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The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 3:44pm On Sep 17, 2014 |
Shoutout to every NL member. I've been a regular and a ghost visitor to this forum. The uniqueness of the stories I read and the expertise of writers like Mazi_Omenuko, Kayemjay, and many others too numerous to mention got me thinking of doing something like them. I teamed up with my BIG BOSS @ Deolu bubble to create a work I hope can stand the test of time and go near the heights of other great works like an evening with Eva, nysc by mazi Omenuko and others...... first update later this evening. |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Nobody: 6:54pm On Sep 17, 2014 |
Yay Sin city fanfilm |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 8:48pm On Sep 17, 2014 |
Updates will be every evening by 9pm unless when I'm too busy. welcome to the Adjacent: THE PILOT! Stepping out of the VIP lounge in Rehab, finesse was evident in every fibre of the white custom fitted linen outfit Lana was wearing as he walked towards his car. Good looking and very intelligent he was every woman’s ideal man, charming in person and always sporting a smile. This wasn’t his typical hangout but a friend was having a small bash for one of his too- numerous-to count babes. He was a proper ladies man, tall with an imposing muscular frame, broad shoulders and not so dark, his body was the type that had the ladies drooling. He had chilled alone at the VIP lounge sipping the most expensive champagne available in the club; of course, he could swear that more than half the women had to have been checking him out. Even the ones with their boyfriends were stealing glances. Checking the time his brown leather vintage Rolex was telling, he unconsciously patted his pockets feeling for his Barclays and Bank of America credit cards. The GT bank card was in the other pocket with a couple of thousands of dollars. With a baldhead that had started developing some years after his graduation from University of Port Harcourt, he hadn’t always been so good-looking. However the kind of money he had access to now had transformed him into a complete fine boy. His current baby was a 2010 Range rover sport bought in the U.K and shipped to the East coast Customs, United States for advanced options. Without trying to show off, when it came to Lana’s baby MTV’s love-vendor my ride had nothing on his choice of custom options. He had the full interior of the car fitted in a simple black, except the speedometer, which was chrome, the whole exterior bulletproofed, and low profile tires and nothing short of all black rims. The logo chromed into the dark centre of the steering wheel and his plate number read simply “LANA”. He had special lights of dark grey installed into different places making it look like the TRON movie, a dark grey as the outline making it look very dark. One punch of a button changed the passenger seat into a comfy slim sized bed and the already tinted glasses, windscreen and rearview became totally black. As he made his way out, a half-caste chic walked up to him introducing herself. “Hi Lana” He paused, looking back and replying with a smile “Hi” “Have we met before?” he asked. “My name is Nikky” she replied. “We’ve have been watching you for a while, a few years actually. We’ve been monitoring your progress from the days of vandalizing pipeline into 50ltr containers to stealing with drums, your oil loot from Takwa bay on the boat speeding in and out at night.” she continued Moving closer Lana asked her “Are you with the JTF? What exactly do you want from me?” She smiled and replied “I am not with the Law Enforcement, not at all. I am here to offer you the big league. Alhaji Hassim has an interest in you, he wants to meet you.” Repeating the name silently to himself, He took a moment to process it. Alhaji Hassim was currently the richest Nigerian, off the record of course. No one can tell you specifically where he is, in fact people who have met say they met him on his new 2011 113ft Sunseeker Predator 115 that docked at Benin Republic. You can only see him if he has asked to see you. You don’t know who Alhaji Hassim is, because he was invisible. You only heard his name mentioned in privileged circles. Some people say the man is a myth. He sure those exist, in fact he was the Lord in our field. He recently bought a huge stake in Chelsea FC, second only to the Billionaire Roman Abrahamovich, he’s got another Hausa man fronting for him on Chelsea board”. I had always wanted to join the big leagues. No one in our field of work was poor, ever! Alhaji Hassim is sitting at the top of the big league pyramid. With business dynasties and hotel chains all over the world, he toppled governments and ran Africa from his 14kt gold plated table on his yacht. It amazes me how he manages to be anonymous, some people say his name is an alias for some rich politican. “Alhaji Hassim would like to speak with you?” Lana brought himself back to reality. Nikky walked to the passenger side of Lana’s car. As Lana sped off, a black 2010 Toyota corolla with 3 hefty looking men, trailed him giving him just enough gap not to suspect anything. 1 Like |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Nobody: 10:58pm On Sep 17, 2014 |
The deep calleth unto the deep. Evil attracts more evil. |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by drsolob2(m): 10:15am On Sep 18, 2014 |
Divepen: The deep calleth unto the deep.Pls explain better |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Nobody: 10:34am On Sep 18, 2014 |
drsolob2:i meant bad people know bad persons |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by purityval(m): 4:26pm On Sep 18, 2014 |
Ok let's go there. Thank God itz holiday |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by almacherish(f): 4:32pm On Sep 18, 2014 |
Following |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by chessyae: 4:57pm On Sep 18, 2014 |
nice beginning.... |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by drsolob2(m): 6:22pm On Sep 18, 2014 |
Divepen:Thanks a million |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Nobody: 6:34pm On Sep 18, 2014 |
drsolob2:you are welcome Have you seen the E- Workshops for writers https://www.nairaland.com/1897222/nairaland-e-workshop-writers-main |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by longjohnsilver: 6:36pm On Sep 18, 2014 |
back on my fav section...following op abeg no keep us waitin too mussh oh 1 Like |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 9:05pm On Sep 18, 2014 |
THE ADJACENT EPISODE 2: Shout out to my oga @Deolu Bubble. Chike was sitting in the middle row of the conference room, a cozy room with about 15 other JTF agents. The conference room was in a hotel in a high brow area of Abuja. The JTF had just received the mandate by the President to investigate Oil bunkery activities in the whole federation. The Projector was displaying a slide with the information about the depth of the scourge while the facilitator was pacing around the front of the projector, giving in depth information about the menace. He seemed knowledgeable about this, Chike thought to himself; AVAILABLE STATISTICS SHOWED THAT IN 2001 ALONE, ILLEGAL BUNKERING ACCOUNTED FOR A REVENUE LOSS OF ABOUT $30M, AND BY 2003, THE FIGURED HAD SOARED TO ABOUT $1BN, BY 2008, THE FIGURE LEAPED TO ABOUT $10BN IN 2010, NIGERIA IS LOSING ABOUT 900,000 BARRELS OF CRUDE OIL DAILY TO ILLEGAL BUNKERING” Chike was assigned to the JTF from the army; he was the leader of the Special Forces re-drafted to the JTF. He had a long distinguished career in the ARMY, Chike was in charge of Strategy for about 5 troops further subdivided into 100 men per troop in Darfur, Sierra Leone, Liberia and several other war torn African countries. He did a couple of consultancy jobs for the U.N. No one would believe that the 37-year-old Chike, with an imposing frame of over 6ft tall, ruggedly handsome look with a baritone voice was the one with this reputable and impeccable record, Chike joined the NDA immediately after secondary school, his uncle who became a guardian after his father died when he was just 9 years old became his only family. Chike’s uncle could spot how intelligent little Chike was; he was always very coordinated and calculated, a troubled soul at a very young age. Chike was always in one trouble or the other in his younger years. In retaliation for his stubbornness, his uncle registered him for the NDA exams, so he could go and express his anger in the Army. Chike became an instant hit at the academy excelling in tactics and well as intelligence work, he was top of his class, only second to Hamza Mustapha’s record at the NDA. At the end of his school, he was sent abroad with a couple of other brilliant soldiers to Israel, Germany, France and Latvia for different advanced combat tactics and war strategy courses. His first official assignment was at peacekeeping in Sierra Leone, he led an effective and organized squad that was awarded as the best troop. He got offers from the C.I.A and the F.B.I to be a consultant but turned it down for patriotic agenda moreover the Nigerian Army would never allow him do that. This conference would be over in 20 minutes time he said to himself, as he looked at his G- Shock wristwatch, he was having an internal battle caused by the hunger that was eating away his tummy. He was saying to himself; “I have led men to covert operations, got Medals of Honor from U.N, won the soldier of the year award several times, and I’m being disgraced by hunger” He laughed to himself as the conference was dismissed; he was about to leave when an envelope of his new assignment was handed to him. He collected it, opened it up as he walked to the cafeteria, he found a couple of keys that seemed to include office keys, car keys and other unknown ones. He also found his office address, his team members, his chief commanding officer, he flipped the page to view the profiles of his team members and finally got to the last page that had the picture of a guy with the name Lana Reis underneath it. Before heading to the cafeteria, he went to the car park to see what car was assigned to him, he pressed the remote control attached to the key, a car at the back of the lot beeped, he walked slowly to the car with enthusiasm, he pressed the button on the remote again and it was a black 2010 Volkswagen Passat. He opened the car, opened the glove compartment, dumped the envelope into it, and closed it back. He ran his hand underneath the passenger seat beside the driver and found the casing for a silver 9mm handgun. He pushed it back and proceeded to the cafeteria. Chike continued dwelling on the new assignment as he walked to the Cafeteria, the new assignment specified Lagos, which will mean he will have to check on his uncle. Chike knew checking on his uncle would be horrible for him but not checking again isn’t an option, after dedicating his life to the military, his uncle’s family was the only family he has. The question of when he would get married will come up, who he was settling down with and all, he didn’t have an answer now but he would have to think up something. Another thought of the Lana Reis guy came up in his mind, asking himself how best to approach the new assignment. 45 minutes later, Chike was heading back to his hotel room at the Transcorp Hilton, as soon as he got off Ahmadu Bello, driving the newly assigned car, Chike was moving slowly at 60km/ hr trying to enjoy the beautiful engineering of the Volkswagen Passat. Chike was cruising while also enjoying the scenery of the Abuja road, when all of a sudden a car came out of nowhere, bashed him in a head to head collision, totally writing off the front of the Volkswagen Passat. The car that bashed him was a grey 2008 Toyota Camry; from the collision Chike guessed the other car was probably doing about 140km/hr. The front of the car was horribly damaged; the bonnet of the Camry had folded up almost into the windshield. Chike was feeling horrible even though the airbags deployed, his own windshield broke, the car was beeping some kind of sound, he looked up out of the broken windshield, he saw 3 huge guys step out of the car, wearing black face masks also carrying guns. They wanted to find out the position of the driver, if he was dead or if they would need to finish him off with the handguns and silencer in their hands. The road was deserted at this time, it was almost midnight. Chike while been hurt, stylishly took out his 9mm from the passenger seat beside him, he put his head on the deployed airbag facing his own door, the 3 guys moved closer to him. Chike’s head was already covered in blood, he was badly wounded. There was a sharp pain in his neck. One of the guys opened the Audi while the rest stayed a bit away; they stayed at the front of their own car. As the first guy opened the door, Chike had the 9mm on his laps with his hand on the trigger, he was faking unconsciousness. He shot the guy right in the chest as he bent in his head to confirm if Chike was dead or not. Chike pulled the guy in after he shot him, using the guy as a body cover. The 2 other guys immediately started sporadic shooting at the car but Chike already used the first guy as body cover, Chike was calm underneath the dead body, counting the bullets as they shot at his car, shots hit the fender, broke the headlights. Chike been aware that it was 2 shooters, he was counting for 2 guns. The shots stopped, either they were out of bullets or they wanted to check if he was dead or not. Chike knew one of them was out of bullets and he didn’t hear anyone reloading just yet. Chike lay flat to the passenger’s side of the car; his body cover was still on top of him. They stopped shooting as one of the guys ordered the last guy to go confirm if the target was dead. The third guy’s arm was firm on the trigger trying to be fast incase anything came up, he was moving slowly towards the passat, walking in small steps carefully. He got to the driver’s side of the car with the door open; the killer was paralysed with fear. He looked into the car, he saw his friend lying dead, with several bullet holes on his body. The fear in him didn’t allow him see that there was another body underneath his friend’s body, due to the frame of dead assassin; Chike could easily hide underneath him. Being a sharp shooter, Chike slid out a bit, underneath the dead body, fired a bullet into the forehead of the second assassin. At this point, the third assassin lost for options decided to make a run. Chike was hearing faint sounds of foot stomp in a fast motion. Chike pushed off the dead body he was hiding underneath, came out of the car. Chike’s cloth was soaked with blood, he had a few cuts himself but majority of the blood was from the guy he used as body cover, his strength was depleted. He was feeling very weak. He struggled out of the car, he saw the third guy fleeing away, took a direct shot at the hand with the gun, the assassin screamed still running, Chike brought his hand down and targeted his leg, fired another shot into his leg. The third assassin fell in his stride; he was trying to make a turn into an adjoining street, dragging himself on the ground, still trying to make a run. Chike walked towards where the assassin fell, he was in serious pain, he didn’t know which one to touch to stop the bleeding either his leg or his hand, as Chike walked towards the last assassin, he noticed his left leg was aching him, he saw blood stain, something from the passat must have cut his leg. He knelt beside the assassin, looked at the assassin, and removed the face mask off him. He saw a young man of roughly about 29 year’s old, huge frame, about 6’5 with rugged looks. Chike knew he would die; he looked all over the last assassin from head to toe and then saw a gold Rolex on his left hand. He didn’t know what to think anymore….an assasin with gold Rolex, as he turned his body frame to the other side to remove the wristwatch, a bullet hit the third assassin in the right part of his chest. Chike knew the bullet was for him, he narrowly dodged death. He looked around; saw someone fleeing from the top of a building on the same street. Chike didn’t bother himself, he moved removed the Rolex wristwatch and made for the Assassin’s phone, took the both of them, he noticed a custom message at the back of the wristwatch that said “Happy Birthday Sesan ” Chike knew there were no other people plotting to kill him rather than those involved in the new assignment he just got less than 3 hours ago, he had a lot of questions to ask; 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by MaziOmenuko: 5:27am On Sep 19, 2014 |
Present! I love adventures, I'm sure gonna follow this. Op, try limiting the number of times you mention 'Chike' in a single paragraph. That and a few other things. |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 6:46am On Sep 19, 2014 |
MaziOmenuko: Present!OMG! The great maziomenuko is reading my post. *dancing shoki*. Boss ur recommendation has been noted and I'll try to do as u recommended |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Nobody: 6:57am On Sep 19, 2014 |
MaziOmenuko: Present!wow...I'm in the same thread with a legend,,,I need to pix.... Whoa |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by plainmirror(m): 9:10am On Sep 19, 2014 |
A potential thriller it is. Ride on |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by drsolob2(m): 1:24pm On Sep 19, 2014 |
Am always and ever be present. |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Mention(m): 3:00pm On Sep 19, 2014 |
Takes a seat at the front while eating popcorn.. Nice one Handie.. I dey ya back |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 4:32pm On Sep 19, 2014 |
Mention: Takes a seat at the front while eating popcorn..thanks baba. with u for my back, I no get problem o#hakunamatata |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Mention(m): 5:13pm On Sep 19, 2014 |
handie: thanks baba. with u for my back, I no get problem o#hakunamatataM expecting my 9pm Update sha |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 6:08pm On Sep 19, 2014 |
Mention:bros no wahala. with u for my back, even MTN no reach to misbehave |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Mention(m): 6:11pm On Sep 19, 2014 |
handie: bros no wahala. with u for my back, even MTN no reach to misbehaveOkay... *Fastens Seat belt* |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 9:20pm On Sep 19, 2014 |
THE ADJACENT EPISODE 3: 1:30AM Iyana Ipaja Area Yusuf wasn’t new at this however he was tensed. They haven’t done any stealing as much as this before, the thought of 8 tankers been loaded tonight was making Yusuf uncomfortable.The Police wasn’t the problem, Lana had them in his pocket; Yusuf was wondering when he started growing a conscience. He lost all hope in Nigeria when his father died in service and they never received his gratuity for another 5 years. He was waiting outside the fenced area; the building inside the fence was a gigantic warehouse structure. The warehouse however is empty, no goods inside.Yusuf was feeling a bit uneasy; he smokes anytime he feels tensed, puffing out the smoke in the cold night. Seun came out of the gate; Yusuf was standing outside the gate to pose as security. Seun came out and saw Yusuf smoking beside gate. Yusuf asked in anxiety “Seun, how far na, when una go finish na” Seun replied “Ogbeni, calm down jo, na today we don do dey this thing?” Yusuf replied “I know jo, but not 8 tankers” Seun replied “Yusuf, na the same way we dey do the others jo, just chill abeg” Yusuf replied “Make una sha do quick” Seun went back into the warehouse and 15 minutes later, ran out to help Yusuf open the gate of the warehouse. 8 Oil tankers drove out of the warehouse; Yusuf and Seun and 4 other guys got into an SUV and disappeared into the night. Seun brought out his phone and sent a text to Lana “All the trucks are loaded and we’re heading to Benin.” Lana bought this land some years back due to the information he heard and also verified that the NNPC pipeline pass through the land, he and his other partners have vandalized the pipeline to steal several barrels of Nigeria’s Oil. The trucks were driving off into the dark of the night. |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 9:22pm On Sep 19, 2014 |
sorry for the late update. I had some pressing issues I had to trash out. Hope you enjoy the update 1 Like |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Mention(m): 6:40am On Sep 20, 2014 |
Cool... But do I have to wait for 9pm before I get served?? |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by Mention(m): 10:54pm On Sep 20, 2014 |
Where's my update? |
Re: The Adjacent. A Crime Thriller by handie(m): 10:26am On Sep 21, 2014 |
Nikky was trying hard to sleep but the sleep wasn’t coming through. Yemi wasn’t home yet, it truly bothered her. It was a few minutes after midnight. It was totally cool that Yemi’s room in the hostel is the most conducive in the whole university. With Yemi being a brute short cul-tist, a lot of people found it very disturbing that a beautiful student like Nikky could date an ugly short boy such as Yemi. Nikky loved a man in control, a man who wielded power, he had his own entourage with him round the clock, Yemi had always been seen as a dangerous boy. He was always on the squad who went to fight; he knew how to handle a gun. He was a genius at the disruption of activities; harassing members of other cults was his favorite hobby. Irrespective of the amount of opposition he had, Yemi would never stand down. He would rant like a typical Yoruba boy, and fight tooth and nail. If you defeat Yemi in a fight, all hell will be let loose, if Yemi defeats you, it’s a different ball game entirely. Yemi was nothing short of trouble promoter; the love story of Yemi & Nikky started at a restaurant when some boys from other cult were harassing her over her refusal to date one of their members. The usual gimmick of intimidating people into dating them wasn’t working on Nikky. That particular day’s attempt was way off; it had turned intoa screaming match. Being a strong willed person, Nikky refused to be ordered into anything just because they look and portrayed dangerous. They were yelling at each other in the fast food, Nikky wouldn’t back down despite the fact she knew they were cult boys. Yemi was turned on by her aggressiveness, her stubbornness and her guts never to be forced into any situation. Yemi was eating with his entourage, some tables away from where the boys were harassing Nikky. He had been eavesdropping all the while,he then asked his entourage to follow him. Yemi walked briskly over to Nikky’s table, Nikky was also with a friend who was scared out of her mind, she was mute throughout the whole event. Yemi got to the table and tapped the guy who looked like the head of the sting operation on the shoulder, he looked back. Fully aware of how the events of that day could end. The guy kept mute, and listened to what Yemi had to say. Yemi put in a simple gesture what he wanted them to do, the cult boys disturbing Nikky understood the situation which is simply put in a proverb that says “He who fights and leaves lives to fight another day”. Yemi pointed to the door, making a hand gesture for them to simply run along. The guy behind the leader of the sting operation who was a newcomer in the school’s cult arena tried to pull out a gun from the waist of his jeans against Yemi but the leader felt the movement of his boy’s hand behind, stopped him and they all moved out of the fast food shamefully with their tails between their legs. Nikky knew who Yemi was, everyone in school knew who the Devil in the school was…simply put…Yemi Blacky That was how it started; it moved away from the story of how a revered cultist fell in love a tall sexy half-caste hot chic. They became an item; they seemed so happy together in what looked like a classic case of Beauty and the Beast. Yemi was strikingly ugly while Nikky was unbelievably beautiful; Students spent time trying to understand how Yemi and Nikky could ever date. Yemi’s face was like that of a lion, very brute looking and intimidating despite his lack of a tall frame. Plainly put, there was nothing good about Yemi, he had axed people who opposed him in school, he goes to other campuses to execute people for his cult, a formidable hitman Yemi is. He performs the harshest initiation ceremony for new recruits for his cult. People could just never see any good in Yemi, this was something only Nikky could. Nikky brought herself back into reality as her blackberry phone started beeping; she heard the sound of a new bbm message. She was praying and hoping that it was a message from Yemi. She grabbed the phone on the reading table, threw herself on the bed, she had only her bra and pant on, they had scheduled a romantic night, Yemi should have been home since 7:30. She scrolled to her bbm and found out it was some broadcast message from one of her classmate. She cleared the chat and proceeded to delete the person off her phone. As she was done with her phone, she heard footsteps on her floor, and then a knock of the door, Yemi had codes he used to knock that would alert Nikky of any looming danger. If he knocks 3 times hard consecutively then a soft one, then it means there is danger. She knew the drill, get the gun from WC in the bathroom. The no-harm knock was just simple calm knock twice on the door. Yemi’s knock that night was calm, Nikky rushed to the door, she opened the door, Yemi came in, he was looking tired and smelt badly of petrol, he was also carrying a little bag. Yemi dropped the cross-bag , took everything off all his clothes and walked naked into the shower to freshen up. Yemi never hid anything away from Nikky, she knew he was one of the most dangerous guys in school; the title gave him reverence and also made him a handful load of enemies as well.. Nikky guessed it was a gun inside, usually that’s about the only thing Yemi carries in his bag. She opened the bag to find loads of cash in it. Nikky wasn’t new to money, she had seen such heavy cash before but it was from her father’s room. Nikky scanned the bag and guessed the cash in the bag would have been about 1.5 million to 2million Naira. She was indifferent about it; she just wanted to know how he got the money. Yemi came out of the shower, still looking tired, the first thing Nikky wanted to do was nag him about forgetting about their romantic night but she opted for how he got that kind of money. Yemi wasn’t a thief, he didn’t steal, she was aware that if he was into any such practice she would have noticed it. He wanted to sleep but the sight of her in just her underwear was turning him on. They had intimacy like rabbits in as much as one of them was in the mood, the both of them were. Nobody dared to interrupt them. She was under the silky sheets when he came to her, she was smelling fresh and very edible. He snuck up to her to sniff her neck, planting a nice trail of kissing from her neck to her lips. He was running his hands on her belly, gently trying to take off the straps of the red lacy bra when she stopped him in a gentle and firm way; she asked him “Where did you get the money?” No man ever likes to be interrupted when he’s trying to get his groove on, and at this point, Yemi had to give her answers. Yemi replied in calm voice “Are you saying I’m not old enough to have that kind of money” Yemi thought to himself, how fearful he was to everyone, yet Nikky could talk to him anyhow in the bedroom. How Ironic. Nikky laughed hysterically, looking into his ugly face but all she could see was kindness, she continued “Why are you answering my question with a question?” She continued “I am serious about this, you need to tell me” “Remember Tosin, my cousin, he told me about this cool business, he wanted boys with balls for a business transaction, so he asked me” Yemi answered Nikky replied sarcastically “That information was very helpful only that you didn’t tell me what the business transaction was about” Yemi smiled “We went to vandalize some NNPC pipeline, stole petrol and delivered it to one Chief like that” Nikky was not sure of how to reply him; she was still processing the information that Yemi had a new department in his terror kingdom. She replied “Well, I don’t know how to respond to this just yet.” She turned away from him and backed him, slept off. He knew he wasn’t getting any tonight, so he dipped his hands into his boxers, gave himself hand job, and slept off after. Nikky woke him with a Mouth Action in the early hours of the morning, he thought he was dreaming until he woke up and saw Nikky sucking his di-ck and balls like her life depended on it. His di-ck was starting to jerk uncontrollably in Nikky’s mouth; he began rubbing her hair with his hand, pushing her head down into his di-ck. All the pressure of the world was on his di-ck, he was about to pump his load into her mouth, when she stopped, she knew he was cu-mming; he was trying to enjoy his orga......sm when she stopped abruptly. Yemi was about to lose his mind when she sat straight and told him that she would like to join him in his new hobby of stealing Petrol from the NNPC pipeline. What? Yemi said silently, angry that he lost the excitement of an orga....sm. She broke out into laughter but Yemi was still keeping a straight face with a boner. She resumed back to the head and that’s how their business relationship started. They made loads of money together, beyond school, they graduated from school, served the government in NYSC, still did their business. A couple of years down the line, Yemi got killed by a JTF raid when they were stealing the fuel, from there on, She inherited the business, the boys still agreed to work with her if she would keep the bargain Yemi had with them. Nikky was sitting at the open view of Marquee at the rooftop of the Mega plaza, enjoying the scenery of the Victoria Island, waiting on her meeting with Lana. This was their first official meeting after their little chat in front of Rehab the other night. Lana will be shocked when she tells me what exactly she’s hoping to offer him. Lana walked into Marquee, through the bar into door to open loft. Nikky was wearing jeans with buttoned down shirt leaving 2 buttons at the top open, revealing over cream looking bo...obs cleavage. Her bo....obs looked enticing, Lana told himself. Nikky stood up to welcome Lana, “Good Evening Lana “Nikky started Lana looked into the Victoria Island skyline, it was few minutes after 6, the sun was about retreating for the day. He smiled to himself and sat down. “Good evening Nikky “ Lana replied After their brief encounter at the club, Nikky had asked him to drop her at Eko Hotel, they didn’t speak much inside the car, rather they exchanged phone numbers and Nikky fixed this evening’s meeting. Lana been a womanizer that he is, couldn’t help but look at her. He was even imagining unwrapping the twins and holding them, imagining how red her nip-ples would be. Nikky cleared her throat, the little noise brought Lana back to reality. She continued “I need to apologize to you” Lana was a bit confused as to why she was apologizing to him. “Apologize for what exactly?” Lana replied adjusting his sitting position, crossing his legs over eachotherr. “The information I gave you about Alhaji Hassim isn’t all correct” She responded Lana adjusted himself into his seat, ready to find out which information was true and which wasn’t. Everything he had dreamt about for a couple of years seem to be coming through. One of the outputs of this meeting he was expecting was when he would meet the man behind the myth. Nikky continued, “Alhaji Hassim wants to see you but then, so does he want to see another 15 upcoming oil bunkers” Lana was lost; he thought this was the opportunity he had been looking for. “So, what is the purpose of this meeting then, I dint know am been interviewed with others” Lana inquired impatiently Nikky replied, “Have you heard of Rooney?” Lana replied “Obviously you are not referring to the footballer, I’m not sure I have” Nikky laughed and replied “Definitely not the footballer, Rooney is the nickname of Alhaji’s boys, looks like a black Rooney, a very successful bunker. He has been snapped up by JTF but Alhaji has arranged for him to be assasinated while in custody.” Lana replied “Still don’t understand why you need me in this state of things, if Alhaji wants to replace Rooney, he will choose one person so, it’s either me or you” Nikky replied “That’s the tricky part, he wants to recruit 2 people instead of the usual one, he’s got something up his sleeves.” Lana replied, “Okay, so why do you want me?” Nikky replied “I like your greed, heard you lifted about 8 trucks some nights ago which is way off your normal limit” Lana replied, “How did you know that” Nikky replied, “I am with Alhaji Hassim, we know about everything, we’ve got people everywhere. If Alhaji says you wouldn’t sell your loot, no one will buy from you. The good thing is Alhaji likes small startups like yours; you’re full of potential and willing to do whatever it takes to make it work out. He has sent me to scout for him a couple of times, he sends Karim on most of his evil espionages” Lana was a little bit offended when Nikky called his business small time, he supplied petrol to Petrol stations, he’s got people at NNPC on his payroll. But he couldn’t get too mad at Nikky for calling his business small time because rumor has it that Alhaji Hassim supplies some African countries from his loot. Nikky continued “I have been monitoring your business, it’s quite impressive what you’ve done with it but the problem is about your partners.” Lana inquired “What about them?” Nikky took a sip of her drink, crossed her left leg over her right, and continued “Kelechi and Chike have been in talks with Karim” Lana got irritated and felt betrayed because they were partners, if not for anything. They should be strong, be together, and not hope to expand the business without him. They share the money equally, he was pissed about been left out for the meeting with Karim. He replied “What the Heck?” “We talk about everything,” he continued Nikky interrupted him, with a stern look, and said “Moving on, the worst part of it is that they need to get rid of you, they seem to think you’re the weakest of the group” “The situation now is that we need to move quickly over them and become the new recruits of Alhaji.” She concluded. “We need to become the only competition” Nikky gave a subtle hint that Kelechi and Seyi needed to be executed. Lana swallowed hard, he was a playboy, loved life but he wasn’t sure he wanted to add murder to the list of horrible things he had done. Chike checked himself out of the hospital, went home, took a long bath and stared blankly at the TV which was tuned to CNN. He was totally lost in thought, this wasn’t the first time people had tried to kill him, neither will it be the last but what he couldn’t get off his mind was who it is this time around. He had issues with some soldiers who went rogue during peace-keeping, he asked them to be dismissed and disgraced publicly but they knew better than to try to assassinate him. He had rumors that they had become Soldiers of Fortune. The assignment file he was given had been stained with blood as he tried to retrieve it before FRSC/Police came in to confiscate the car. They wanted to blame him for the accident until they saw the guys on the floor with guns and masks on their faces. Chike got off the couch, slipped into his casual shoe and headed out to JTF office to see the commanding officer, Colonel Weyinmi. 1 Like |
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