle Layla properly. By the time I’m done, everything will be perfect.”

I stayed quiet for a few seconds. Two days? The same time frame I gave Jude.

Then I nodded.
“Alright,” I said. “Two days then.”

“Good,” she replied. “Just be ready anytime. Make sure you give her the best sex of her life.”

The call ended.




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Episode 130 - After The Reveal.

Right there, I began to tell Toyosi everything that transpired between me and her father when I went to see him.

How the meeting went. The two videos he was holding over my head. What he wanted me to do. And how that conversation, with all its quiet menace, revealed a lot about Mrs. Adeoye—how she had been using us all along to get her estranged husband the presidential ticket.

Toyosi stayed quiet through all of it.

The only time she reacted and wanted to cause a big chaos was when I mentioned the part where Mrs. Adeoye admitted being the one behind the drugging that led to Tiffany wanting to kill herself.

“Don’t do that,” I told her calmly. I held her arm as she sprung up from the chair.

She looked down at my hand, then back at me. Her eyes said several things her mouth didn't want to say out loud.

“You heard what you just said? She's the reason Tiffany is in a coma. She even had the audacity to put a restraining order on me!”

“I know. But if you go there now, you’ll only make things worse for us.”

“I don’t care. That bitch almost killed us. She ruined my reputation.”

“I know,” I said. “But anything you do right now will affect Tiffany.”

Tiffany. That was the only name that calmed her down.

I wasn't sure if I should continue talking to her after what she just pulled. But she insisted I tell her everything else she needed to know.

I had no choice than to further explain Mrs. Adeoye’s mission. How Jude was involved in it all. How she was related to Jude, the vote Jude would cast in the next few days to take Aristotle out of the Circle.

After I’d finished talking, we sat in the kind of silence that doesn’t need talking.

Then the MC’s voice tore through the silence.
“Ladies and gentlemen!”

The energy in the room increased immediately.

Mr. Enudunjuyo stepped forward, smiling the smile of a man who had been waiting all evening for this moment to arrive.

“Tonight is not just about gathering,” he said warmly. “It’s about celebrating life before it even arrives.”

The gathering responded immediately. People who had been deep in private conversations suddenly remembered they were at an event.

“Can we have the couple on stage?”

Jude didn’t waste time. He stood and helped Cynthia up carefully, placing one hand gently on her back.

Cynthia laughed as she held his arm, adjusting her dress with her free hand, the other resting on her stomach.

They reached the stage and stood side by side.
The MC looked at them, then at the gathering, then back again.

“Now… this is the part everybody has been waiting for.”

The DJ lowered the music to a soft build. A small table came forward. The cake sat on it—white and clean, with hints of pink and blue tucked into the design like a secret it had been keeping all evening and was now being asked to give up.

“Godfather!” the MC called.

I didn’t need to look up.
Jude’s arm was already extended, pointing straight at me.

“Na him be that!”

People turned. Phones came out. Some already smiling like they had personally placed a bet on my head.

I placed the sleeping Naomi gently on Toyosi's laps. I stood up and made my way to the stage, because there was no version of tonight where I was getting out of this.

Jude pulled me into a quick side hug as I arrived.
“My guy, the godfather himself.”

I just nodded. As if I had a choice.

The MC handed me the knife.

“On the count of three,” he announced, “we want to find out what we are welcoming into this world.”

Phones went up immediately. People leaned forward. Even the ones who had been half-absent all evening were suddenly present.

Cynthia held Jude’s arm tighter, already laughing.

“One…”
The music counted.
“Two…”
Voices joined from different corners of the room.
“Three!”

I cut.
The knife went through clean. For one breath, nothing showed. Then the inside opened, and there it was.

Blue.

The reaction was immediate and genuine.
People stood. People clapped louder than necessary.

“It’s a boy!” the MC announced, as if the cake hadn’t already done the talking.

Jude turned to Cynthia, laughing the way people laugh when they are overwhelmed and joy is the only thing they can think of. She laughed back.

I took a cursory glance at Mrs Adeoye. She had this unreadable expression on her face. I didn't think much of it.
I handed the knife back and stepped away from the stage, allowing the moment to belong to Jude and Cynthia as people began to congratulate them.

I walked back to my seat.
Toyosi wasn’t there anymore. Naomi also.

I paused.
Scanned the room once.
Still didn’t see her.

I stepped away from the crowd and moved toward the quieter edge of the compound, where the noise was not much.

That was where I found her.
Toyosi stood near the wall, one leg slightly bent, cigarette between her fingers, smoke leaving her mouth like she had been doing this in secret for years and had simply stopped hiding it.

I stopped in front of her.

"Where is Naomi?"

She only pointed towards the main house.

I got the message.

“When did you start smoking?” I asked.

She didn’t answer—just took another drag and let it go slowly, like she had all the time the rest of the evening had stolen from us.

I moved closer and sat beside her.
After a few seconds, she brought out the pack and held it toward me.

I hesitated—then took one.
She lit it.

I took a drag.
It went in smoother than I’d expected.

We stayed quiet for some minutes until she spoke.

“You don’t need to worry about those videos.”

“What do you mean?”

She looked at me now.
“The one involving you and Chuka...I’m the one that recorded it.,” she said. “I recorded it. And I edited it to make it look like the way you saw it.”

I stared at her in disbelief.
“But why would you do such a thing?”

“Calm down. That was the only way I was able to stop my father from killing both you and Tiffany.” She said it plainly.

I processed that slowly and sighed. I understood her perfectly.

“Just don’t worry about my dad. I can make both of those videos disappear without a trace.”

I didn’t even know what response made sense in a sentence like that.

She brought out her phone. Typed something quickly. I caught the name before she sent it.
Usang.

She locked the phone and slipped it back into her handbag.
“It will be handled,” she said assuringly.

I looked at her.
Then at the cigarette still burning between my fingers.
I took another drag.

“So what’s our plan now?” she asked me.

“I don’t even know what to do,” I said, shaking my head as I stared ahead.

“We need to think of how to handle these people very fast. This woman is more or less like my father. And don’t think for one second that she’s done with you yet. Don’t even think about it.”

“What else could she possibly still want with me?”

“Darous…” She cleared her throat. “If there’s something I learnt from my father all this while, it’s that people like them don’t just help for the sake of helping.”

“What do you mean?”

“You see all these paparazzi she’s doing for your friend and his girlfriend… don’t think for one second that it’s coming from the bottom of her heart.”

“What makes you say that?” I paused. “Because… because to me, I think she’s just trying to make Jude comfortable and be on his good side.”

“Oh… you really don’t know these people.” She dropped the end of the cigarette in her hand and killed the light with her heel.

“While I was talking to her daughter earlier… she said something that got me confused at that moment. But now, with everything you told me about her plans and all that, I think I’m starting to see the bigger picture.”

I chuckled dryly. “Toyosi, I don’t think there’s any other bigger picture than taking down your father and securing the party ticket for her husband.”

“Trust me, Darous. The pattern is aligning. Right now, I think she already knows you are the owner of that pregnancy.”

“What?” I blinked. “How can she know that?” I lowered my voice as I said that.

“If she doesn’t already know, I believe she will instigate it later. Trust me.”

'Why would she do that?"

" It's part of the bigger picture I'm talking about."

“Are you sure?”

“Not really… but I have that gut feeling.”

“Ah… wahala wa o.”

She was silent for some minutes. Then she finally spoke.

" Do you trust me..."

I scoffed. " Honestly, I don't know..." I shrugged.

" You'll have to. If you want to get back at these bastards...you have to start trusting me."

" Last time I trusted you..."

“Don’t worry," She cut me off. "I have a plan. Just trust me snd follow my lead.”

“What plan?' I asked.

" You'll find out at the right time. All I ask in return is to trust me. Just trust me this time." She said. Almost pleading.

.I processed that for a brief second.
'Wait. Are you not leaving tomorrow again?”

“Leave? With all this? Leaving my friends at the mercy of this wicked woman? No…” She paused. Brought out another cigarette from her bag. “She and my father started this… we gonna finish it. They don’t have monopoly of crazy.”

I only sighed at that. Didn't know what else to say or do. Because honestly, I'd ran out of options.

****

Toyosi stayed there a few more seconds, like she was arranging her thoughts properly, then she walked back into the main event.
Nothing about her movement drew attention, but her mind was no longer inside the party.

When she got to the table where her mother and Kalu were seated, Mrs. Adeleke looked up immediately.
“Where have you been?”

Toyosi pulled a chair and sat down.
“Mother, please don't freak out. Okay?" She paused as she studied her mother's face.
" I’m not going to Barcelona again,” she said.
It came out flat.

Mrs. Adeleke blinked once, like she needed to be sure she heard correctly.
“What did you just say, Omotoyosi?”

“I’m not going with you tomorrow,” Toyosi repeated.

This time, her mother dropped the glass in her hand gently on the table.
“No. We’re not doing this tonight,” she said. “If this is one of your moods—”

“It’s not a mood, mummy.”

“Then what is it?” her mother asked, her voice tightening. “Because last I checked, everything was already arranged. Tickets, accommodation, everything.”

“I know,” Toyosi said. “But something has come up.”

“What kind of ‘something’ will make you stay back in this country at a time like this? When you know your father is still out there.”

Toyosi leaned forward slightly.
“I just need to handle a few things here. That’s all.”

“That’s all?” her mother repeated. “That’s all you can say?”

“I’ll be fine,” Toyosi added. “Nothing will happen to me.”

Mrs. Adeleke shook her head immediately.
“No. I don’t accept that. You don’t just wake up and change a decision like this without a proper explanation.”

Toyosi didn’t argue.
She just stood up.
“I’ll be back,” she said quietly.

Then she turned to Kalu.
“Sir… can I speak with you for a minute?”

Kalu didn’t ask questions. He stood up calmly and followed her out toward the quieter side of the compound.
They stopped just outside the main noise.

Kalu folded his arms.
“Talk to me.”

Toyosi didn’t waste time.
“I need your help to convince my mum to let me stay.”

Kalu looked at her for a few seconds.
“Why do you want to stay?”

There was no point going around it.
She told him everything.
What Darous had said.
About her father.
About Mrs. Adeoye.
About Tiffany.
About the videos.

By the time she finished, Kalu’s expression had changed slightly.

“I understand,” he said.

Toyosi nodded once.
“I can’t leave now. Not with all this going on.”

"But what do you want to do?" He asked her.

"I don't want to Jinx it by telling you." She said with s smile.

Kalu took a short breath, then gave a small nod.
“Okay.I’ll talk to your mother.”

“Thank you.”

“Go back inside,” he added. “Don’t worry yourself.”

Toyosi didn’t say anything else. She just turned and walked back into the event.

The party had picked up again.
Music, laughter, movement. Like nothing serious was happening anywhere.

She headed back to the table where Layla had been seated earlier.
But she didn’t meet Layla alone.
A guy had already taken the seat beside her.
Talking too much.

Toyosi slowed down as she approached.
She didn’t need to hear what he was saying. Layla’s body had already explained everything.
The polite smile.
The small nodding.
The way her eyes moved away every few seconds.

Toyosi knew that pattern very well.

She walked straight to the table.
“Layla,” she called.

Layla looked up immediately.
Toyosi didn’t even acknowledge the guy.
“Come,” she said, already turning slightly. “I need your help with something.”

Layla didn’t hesitate.
“Thank God,” she muttered under her breath as she stood up.

The guy tried to say something, but Toyosi was already moving.
Layla followed her without looking back.

They didn’t stop until they got to another table, a bit further from the previous table.
They both sat down.

Layla let out a small breath.
“Thank you,” she said. “That man would have talked me straight into next week.”

Toyosi smiled slightly.
“I could see it on your face.”

Layla shook her head.
“He didn’t even breathe. Just talking and talking like he was being paid per sentence.”

Toyosi laughed softly.
“Those ones don’t listen. They just wait for their turn to talk again.”

“Exactly,” Layla said. “Complete simp behavior.”

They both laughed.

Then Layla looked at her.
“So… how did it go? With Darous?”

Toyosi leaned back slightly.
“He’s not okay,” she said.

Layla nodded.
“So I was right.”

“I think he just needs something to take his mind off Tiffany,” Toyosi added.

Layla rested her chin lightly on her hand.
“I agree,” she said.

There was a short pause.
Then Layla asked,
“You’ve known him longer than I have. What do you suggest we do?”

Toyosi looked at her.
“You’re the therapist,” she said. “You should have a better idea.”

Layla chuckled.
“Trust me, if I did, I would say it. The only way I can help him is through therapy.”

“No offense meant here,” Toyosi said calmly. “It’s evident the therapy is not working the way it should.”

Layla furrowed her brow.
“Oh… is that so?”

“Like I said. No offense meant.”

“None taken. So what do you suggest we do?” Layla asked.

Toyosi took her time. She glanced around, as if trying to make sure no one was paying attention to them.
Then she leaned in.
“I have one idea. But I’m not sure you’ll like it.”

Layla frowned.
“If it helps him… I will like it,” she said.

“You sure?” Toyosi asked.

Layla scoffed.
“Of course…”

Toyosi smiled, then leaned in and began to whisper her thoughts into Layla’s ear. As the words settled in, Layla’s expression began to change.

“What?” she lamented. “That’s insane.”

Toyosi smiled, almost playfully.
“In an insane world… that is the most sane option we have to help him.”

Layla’s face remained frozen in that shocked state for the next three minutes.

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Episode 129 - The Godfather.

I drove straight to my new apartment in Ikeja.
Jude’s call kept flashing on my screen like he wanted to tell me something important.

I didn’t want to pick it because I feared Aristotle might have, on second thought, sent him the video. So I let it ring the first time.
Second time. Up to the third time.

By the fourth, I just stared at it for a few seconds, then picked.

“Guy, where are you?” he said immediately.

“I dey house.”

“Good. We can’t say anything tangible on this line. We don’t know if your phone is still being monitored.”

I leaned back on the chair, keys still in my hand.
“You dey fear that much?”

“Ogbeni, just open WhatsApp,” he replied. “We fit talk better on WhatsApp.”

The line went dead.
I stayed still for a moment, then unlocked my phone and opened WhatsApp.

His messages were already waiting for me. Including videos.

I tapped the first video.
Cynthia was laughing heartily in that video.
Toyosi was beside her, holding up two different baby outfits like it was a life-or-death decision.
Layla was in the background, arguing with the shop attendant about the quality of the material in her hand.

“Not this one,” Toyosi said in the video. “This one looks like it will sag after two washes.”

Cynthia rolled her eyes.
“It’s just a baby, not a fashion model na.”

Toyosi let out a soft hiss.
“See you...you don't know anything. You see all those people you see around you that don’t know how to dress, it starts from when they were babies,” Toyosi replied. She then tilted her head toward Jude. “You see how this gorimapa guy always dresses as if every day is an interview?"

Cynthia was already laughing slowly.

Toyosi continued.
" It started from when he was a baby. You know he’s the father, so you need to do everything in your power to make sure your child doesn’t take after him.”

“I heard that…” Jude fired back from behind the camera.

Toyosi didn’t even look in his direction.
She just raised the cloth in her hand like she was presenting evidence in court.

“Good. I want you to hear it loud and clear. So when your child starts dressing like a confused motivational speaker, nobody should blame us the mothers.”

Cynthia burst out laughing.
Jude stepped into the frame properly now.
“Confused motivational speaker? Emi?”

Toyosi finally faced him.
“Yes, you. Every time—tucked-in shirt, serious face, like an office messenger trying too hard to impress the boss.”

Jude scoffed.
“At least, it made me look responsible. Not like you that dresses like you’re about to fight somebody at a bus stop.”

Layla laughed in the background.
“That one is true...”

Toyosi pointed at Jude immediately.
“You know I'm right about you. You don't know how to dress at all.”

Jude shook his head.
“No, no. Let’s be honest. If this child follows your fashion sense, we’ll be seeing glitter shoes with Ankara top and sunglasses at night.”

Cynthia laughed harder, holding her stomach now.
“Please stop, abeg. You people will make me fall.”

Toyosi ignored her and stepped closer to Jude.
“Better glitter than whatever you’re doing. You dress like your clothes are the ones giving you instructions.”

Jude blinked.
“What does that even mean?”

“It means your outfit looks like it told you, ‘Hey Jude, today we are going to be very serious,’ and you just obeyed without asking questions.”

Layla clapped once.
“That’s accurate.”

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Episode 128 — Done Deal.


The gate slid open and I entered slowly.
“Hey,” I said to one of the guards. “Those guys working on my car… are they done?”

“Yes, sir. They’re done.”

“Good. What of my friends?”

"They've all gone out." He answered.

I nodded and turned to the Prado.
The plan was simple.
Stay away from anything that could push me over the edge.
Because with the way my head was, seeing Mrs. Adeoye at that moment was not something I could risk. I might end up killing her.
I needed to stay far away from all of them—Jude, Cynthia, Toyosi, and the rest—for the next few hours.

I opened the car door.

“Sir…” one of the guards called me from behind.

I paused and looked back.
“What?”

“Madam wants to see you.”

I stared at him briefly. Then entered the car.
“I don’t want to see her.”

I started the engine.

“She said it’s important.”

I gave a dry smile.
“Of course. Everything is always important to her.”
I shifted the gear.

“Sir…”

I looked at him again.
“What is your problem? Which part of ‘I don’t want to see her’ don’t you understand?”

“She said it’s about your girlfriend.”

That was it.
I switched off the engine immediately and stepped down.
“What happened to my girlfriend? What happened to Tiffany?”

“I don’t know, sir.”



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Episode 127- Back Up Plans.


Aristotle noticed the way I was lost in deep thought after he asked that question.

He wasn’t looking at me in a mocking way.
Just a slight change in his eyes — like a man who had been waiting for that exact reaction from me.

“Hey you, call M.S for me,” he said calmly, without taking his eyes away from me. “Tell him to bring my phone.”

One of the men by the lobby stepped out immediately.

I stayed quiet.
Still trying to arrange my thoughts into something that made sense. Something that would stop me from going totally insane.

A few seconds later, the door opened.
A man walked in and came straight to the bed.
There was a phone in his hand.

He handed it to Aristotle. He worked on the phone briefly, then gave it back to the man.

“Show him this,” he instructed.

The man brought the phone straight to me. He put it in front of my eyes.

I frowned slightly.
“What is this?”

“Just look at the fucking phone, idiot,” Aristotle said from the bed. “Or do you think I’m trying to kill you?”

I looked.
It was a picture of Mrs. Adeoye.
Standing beside a man. Their posture suggested they were more than strangers to each other — like lovers or close friends. The look on Mrs. Adeoye’s face in that picture said it all.

And the man…
I knew that face from television.
You don’t see someone like that once and forget.
News headlines on Channels.
Political debates with Rufai Oseni on Arise TV.
That face shows up almost everywhere.

I looked at Aristotle.
“I know this man beside her. How are they related?”

“That’s good. That you even know him,” he replied.

I looked back at the phone again.

“That’s Mr. Adigun Adeoye,” he said.
“He’s her estranged husband.”

Husband?

I looked up again.
“She never told anyone — not even me — about any estranged husband.”

He gave a small nod.

I kept looking at the phone.
Trying to match this image with everything I thought I knew.
It wasn’t fitting at all.

“At least now you understand why I asked you that question earlier,” he continued.
“How well do you know that fucking woman?”

I didn’t respond.
Because the honest answer to that question…
was starting to sound very different in my head.

He shifted slightly on the bed.
“That man you’re seeing, Double A, like my nickname” he went on, “is not just anybody.”

I looked at him.
“I know who he is in this country, but what I don’t know is how he is her husband.”

“If you calm down,” he said, “I will explain everything to you.”

“Okay,” I said, adjusting in my chair.

“Do you also know he belongs to the same party as me?”
A small pause.
“And that he’s contesting for the same presidential ticket of our party with me?”

I let out a slow breath.
“So you’re telling me this is all about politics now?”

“Of course it is. It has always been politics,” he replied.
“Whatever she and my brother told you to gain your trust, your loyalty — it has always been politics. You just didn’t know you were inside the game all this while.”

Episode 126 - Cracks In The Story.



Most people, when they have power, they start talking very fast—like they’re afraid it might slip from their hands if they don’t use it quickly.

But Aristotle…
he spoke like a man who knew the power wasn’t going anywhere.

He looked at me for a while. Like he was checking if I was still the same person he thought I was, or if life had already reduced me to something easier for him to handle.

Then he finally spoke.
“Tell me something, Darous…”

His voice came out soft.
“That fucking woman that's using you against me… what exactly do you know about her?”

That sounded like a question that didn’t come looking for an answer. It came looking for a single slip from me.

I didn’t say anything.
Not because I didn’t have words.
But because I could already see the shape of the trap he was setting for me. And I’ve known him long enough to know that some conversations with him are not for speaking… they are for listening.

So I gave him silence. And I mean, undiluted one.

He watched me for a few seconds… then nodded slowly, like a teacher marking a script.
“Good,” he said quietly.
“At least now you’re learning.”

Learning what exactly? How to stand in front of the devil and behave like a well‑trained goat?

He adjusted himself on the bed, wincing slightly, but not loud enough for him to look weak. He had even found a way to put his pain on a tight leash.

“The Circle sent me a memo,” he said.

“There will be a vote. To take me out.”

If he had told me the price of fuel had come down to two hundred naira, it would have sounded more surprising than the way he said that.

“And it's happening next week.”

I kept looking at him.
But inside my head, it wasn’t his words that were playing.
It was everything else.
Every pain.
Every loss.
Every moment that didn’t make sense until it was already too late to fix.

And sitting right in front of me… breathing calmly like he was discussing our weekend plans…
was the man that orchestrated all of it.

The reason Tiffany was lying somewhere in India, body present, life on hold. Machines doing the work her body system was supposed to be doing.

And here he was… talking about votes.

He continued .
“If you people think for one second that one bullet will take me down that easily…then you have something else coming for you.”

That was when it clicked again.
This man was not trying to sound strong.
He was simply stating what he believed was fact.
Like saying the sun will rise tomorrow.

He's just lucky this wasn't when I was a younger version of my self, when I could summon thunder at will. His motherfucking ass would be ashes right now.

I finally spoke at that junction.
Because at that point, silence was starting to feel like I was cooperating with his nonsense talks.

“Then why am I here?” I asked.
My voice came out steady. Even I was a bit surprised.
“If you’re this sure of yourself… if you already know how this ends… why am I sitting here listening to all this?”

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Episode 125 — The Calm Snake.


The phone stayed in my hand long after the call ended, still close to my ear, like I was wishing I could un‑hear what I had just heard.

*“Be at Oshodi under bridge in one hour.
Come alone.”*

I remember asking the only question I could come up with at that moment.
“How do I know you won’t kill me once I enter that car?”

There was a short pause before he spoke.
“You don’t know.”

Then he added something else.
“But what you should know is… our abroad guy will receive something that could make him kill you on his phone if you don’t show up.”

I wanted to ask him what that “something” was, but he didn’t say anything else before the line went dead.

I slowly pulled the phone away from my ear.
For a few seconds, I just stood there.

Because whatever that man had on me…
was not something I could risk testing.

That instruction — be at Oshodi under bridge in one hour — was not something I could avoid.

I just had to go.
Whether I liked it or not.

I lowered the phone slowly and let out a breath that felt like releasing a fart you’ve been holding too long, afraid to drop it in the boardroom.

What if he kills me the moment I get there? That thought ran through my mind before another followed: it’s better he kills me than Jude finding out what happened between me and his ex-girlfriend.

How did my life suddenly take this turn?
The sex I thought I had with Cynthia months ago—something I dismissed back then—had come back to haunt me.

My past hadn’t just caught up…
it had tracked me down like a professional.

I rode Lexus hoping my past would be too broke to afford a vehicle, let alone chase me. But little did I know, my past had taken a loan and now owned a Ferrari.

I dropped the phone on the bed and stood there, staring at nothing.
Then after a few minutes, I started moving.

I picked up the clothes I wore the other night without thinking too much. Halfway through dressing, I paused.

There was a problem.


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Episode 123 — The Bush Road.

The van moved steadily through the lonely night road, its engine humming softly.

Inside the back of the van, the air was very heavy.
Darous, Toyosi and Jude lay on the metal floor where they had been thrown earlier. The sedative still held them down.

Their bodies did not move, except for the slow rise and fall of their chests.

Bunmi sat close to them.
Her eyes never rested.
Every few seconds she bent down to check Toyosi first, then Jude, then Darous. She placed her fingers close to their noses to feel their breath.

Each time she did that, two pairs of eyes followed her.
Two armed guards sat on the narrow metal bench opposite them.
Their rifles rested across their laps.
They had been watching Bunmi since the van started moving.

The first guard finally spoke.
“Madam, stay in your seat,” he said coldly.

Bunmi ignored him.
She leaned down again and touched Toyosi’s neck, checking her pulse.

The second guard shifted his gun slightly.
“He told you to stay in your seat.”

Bunmi looked up at them slowly.
“My daughter is sleeping on the floor like a dead person,” she said. “And you expect me to sit quietly? What did you do to them?”

The first guard’s eyes hardened.
“I won’t repeat myself.”

“You can do your worst, eyin omo ale jatijati yi. Do you want to tell me you don’t know me? Eh?”

No one answered her.

“I will check my daughter as many times as I want. You cannot do worse than what your useless boss has already been doing to me.”

The first guard leaned forward.
“I’m warning you, madam. You are testing my patience.”

Bunmi did not even flinch.
She looked at both men from head to toe, then shook her head slowly.
“Look at the two of you. Carrying guns like warriors but afraid of one mother checking her child. If courage was rice, both of you would still be begging for crumbs.”

Then she leaned closer to Toyosi again.

Naomi held her father’s arm tightly. The little girl did not understand everything, but she knew something bad was happening.

“You better kill me now,” Bunmi said calmly. “Because I will not stop checking my daughter and her friends.”

The words hung in the air like a challenge.

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