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07:00 am, Bay Apartments
“Who was the lady who came to kill us?” Lizzy asked her husband, Steve. “I still don’t know. I would give a million away to get a grasp of what is happening.” “I don’t believe you, baby. You just don’t have the courage to tell me. First a nude picture of me was sent to you, after that I was kidnapped and made to pose nude with some men. I believe it’s time to tell me the truth. Who loaded my camera with the nude pictures of you and your female friends? Who wants us dead? Please I need answers,” Lizzy demanded. Steve felt boxed in. He knew he was not going to lie his way out of this one. Lizzy had been a great wife to him, however his bent for sex outside of marriage and with multiple partners had driven him into the abyss of lasciviousness. “I cannot say that I have been a good husband to you, baby,” Steve said. His voice was shaky; and it wasn’t for the fear of his wife, but for the fear of what might happen to his family. He could see it coming. He could see himself losing his wife and kids to his shockingly adulterous life and the consequences of it.

“So you have been sleeping around with every woman willing to part her legs for you?” Lizzy asked with tears running down her cheek. “I have done worse, baby. I wish I could go back in time and take it all back; make things different and love you like I should. I have done things you can’t believe.” “You know I don’t deserve this Steve. I have loved you and the children with all my heart. I have done everything you asked me to do. I have done things in bed with you that I can’t tell fellow women. I have taken your sex drugs to please you and almost died doing it. Have I not kept my body fit and sexy for you? I have lied at work and drove home like mad just to make love to you. I strip nude for you and dance naked in our bedroom like a whore for you and still you run around with other women. What have I done wrong? Have I denied you sex at any time? Have I treated you with disrespect? Even now you are still my prince in shining armour.” Lizzy was shaking and crying profusely as she spoke.

Steve had always calmed her with sex whenever she was worked up. He began to undress her. Lizzy didn’t blink; she sat looking right through him as he undressed her. When Steve was done peeling her clothes off, Lizzy stood up and walked into the next room and locked the door behind her. For once in their eight-year-old marriage, she did not walk away from him whenever he undressed her. Steve was disturbed. He tried to reach out to Lizzy and make up with her, but she would not open the door to him. He used all methods he could but she still would not budge. About the time Steve had given up and sat on the floor with his head bowed in sorrowful thoughts, Lizzy opened the door, walked back into the living room still nude and sat next to him like she was never angry with him. Steve put his arms around her and began to plead. Still feeling numb and cold with rage, Lizzy said, “I don’t want you to plead for forgiveness, it just won’t work with me. Please don’t waste your time doing it. This is what I want…”

“What do you want? Tell me please,” Steve cut in. “I want the truth. The whole truth. I want to know what is going on. Steve I have always loved you and you know it. I can’t live through a day wondering what you might be doing when I am not with you. I want you to tell me all you have been doing. If you don’t tell me, this is what I am going to do. I will sleep every man you have known in your live and I will make sure you get photos of all of them just like yours were sent to me. I will make babies with men you despise! I will strangulate your children and send you photos of their lifeless bodies! You have hurt and broken me beyond words. Nude photos of me with strange men are floating around somewhere now and it is all because of you.” Steve held her and tried to calm her, but she kicked at him and unleashed a slap to his face. None of them had raised a finger on each other in their eight-year-marriage. Steve rubbed his face, trying to extinguish the stinging pain the slap had left on it.


6:33 am, Oak City Hotel
The guard whom the assassin had sent to find a way for her to get into Steve’s hotel room was standing at the assassin’s door knocking. She opened the door, and pulled the guard in, she was still without her clothes on. “You came back rather too soon, have you found a way I can get to see my man in that room?” she asked. “I don’t have to. The man has left with the woman who was with him,” the guard replied. The assassin was shocked. “How? When?” she asked. “While I was still here with you, they left with the some of my colleagues giving them cover.” The lady dashed toward her purse, picked her phone and placed a call to someone outside the hotel, “Steve is gone! He is no longer in the hotel! Did you see him leave the hotel?” “No, we did not! He may still be somewhere in the hotel!” “He is gone man, someone in the hotel told me he is gone.” “Who told you that? We did not see him leave, he must still be in there!” “Did you see some of the guards leave the hotel?” “Yes, we did and they have long returned to the hotel.”

“Sorry man, when you saw the guards leave, they were actually smuggling Steve and his wife out of the hotel. Find him and get back to me.” “Gosh! How did I miss that? Are you coming with us?” the male voice on the phone asked. “No, I won’t be joining you in the chase just yet. I have got some work to do right away in my room. Bye.” She dropped the call and went over to the sound system in the room and turned up the volume and began to dance obscenely before the guard. The guard understood her cue and undressed hurriedly. She danced back to where he stood and inquired, “I hope you can make me cry. I like it when my man makes me cry.” Without warning, the guard slapped her across the face and the force sent her two steps backward. Holding her cheek in shock for a moment, she lunged toward the guard and drew blood from his face with quick thrown punches. She was a well-trained fighter, with stunning build. Without clothes on, the two of them engaged in a mock fight for a few minutes before she overpowered the guard and they descended into twisted sexual acts.


11:20 am, Bimpe’s Husband's House
Bimpe’s husband was sitting at the dining table with three well-dressed men in designer suits sitting opposite him. Bimpe’s husband pushed Bimpe’s picture to them and said, “That is my wife. I want her cut down immediately. We were supposed to have four children together, but for some reason, none of them is mine.” He pushed another picture to the three men and continued, “This is Maxwell, he is the father of my favourite child. I want him dead in three days… Here is the picture of the man who is responsible for my other three children. His name is Mayowa Folarin, and is fondly called Mayo. I want you to kill him and bring me his testicles….” He paused for a few seconds and continued, “You know what, try to bring me Mayo and my wife alive. I would like them to amuse with live sex before I kill them. Can you do that for me? It should be a piece of cake for you guys. You are not Desert Scorpion for nothing.” The three men exchanged looks and smiled. Bimpe’ s husband pushed a fourth picture to the men and explained, “Find these four children and bring them to me, they are supposed to be my children. I haven’t decided what to do with them yet.”

When the three men left, Bimpe’s husband went over to his bar, sat on a stool and tried to break down a bottle of cognac. After a few gulps he whispered to himself, “This socks.” He stood up from the stool and went over to the dining table, picking his phone he dialed his secretary, “Hello Linda, what are you doing right now?” “I am working on the Kensington deal sir,” the secretary replied. “I want you to pass it to someone else, tell that person I said so. You have five minutes to do that. Once you are done, please get down to my house. I suppose twenty minutes should be enough for that.” “Okay sir, I will try my best to get your house in twenty minutes. However, sir, I do not know where your house is.” “Tell Samson to drive you down here. If he is not in the office, find him and have him bring you here.” As soon as Bimpe’s husband dropped the call, he spoke with his gateman through the intercom and informed him he was expecting a guest. About thirty minutes later, Linda, his secretary, walked into his grandly furnished living room. “Good morning sir. Ii am sorry I took a little longer to get here, Samson delayed me,” she bowed and explained her delayed arrival.

Turning as if he just took notice of her, Bimpe’s husband waved at her to sit down. She sat wondering what she had done wrong. Her eyes were darting in every direction. There was something near a bottle of cognac at the bar. It was like a gun. Linda felt her heart sink into her stomach. She was not sure for which of her many sins she had been invited to her boss’ house. She was too afraid and so thought very fast; removing her phone from her bag, she clutched her abdomen and winced in pain, feigning she had suddenly become sick. She wanted to go use the bathroom and call for help. “Excuse me sir…” “Linda do you know why I invited you here?” Bimpe’s husband cut in. Still clutching her abdomen, Linda shook her head and said, “No sir.” What followed next was a blast for her. “I want you to seduce me,” were Bimpe’s husband’s next words. In shock Linda released her hand from her abdomen and dropped her phone to the sofa she was sitting on. Her mouth hung wide open and her eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets. “I am sorry sir, I did not…” “Linda, I am not a child. You have always tried to seduce me when we worked late together at my office. Right now, I am offering you a chance to do it without fear.”

Linda was at her wits end. She had no clue about what to say next or about what was happening. The sight of a gun sitting at the bar did much to make her nervy. For about three minutes she did not say a word. All she did was breathe heavily like an asthmatic patient. “Linda, I am still waiting for you. When should I take off my clothes?” Bimpe’s husband asked. “I am very sorry sir that in the past I tried to seduce you. Please forgive me. From today, I will do my best to be of good behavior…” She knelt in a prayer posture, clasped her hands and continued, “…I swear by God sir, I will never let you see any of my body parts.” “I am sorry Linda; I want to see your body parts today. I will pay for it if that is fine by you.” Linda could see her boss was serious and so she stood to her feet and began to remove her clothes. While she did that, Bimpe’s husband walked closer to her and said, “You are a pretty girl. The only reason I did not take any of your seductive baits was simply that I swore never to touch another woman after my marriage.” “So why do you want to do it now and in your house? You should take me somewhere else at least for your wife’s sake,” Linda suggested. “My wife is dead.” Linda was frozen when she heard that and drew closer to her boss with only her under garments on and put her hands around him before asking, “When did Madam Bimpe die sir?” She was genuinely concerned. Bimpe’s husband put his hands around her and replied, “She is dead in my heart.”

6:20 pm, Bode Thomas Street
Leroy was on the sidewalk pacing hastily, suddenly a Chevrolet SUV stopped for him, the door swung open and he jumped in. Some way behind, were Eve and Stanley in an ash Peugeot 306. They were actually following Chucks who was in Chevrolet SUV when they spotted Leroy. Eve was trying very hard to control herself. She could not believe it that Stanley’s best man on their wedding day could have anything to do with the man who shot them on the night of their wedding. Both Stanley and the guards’ helmsman who was at the back seat of the Peugeot 306 had to restrain her from jumping out of the car and chasing after the Chevrolet SUV with the gun in her hand. “You have to stop Baby! Stop please!” Stanley shouted at Eve barely restraining her. Eve tried to talk but her mouth gave no sound as hot tears ran down her cheek. In the Chevrolet SUV, a frantic conversation was going on between Leroy and Chucks. “Who ordered the hit?” Chucks asked. “I don’t know who, but I got my orders from Emilia. However, there are those above her whom she takes orders from. I think they were the ones who wanted your friends shot on their wedding day. They may be the ones who paid for the videos to be made,” Leroy replied.

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