Chapter 44

I looked at Amarachi’s Unclad body…from her
head to her feet. Even with the trauma she must
be facing, she still looked exotic. Her ample
bosoms dangled as she swayed…her legs were
spread gently apart, showing a cleanly waxed
pvssy..when she saw me, I could see shame in her
eyes…shame and pain.
Alhaji on the other hand was grotesque. I could
see he had been manhandled before being tied
up..his upper lip was swollen…blood stains were
on his protruding stomach. If Shade had been
here…she would have called him the real
‘kekere’..He grunted every now and then…
Mr Ahmed: Nathan , sit with me…lets have
supper…
Me: im not hungry. ..how did you get them?
Mr Ahmed: well, im hungry…
He sat beside a table with a vacant chair…I sat
alongside him..
Mr Ahmed: You know, when I listened to the
conversation, I felt bad. Amarachi is a wicked
girl..she broke our hearts. .you and I. Though she
only gave me head occasionally….cuz I neva
really wanted to fvck her…it was still a bond…
At this point I concluded Amarachi was a
LovePeddler..
Mr Ahmed: You dont head somebody and steal
from the person…not right. ..not good…bad
manners. .
Ok…Mr Ahmed is a talkative.
Mr Ahmed: After listening to the conversation, I
decided to use her to shine the light to all those
that might want to steal from me…You know…just
so they understand that stealing isnt fair…it makes
people sad…I was sad..I couldnt eat well…pray or
fvck well…my money was kidnapped. ..they
wanted their daddy…
Is Mr Ahmed mentally ok?
Mr Ahmed: My boys got to Festac to invite her
here….luckily we saw Mr Alhaji at her residence…it
saved us the stress of going to the park. I heard it
gets nasty there. But Mr Alhaji is a rude
person…my boys said he was rude..he and his
boys kept firing at us. Just because we wanted
both of them to accompany us. He killed Idrissou
and Yahaya…Mr Alhaji is rude..so my boys blew
up the house…killed Alhaji’s boys…Alhaji became
a little polite.
Alhaji: E no go better for you..
I admired Alhaji’s courage…looking at him, thats
possibly the only thing to admire.
Mr Ahmed: I told you he was rude… anyways he
conspired with this lovely lady to steal from
me…too bad you know?
Me: yes…
Mr Ahmed stood up…he placed his hands on
Amarachi’s bosoms, such beauty to go to
waste…it is painful…she looked at him and
pleaded..
Amarachi: You can have everything, if you have
internet connection, I will transfer everything to
you…everything. ..I would work for you…anything
you want me to do..please dont kill me..please
dont. ..im sorry…
He patted her chics like he was assuring her…then
she started crying…
Amarachi: Nathan im sorry…please forgive
me…beg him for me..please…for the sake of our
friendship…
Me: Do you know Bayo is dead?
Amarachi: im sorry. ..
Me:Just shut up…
Mr Ahmed strolled to Alhaji…he was still grunting
from his pain. ..
Mr Ahmed: You drink too much…bad for you…bad
for your stomach….You must drink wine…
He placed a cup of wine on Alhaji’s lips…he drank
it and spat on him..Mr Alhaji’s face was filled with
blood, saliva and wine..
Mr Ahmed looked at me. ..
Mr Ahmed: rude man..just too rude for my liking…
At that point one of his boys brought a small towel
and a pack of pizza..
Mr Ahmed sat down again…
Mr Ahmed: Cynthia is missing you, my guys tell
me…you should go stay with her…she cries
daily…
Me: very soon…
Fork and knife lay on the table beside the bottle of
wine…
Mr Ahmed: who needs fork to eat pizza?…knife
maybe…but fork?….nooo…
He stood up again..
Mr Ahmed: Mr Alhaji…will you hold it for
me…please?…
Ofcourse Alhaji’s hands were tied…
Mr Ahmed: rude man…
He got closer to Alhaji and buried the fork in his
right eye…
The scream that emanated from Alhaji was
beastlike…just as blood and eye tissue splashed
on his eye lid and dripped to his chin..he kept
screaming…
Mr Ahmed: thank you..Now Nathan, lets eat…
I happily took a slice and watched urine flow down
Amarachi’s legs..
Alhaji: Taofeek will kill you all…he will destroy
you…you won’t go Scott free…
Mr Ahmed kept eating…
Amarachi: oh…please…ah..ah…I dont want to
die…Nathan you cant let them kill me!
I wanted to watch them die but I also had things to
do…around 2am…I checked out…. Mr Ahmed
promised me a gift to solidify our frienship…

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3 Responses

  1. Wow, this is explosive.

  2. This a lovely story, but i feel the writer is kind of rushing it, he should relax and let us flow with him
    More ink to ur pen.

  3. ^^^
    He is not rushing it. I think he is not getting the desired attention. Check out the total of the comments he got no critics.

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