Mia Werner

Episode 2

"Please sir... please sir. We would pay you up before the end of the month. Please don't take over our property, it's all we've got". A woman crying profusely and begging on her knees with her two young children. Their little belongings were beside them. A big black bag which contains just clothes and some buckets was beside them.

There he is.

He sat opposite them with hus legs crossed and a cigarette in his hands.

He turned deaf ears as he kept puffing like his life depended on it.

Almighty Mia Werner!!.

"Boss, we've moved all their belongings out". A dark skinned man said, probably in his late 30's. He has extremely dark eyes and his hair was not properly trimmed. He was dressed in a starched Khakis and carefully polished high boots with a wireless pods in his ear.

"Lock the door and bring the keys to me" he finally said. His voice sounded husky as he gave an emotionless face. The man, Martins, returned with some set of keys jingling on his hands. He handed it over to Werner who still maintained an emotionless face. 

"Get the car ready, let's leave" he ordered.

As he stood to leave, one of the child crawled to him and held his leg crying and begging for a last chance. Werner kicked him hard in his stomach. He ordered his boys to beat him up

"These shits doesn't get to me, tell your fucking mother to pay my debts" he said as he bent down and spats on the little boy. 

The woman rushed to her son who was bleeding from his mouth. His right eyes was really swollen as he trembled in his mother's hands. 

"Awwn, as much as I want to watch this touching moments, I have other people to treat their fuck up just like yours. See you when you have money ". He winks at them and walked towards his car. His driver, Rodeo, opened the back seat door for him. He strode into his expensive Lamborghini. He smiled.

Fulfillment. 

"Where do we go next? He asked Martins.

Martins brought out a laptop, turned it on and opened a file "DEBTORS". He scrolled down to the names having unpaid. 

"The Alis, 36 Tulum. Their loan was due last month and they are the next in line". He faced the driver and repeated the address. 

Werner looked out the window. He had acquired a lot of properties in few years by loaning people money. The street was busy. The wind blew gently, the trees danced sideways to the tune of the wind causing the leaves littering across the street. People from different angles were starring at the car. They were not expecting this expensive car in a ghetto. 

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The house stood out admist other houses. It was built in the 1900's. The yellow paint has faded down to yellowish brown. The left side of the house painted was fading gradually. The house screamed renovation. 

"Sir, we're here" Martins said.

The car parked in the small compound. On sighting the car, everyone knows who it was. People started running helter skelter. Parents locking their children in. It's no news that he hates kids. The house was made up of 12 single rooms. 6 at the left side and 6 at the right side. The doors were wooden doors with a net strap to design. As if under some kind of force, those owing him went inside and started packing their valuables to hand over to him. He can't take over the house. The debtors are not the owners, they were mere tenants but he can definitely do something worse.

"Oh my!, oh my! You people are making me emotional " He said faking a face.

"Do more of these and see less of trouble "he smirked. 

They all nod as nobody could talk. His presence alone is terrifying. They are all women. Full housewives. 

"Let's head to the casino. This is a long day".

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"Amelia, Amelia" Fiona shook her roughly on the bed. 

"Mom fell off the bed again "

At the mention of mom, she rose swiftly and dashed towards the room. 

"I can't help her up, you dumbass" She said facing Fiona who was pacing around the room. 

"We need to get her to the hospital " she told Fiona again. 

"Where do we get to pay the bills?" Fiona replied with a scornful look.

"So cause we don't have money we should let her die?" She stood up and held her collar planning to hit her on the face. 

"It's hard to believe that after fucking around, we still live in penury".

Fiona has always hated her. They are unidentical twins but never seem to get along. Their Mother, Alice is suffering from blood cancer. Amelia had to quit college since there was no one to fund it. Alice has forever been living on drugs making them live on the little money left. 

"Not again " Mom groaned. She left her collar and raced back to where the woman was lying

"Come on, let's help her ".

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"It happened again " She said as she crys softly on her friend's shoulder. 

"It fucking happened again, Theresa."

"Just be calm, let's hear what the doctor has to say "

Theresa has been her childhood friend. They literally grew up together. 

"The doctor is here" Fiona said interrupting the moment. 

The door opened as a young man came in. Dressed in a black suit and a file in his hands going through it and nodding. 

"Amelia Williams, right".

"Yeah"

"I'm sorry to say this but your mother needs to start her chemotherapy as soon as possible. If not we might lose her".

"Ring... Ring" a phone in her bag jolted them back to life. The doctor excused himself leaving the twins alone in their word.

"You and that bitch you call a sister should not resume here" a hoarse voice said over the phone.

"Sir... Our mot....."

"Do you want to ruin me? No tell me, did you raise capital for me? Why are you after my life?"

"I'm sorry sir"

"Either way, don't return here. Thank you"

She dropped the call and shrugged

"We just got sacked"

"I'm not surprised tho, half of our salary has been deducted already. We sure gonna treat his fuck up but first thing first".

Amelia giggled on hearing treat his fuck up and remembered the couple of people they have beaten.

"Excuse me... clears throat..." Theresa interrupted them, "What next"?!