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7:15 am, The Maxwell Corporation
Maxwell stepped out of his limousine and ambled toward the grand lobby of Maxwell Corporation building. Three streets away, on the twelfth floor of a hotel building, a sniper perched on the window of his room. He focused his thermal rifle scope and aimed at Maxwell with his finger on the trigger. Before Maxwell could step into the lobby, the sniper squeezed the trigger; lumps of flesh and arterial blood exploded into the air from the back of Maxwell’s head and he slumped to the ground in a heap. The sniper slowly pulled his weapon into his room and closed the curtain. In front of the Maxwell Corporation building, there was chaos. Security men fired shots in every direction not knowing where the bullet came from. On the floor, Maxwell was in the throes of death, choking in his pool of blood.

7:18 am, Bimpe’s House
Mr. Femi, Bimpe’s husband, was still in bed with Linda, his secretary. He had spent the night with her and had slept very little. When his phone rang, he sighed and was minded to ignore it. But when his two other lines began to ring simultaneously, he dragged himself out of bed and picked the call on his major phone line. The call was from a Desert Scorpion hit man. “Mr. Femi, Maxwell is down. Once we pick up Mayo and your wife, we will let you know.” Mr. Femi stood up and went into the bathroom. In there he lowered his voice and said, “If picking up Bimpe and Mayo alive would prove difficult, waste them and bring me Mayo’s testicles. I still want them.” “You will get them sir,” the scorpion guy said before the phone line went dead. Back in his room, Mr. Femi climbed into his bed and began to kiss Linda from her belly up to her breasts. “You promised me a lap dance, can I get it now?” he asked. Linda nodded shyly and rolled out of bed.

Twenty minutes later she was busy giving Mr. Femi a lap dance. The two of them were stopped cold when Mayo and a masked man broke into the bedroom. Mayo had a Springfield XD automatic Pistol and handled it menacingly. Mr. Femi was expecting Mayo to shoot him and Linda, but what he said stunned him. “Get dressed with your mistress sir. Someone has ordered a hit on you. Bimpe wants me to take you to safety.” Linda did not waste a moment; before Mayo could finish his words she was already on her feet, struggling into her undergarments. Mr. Femi was in shock and found it hard to believe. Mayo studied him for a moment and asked, “You don’t believe it that Bimpe sent me to protect you, do you? Look sir, Bimpe did all the stuffs you saw in the videos and worse. But what she cannot do is watch you die. You have done her no wrong.”

Mr. Femi pointed his finger at Mayo and asked, “Are you not Mayowa Folarin?” and moved closer to him as if he would start a fight. “Yes, I am. I think I know why you are asking who I am sir,” Mayo replied. “Do you?” “Yes, and this is not the right time and place to discuss it. Get dressed sir, the guys after you will kill everyone in here when they arrive.” Reluctantly Mr. Femi began to dress up. Some fifteen minutes later, he and Linda were smuggled out of his house to some unknown location. While Mr. Femi and Linda were left in a lush room. Mayo placed a call to Bimpe to inform her that her husband had been moved to safety. “Bim, Femi has been moved out of the house. In the next two hours the news of his death will hit the media. I planned it in such a way everyone will believe he is dead. He has found himself a pretty babe to warm himself up.” “Thanks a lot Mayo. When I am done speaking with you, I would like to speak with my husband.” “I think that will help to settle him a lot. He thinks I came to kill him. He recognized my face from the videos.” “What?! Why didn’t you wear a mask?” “I wanted him to know the face saving his ass. I doubt he will come after me after this gesture. It is a mind game. I am good at it Bimpe, relax.” “Maxwell is dead. Are you aware of that? I think my husband made the call.” “I think so too. But it is no skin off my nose. I think I would do worse if I was in his shoes.”

Bimpe sighed deeply and shot her eyes. She searched her mind about what to do and then asked, “Mayo, what if he already has sent assassins after us?” “I think he has. There is no doubt about it. I have three out of his four children. If he doesn’t come after me, I would be surprised.” “Should we kill him then?” “No. He has done no wrong. I want to walk the high road with him. We hurt him first, and he is doing what a man in his position would do.” “I am scared, Mayo.” “You shouldn’t be. Stay under until I sort all this out. Emilia pulled some strings which brought us to where we are right now. I will fix it all soon. Stay under and do nothing.” “I will try.” After that Mayo went back into the room where Mr. Femi and Linda were and gave him the phone to speak with his wife.


10:45 pm, Orange Resort
Martin Sekibo began to shake when Chucks and his men opened their torture tool box. Chucks pulled a seat and sat in front of him. Removing his phone from his pocket, he played a clip of the scandalous sex video for Sekibo and asked, “Who made this video and the others? I want you to tell me all you know about the videos.” Sekibo tried to say something but it came out muffled because his mouth was covered. Seeing he wanted to talk, Chucks outlined for him the rules he must observe for things to end well between them. “I am going to remove the gag from your mouth, but if you shout, I will shoot you on the head and then go to your house to slaughter your wife and children.” The mention of his wife and children really got to him. He nodded, signaling he would stick to the rules. Chucks stood up and removed the gad from his mouth. “Now start talking,” Chucks said. He had a tape recorder on.

Meanwhile in the restaurant, Eve, Stanley and their squad were still waiting for Chucks and his men to come out. The man to whom Emilia’s house address was sent to had sent them his findings. According to him, the house into which Leroy entered belonged to a certain Amina Houghton. The guy also believed that the house was being occupied by its owner, who may have other aliases. Eve and Stanley could not wait to get to know who she was. All they could deduce so far was that the Amina Houghton, Chucks and Leroy were all working together. To get a hang of what was really going on, Stanley decided that they should pick Chucks up and question him. The way they planned it, they would use Chucks to lure out the man who shot them in the night of their wedding. They still did not know his name, but they were confident a few pieces of the puzzle would begin to fit into their places by the time they speak with Chucks and the shooter.

10:50 pm, Bay Apartments
For days Chucks stalled about telling Lizzy the truth about the sort of life he lived with his friends and why some people were after them. Lizzy was determined to get the truth from him, but somehow Steve kept evading her questions, using the precarious situation around them as his excuse.  To get he answers she wanted, Lizzy decided to pull a stunt on Steve. Steve had sneaked out of the hotel where they hid to go buy some things they needed. By the time he came back he met Lizzy on the phone with a senior police officer, Lizzy was hysterical, narrating their ordeal to the officer. Steve did not like the idea. He and his friends had so much dirt on them that they all decided not to get the police involved. For Lizzy to have called the police and told them all she knew meant trouble. Steve grabbed the phone from her, dropped the call and checked how long she had been talking. He was shocked to see she had been on the phone for twenty minutes. Chucks was beside himself with anger and fear. “You should never have done this Lizzy! You shouldn’t!!” “Since you won’t tell me why some people want us dead, and the reason they are flying nude pictures of you and I about. I have decided to get the police involved. I am as taxpayer. It is my right to involve law enforcement agents when I feel my life is in danger!”

Steve could see how determined she was and so began to plead with her, “Babe, you can’t talk to the police. I will tell you all you want to know. Just promise me you won’t run away. Trying to leave me now might put you in grave danger.” “No, you are wrong. Knowing you was what put me in trouble in the first place. Steve, if you want me to remain in your life, you have to tell me the truth.” Steve took her hand and led her to a seat and began to narrate to her some of the things he thought he could tell her without doing much damage to his ego or letting her know how spoilt and evil he really was. “I got into bad habits back when I lived in Italy. You know the sex business in Italy, I really got into it. My unfaithfulness to you has nothing to do with my not loving you. I am madly in love with you! My problem is that I have now become a slave of my own sexual desires. I and my friends are the same. We come together to have sex in the most twisted ways you can imagine. I am very sorry…” Steve began to cry deliberately to get Lizzy’s pity. “I am hooked to sexual drugs. The ones I gave you, I hardly can do without them,” he continued.

Lizzy had not seen him cry, somehow, watching him cry made her feel better. She did not pity him, but oddly enough wanted him to cry much more. “People do not want us dead because you sleep with your friends and regularly use sex drugs. There is more to what is happening and you haven’t told me much. I think someone wants to destroy our marriage because of what you did to his marriage. Why would anyone strip me nude at gunpoint, take photos of me with naked men, and also send to me pictures of you and your friend in sexual acts? It is clear whoever is after us wants our marriage destroyed. He or she is out for revenge. I knew somehow that you were cheating on me but not at this scale.” Steve tried to give her a plausible answer but no words came through. His mind was blank; he tried desperately to explain all that was happening but could not. Finally, he had to tell her something close to the truth, “There are ladies I have had sex with whose husbands are after me. They want to pay me back for what I did.”

“I suppose it won’t be difficult for you if I call them to settle all this by giving them an offer to spend a night with me in a hotel of their choice. I want us to stop running and go back to our children,” Lizzy said, deliberately pulling his legs. Steve’s heart began to beat fast; he could not imagine other men doing to his wife what he did to other women. Steve could not bring himself to tell his wife that he had children with some women outside their marriage. He would not mention to his wife that many university girls he gave pendulum had died in his hands while having sex with them. He knew he would never tell her about the videos making rounds amongst certain people or about his roles in their making. Steve kept mum about his life as a professional killer, both in Italy and in Lagos. “Has your filthy lifestyle anything to do with Eve and Stanley being shot in the night of their wedding,” Lizzy asked expecting her husband to lie to her as usual. Steve swallowed hard and began to sweat. He had not mentioned the shooting to Lizzy, she must have picked it up from the media. “You know; I have been wondering why you never mentioned for once to me the shooting of your friends. Isn’t it striking that all these began after the shooting? Was Stanley a gigolo like you too?” While Steve wondered how to answer Lizzy’s questions, a maid in the hotel was coming to their room to deliver to Lizzy a parcel containing the scandalous videos. Yet again those after them were able to find them using the chip placed in her Sony camera.

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