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Donald walked briskly along the hallway. The power company had done what they did best; knock out power supply to the area. He carefu...

Donald walked briskly along the hallway. The power company had done what they did best; knock out power supply to the area. He carefully walked down the stairs using his phone to illuminate his path. On reaching ground floor, he walked into the darkness, making his way to Maureen’s apartment. “Donald!!!” A voice called to him. He had never heard the voice before. “Yes, who is it?” He asked. Kakakakaka!!! Gunshots rang out, sending him to the ground. He slumped with blood gushing out like a tap. Bystanders ran in all possible directions, with some diving into the gutter in a desperate attempt to save their lives. The shooter vanished as quickly as he had appeared. “Help!!! Somebody please call a taxi let’s take him to the hospital, else he’ll die,” one of the students shouted. He had seen Donald slump following the gunshots. He saw the shooter make a mad dash away from the spot. No one was willing to risk their lives, not knowing if the shooter was still around. The student felt Donald’s pulse, and he was still breathing, but he was losing a lot of blood. The good Samaritan rang up his girlfriend and asked her to fetch a taxi quickly for him. Soon, his girlfriend arrived in a taxi and he and the taxi driver piled Donald into the taxi and drove him off to the nearest hospital.

About the same time, Maureen received a knock at her door. It was Siji. “Hi Siji, how are you?” “I am fine thanks and you?” “I am great. What can I do for you?” Maureen asked. “Can I come in?” “Yes you can.” She stepped aside and allowed him in. “She sat on the bed and crossed her legs while Siji sat at the reading desk. “I don’t mean to badger you all over again, Maureen, but I wish you could look closer at this situation. Donald does not love you. He does not love anyone but himself. I love you…I care about you. Why would you want to be with someone who has put you through so much? Yes, they say that girls like bad boys; I guess you want a taste of the bad boy. I can tell you that Donald will break your heart again. He has been my friend for some time now…he is trouble waiting to happen,” Siji made his case one more time.

“Thanks for your concern, Siji. Actually, I am not dating Donald. We are just friends…with time, that might change, but for now, I am not jumping into anything without looking where I am going to land. You don’t have to worry about me. I will be alright. I know how to take care of myself. I wish I could tell you that I am in love with you, but I am not. I am sure you’d want a girl who is crazy about you…someone who would do anything for you. Unfortunately, I am not that girl. Please let this go, Siji. You will find that girl, soon if you give it time. I don’t want all this drama. It is wearing me out. Can we not go over this again?” “So you want me to walk away from you? So that is it? I don’t know what that guy gives to all of you, but I can tell you that you are making a mistake. Someday, you will find out for yourself.” Siji got up and started for the door. “I am sorry Siji. I really am. Please don’t be mad at me. I still want to be friends with you.” “What is the point in being friends with someone when they are busy loving you? I can’t do that. I will try my best to put this behind me.” He left angrily. Maureen locked the door, lay back in bed and pressed her face into a pillow. She was emotionally drained.

“I am glad you could make it,” Chidozie said to Chinwe. They met up at Golden Dishes Restaurant on Ogui Road, Enugu. “I am happy to do everything I can to help you,” she answered. Soon, they both ordered. Chinwe ordered beef goulash while Chidozie had pounded yam and vegetable soup. Chinwe could not help but think of how handsome Chidozie was. After messing things up between Donald and I, Wendy wants to have this guy to herself, she thought. I will make sure this does not work. I will wreck it for her. “So do you have the pictures?” Chidozie asked after they had finished eating. “Yes, I do.” “This is very helpful. I need to make sure that I am not dating the wrong person. As it stands now, I am not sure I should continue my relationship with Wendy. Those pictures will make a world of difference in making my final decision.” “Look,” Chinwe said, swiping her iPhone. Chidozie could see the despicable pictures. “My goodness!!! I can’t believe this is what she has been up to. I want all of them…all the pictures,” said Chidozie.

“I will give you all for them, but it will cost you two things. I have saved them on another phone, so if you do everything I want, I will give you everything.” “What do you want?” “You have to pay me 150,000 Naira to have all the copies, and finally, you have to sleep with me.” Chidozie could hardly believe his ears. “I can pay you the money you want, but why would you want me to sleep with you?” “Because I fancy you. Besides, I am sure Wendy might come back to you and you will accept her back. I need to be sure that you are through with her for real. If you are, then you should have no problem jumping into bed with me.” Sensing that Chinwe was not willing to give up easily, Chidozie played along with her. “Let us go to the car. I have the money outside,” he suggested. Chinwe followed him to the car. Chidozie opened a bag full of money. Chinwe’s eyes grew bigger instantly. “This is the money you had asked for,” he said. Without counting the money, she took the bag, clutching it as if her life depended on it.

“Let’s go to your hostel for the rest of the pictures. Once I have all the pictures, then you and I can go to Quixotel. I know the manager, so I will make a quick call to them to reserve a room for you and I. We can spend the night together. I need to make sure that my cousin’s pictures are not left lying around, you know. As for Wendy, I really don’t care what happens to her, but I feel sorry for Donald. Despite everything, he is still my relative.” Chinwe smiled maliciously. Her plans were coming together nicely. Chidozie made a call for a moment and returned to the car with a smile. “I have a suite for you and I to enjoy all night long.” “That will be wonderful. You will not regret it,” Chinwe said amorously. They drove to the hostel, and Chinwe produced the other phone. Chidozie extracted all the pictures from both phones. He made sure that there was no other picture left on both phones. “I take it that this is all of it?” He asked her. “You have everything now.” “So, shall we head to Quixotel?” She asked. “Yes. I am all yours tonight.” She walked closer to him and reached for him. “What if we start here and head to the hotel afterwards?” She asked.

She stared romantically at him and began to remove her dress. “Why pinch a pack when you can unwrap the entire thing and devour it?” Chidozie asked. “We can have the best night of our lives tonight. Let’s not waste time. We should be heading to the hotel right away.” “You think my hostel room is too small?” “Not that but I think we have way more to enjoy at the hotel. We can do anything we want without worrying about any neighbors. I am passionate…I must tell you. I don’t want your neighbors knocking on the door,” Chidozie was thinking as fast as he could to stop Chinwe from removing all her clothes. “Okay,” she said. “Let’s go to the hotel and have some fun!!!” Chidozie heaved a massive sigh of relief. Soon, they were in front of Quixotel on Ogui Road. He went to the reception and picked up the key to his suite. Chinwe followed closely behind as they climbed upstairs.

“The suite is large. Look at the bed?” Chinwe said with glee. She kicked off her shoes and jumped into bed. “What are you waiting for?” She asked him. “I am coming right behind you. I need to use the restroom first. I don’t want any clothes on you by the time I am back.” He ran to the bathroom. Three minutes later, he returned. Chinwe had stripped herself bare, waiting impatiently  for him in her birthday suite. Chidozie reappeared with Wendy behind him. She was clutching a camera. She clicked the camera as fast as she could, catching a few shots of Chinwe before she could throw the bed sheet on top of herself. Her clothes were littered on the floor, so she could not reach them from the bed. She had thrown them across the room. She looked terrified and angry as she stared at them. “Wow!!! Chinwe, so you are bent on destroying my relationship, giving Chidozie the pictures was not enough. You had to sleep with him as well to make sure that you crushed that which is very dear to my heart. You are evil, but you know one thing? Evil people often walk into evil situations. In your bid to destroy me, you handed yourself into my hands. I have pictures of you now. I can do anything I want with them.” Chinwe gaped at them, still not able to talk. Wendy picked up her clothes, walked to the window and threw them down from the fourth floor. “Please don’t!!!” Chinwe shouted.

“Who could have done this to him?” Maureen shouted. She was in the lobby of the hospital crying herself sick. She had not been able to see Donald, who was still in surgery. The doctors had given him little chance to survive. A bullet had ripped through stomach, tearing his intestines in the process. Another one had struck one of his kidneys badly, and his other kidney did not seem to be doing very well, a condition that would have been normal if his bullet-damaged kidney were still functioning. “He will be alright,” Foluke said in an attempt to console her. She and Maureen had rushed to the hospital on getting the news of the gunshot. Word had spread across campus by morning. Foluke held Maureen in a frantic attempt to console her, but she was inconsolable. She cried bitterly, throwing herself to the ground in sheer grief.

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