Bolu
"Good day." Said the girl who flung opened Alex's doors when I had knocked after three rows. She had big eyes, a very tiny nose and a wide mouth. Her medicated glasses were on the bridge of her nose. She was putting on an oversize shirt which I suspected belong to Alex. Jean shorts that displayed her long long legs. She was quite pretty and looked like a fresh face teenager. Jealousy embedded and flowed as I stared from her face to her legs. She was really skinny but had nice straight legs which were a little bit hairy.
"Hey, when you're done checking me out, you can tell me who you are. Okay?" She said as if we were making an agreement. As she frowned at me. She was even two inches taller than me.
MiaI made a decision not to think about all the things I had been through, but I couldn't. Thoughts of it came running through my mind, when I was all alone with my thoughts.I was shot, had a near death experience. I survived a gunshot, I lost my job. I almost got killed for the second time, but was rescued by Alex.Though it sucked living with him, but I had to admit that if it wasn't for him, I would've been dead. He saved me from death twice, and took me in his home. Although, I didn't like him, neither did I hate him. But he was like a savior to me.He was the quiet type, he preferred being in his study when he was at home. If he wasn't in his study, he would be with his dogs. Dogs which I had come to like. Alex w
AlexDammit! I was think about the damn girl again. Thoughts of her always filled my head. I couldn't concentrate on the book infront of me. Her face kept appearing in front of me. I couldn't get her out of my head even when I had sex with Bolu. And I hated it.I poured myself more whiskey and drown the whole content. She was trouble with the Capital T and on the other side temptation.She would probably be asleep by now, looking so soft and harmless, like she was unmarked by anything. Or maybe she was out with the dogs. I wondered if she was cold.Had she eaten? Was she craving for anything?Did she miss her home? Her job? Her old life before this current situation she was in?Why the hell was I continually thinking about
MiaHe stared at me for sometime. With his face devoid of any emotion.I knew he was an introvert. He wasn't very social. He loved being in the quiet, because he was a quiet person."You're a lawyer for christ sake. You work more than you should.""And me working more than I should has made me never to loose any case.""You're here working your ass off, when most lawyers just cram plentiful words, a day to court." I replied, then scoffed to myself.He chuckled when he heard that. But I was serious. He really needed a break. I wondered why he always spent time in his study, when he wasn't even an old person.There was a box of pizza on his executive wooden desk. And my mouth watered at the sight."You want it?" He asked, eyeing me suspiciously.Darn, I had to control my long throat at times.
Unknown POVSomewhere inside the creepy basement of an abandoned house, in a thick and motionless bushy surrounding, was sitted Tunde Ibrahim and his men. That was his hiding place since he escaped from prison several months ago. They had to kill some prison guards, disguised themselves as guards and escaped through the help of some prison guards they had bribed.There was an old classical music playing on the background, as Tunde Ibrahim watched his men fought over who was next to brew coffee, on the old caffein maker. Fighting for food, shouting and yelling at each other. Yelling at the tv were they were watching a football match. Fighting over food, arm wrestling, carrying out fraudulent activities on different systems.Heavy footsteps started descending from what sounde
AlexMia was right, I needed a break. Ever since she left my study, I couldn't concentrate on the book in front of me. I couldn't breath despite the air conditioner was switched on. My whole body was on fire.It was like I was locked up in a cage with no ventilation. It felt like I would collapse if I didn't leave the study. So I left the study.It wouldn't hurt if I took a break from everything. To live a little. Just like she had pointed out. What was it like to be out in the open, just because you had to leave the house?After a quick hot shower, I put on my clothes."Who died?" Asked Mia, when I had knocked on her door, and she flung it open, few seconds later. She had freshened up, and was in clean fresh clothes. With her hair in a bun, and her glas
Alex"Let's go to the karaoke bar." Said Mia as we made our way towards where I had my car parked. It was eight thirty in the evening and a lot of people were heading home."It's late, and I have books waiting for me.""And here comes the old Alex." She pouted, buckling her seat belt. Sleep was completely erased off her eyes this time. And she looked active again. "This is the last I'll ask of you tonight. Please, please, please. I want to sing.""Remind me never to go somewhere with you again, after today." I replied as I started the car. But I didn't mean it, I wanted to go different places with her and try new things just like the way I did today. I wanted her to take shots of me, with me unaware. I wanted to use any means I could get, just to hug her. To get close to
MiaI flicked my one eye open, to the beeping sound of the vexatious alarm clock. Then returned back to sleep. Wondering who the hell put the Alarm clock out.It felt like some one was hitting my head with a hammer, because I was having an heart shattering migraine."Fuck!" I hissed, and then let out a moan that sounded muffled against the pillow I had my face on.When I completely flicked my eyes open my, I was nearly blinded by the harsh aggressive sunlight which, shone through my windows.Who the fuck put the curtains out this time!?Groaning, I pressed my face tight
Alex"I haven't seen Miss Greta today." Mia complained, as she sat down for lunch."I told her to take the day off. She was not feeling too well when she came in.""Oh, poor Greta." That was her reply. And she helped her self with some pancakes and straw berry syrup. I didn't know why I did it, but I poured her a glass of milk."Thanks." She said giving me a beautiful smile. With that, she dug into the food.I ate my pancakes with my eyes fixed on her. I watched her everything, and every movement her hands made. The way she poured more syrup on her pancakes, the way she bit and chewed, savouring every bite with her eyes closed. And moaning in ecstasy. Christ! I just couldn't tak
MiaI was alive, and it was a miracle. Because I had completely given up the ghost, and had woken up, right when I was taken to the morgue.I had survived death twice.After six painful months of getting treated in Indian, I was put on a wheelchair. And the doctor said it could take a year or two, before I could start walking again. Because Tunde Ibrahim had completely broken my legsThe fact that Bolu had taken a bullet for me, and had died, made my respect grew for her. She had exchanged her life for mine. And it was something I would forever remain grateful for. Though I still lived witj guilt, because everything she had suffered before death, was because of me. Was even pregnant for Alex. And had risked her and her baby's life, for mine.Something which always made me cry, inspite of me being in a terrible state.Alex didn't cry out. But it I kne
CharlesThe fact that Bolu was dead was still too hard to comprehend.It had been three weeks after her funeral, and it felt like it was just yesterday. I had cried so much, because I loved her with everything inside of me.She was buried on a cold Friday evening, with her parents and relative crying non-stopingly.Alex didn't join anyone. He had stood and watched from a distance, dressed in all black. Tearing up himself, that I couldn't even hate him anymore.He had cared for Bolu in his own way. And the fact that she had died with his baby, was taking a turmoil on him.I had loss Bolu, but the fact that we were all safe, made me not to feel completely lost.Bolu's death was something that really affected Ruby, that she chose to stay mute and refused anyone coming close to her. She deprived herself off food, personal hygiene, and cried he
AlexAn old woman, and a boy who could barely move his limbs came and held Mia as they wept. At this, I knew it was her grandmother and her cousin brother.My brain couldn't properly align that she was gone.I was still hugging her body to myself, as I wept, until I heard "Bolu."Instantly I snapped my head back, and saw one of the cops rushing to the lady who was on the floor. It was the same lady who had taken the gunshot for Mia.I stared at the lady closely, until I saw that it was Bolu.Taking my mask off, I left Mia in the arms of her grandmother, as I quickly walked up to where she was laying on the floor, in the pool of her own blood.The cop and a little girl was crying so hard, as they held her.And I squated and took one good look at her. Wondering why she was there in the first place. And why she had taken the
AlexWith my eyes, I searched for Mia, but I couldn't see her. It was other people who where tied with ropes, and had rags in their mouths.Tunde Ibrahim who had sustained a bullet on his leg, was on the floor. And he had a gun pointed at a female who was decorated in bruises, and had her clothes coated in blood.I looked closely, and saw that it was Mia.My heart moved to my throat at this, and I felt weak right at that instant.Mia looked half as dead, and I could tell that I stopped breathing.Just as Tunde Ibrahim pulled the trigger, I saw a lady from nowhere diving in to shield Mia away from the bullet.And when the bullet got through her neck, and she slumped heavily on the floor.This happened within the space of two seconds, and I shot Tunde Ibrahim on both hands. Before I rushed in to Mia.She was
AlexThe two cops accompanied me down to the basement, after adding more bullets to their guns.I could recall how Kate had told me, one of them; the tall fair one to be precise. Had saved them, when Tunde Ibrahim had sent a bomb.I knew if I hadn't shot the man who intended shooting him, he would have been as dead. Because he was out of bullets at that time.Him and his colleague had stared at me wide eyed, after I had shot and killed the other Tunde Ibrahim's man, who had wanted to kill the colleague.On getting to the basement, I kicked the door opened with my feet, and gunshots where behind fired at me. But for the fact that I was clad in a bullet proof all through, made no bullet to penetrate into my body.Taking steps backwards, I shot at these men, with the cops at my behind, assisting me.The more we moved backwards, the more they
CharlesMax and I exchanged gunshots with some of Tunde Ibrahim's men. It was really easy, because I was quite scared I was going to be shot dead. Even Max had fear evident in his face. We had our backs against eachother as we hid and shot at these men.It was one of the most difficult situation I had ever been thrown in, because we were surrounded by these men who where shooting at us from different angles. But God was still guiding us.The fact that Tunde Ibrahim had my mom and daughter, was worth panicking. I had no idea what he had done to them. If they were still alive or not.Max and I had killed most of Tunde Ibrahim's men, and it looked like two where still remaining, and hiding at some corner so they could shoot us.Just then, one of Tunde Ibrahim's men jumped out from his hidden place and aimed his gun at me.I tried to shoot at him, but then I r
BoluIt looked like something was on going outside, that most of Tunde Ibrahim's men started running out.Gunshots and screams could be heard.And on seeing how Tunde Ibrahim and the remaining of his men were rendering hefty blows and kicks on Mia, was making me sick.There was a pool of blood on the floor, and Mia's face looked swollenly covered in blood.Guilt stung me deeply, that the pace of my breathing became fast and uneasy. Because it was partially because of me that she was in this condition.I had been blinded by hate and jealousy, to see that Mia was innocent. I knew Alex, he wouldn't fall for a despicable person. He had fallen in love with her for his own reasons.Something I was too angry and jealous to notice.And now, she was thrown into this situation because of me.Like a beast, Tunde Ibra
CharlesThroughout the drive to Tunde Ibrahim's house, Max and I were panicking, to the extent that Max even wet his pants.I was trying so hard to keep my emotions in check, and it really wasn't easy.Tunde Ibrahim had my daughter and my mom, and I didn't even know if they were dead or alive. But I chose to believe that they were alive.Meanwhile, Max had lost all hopes.He broke into tears like a baby, and despite that I was in an anxious state, I still managed to talk to him. That everything was going to be fine, and we'd have our families safely. But Max still refused to believe me. His facial expression was like his world was crumpled, and there was no hope of restoring it.Even me too was scared, because Tunde Ibrahim had my daughter and my mother, but I still managed to stay strong. Because if I acted weak, then it meant I was willing to accept the
AlexOn getting in front of Tunde Ibrahim's house, I made sure I took hold of my bulletproof mask. My whole body was clad in bulletproof, before I wore my clothes.I wore a face cap, so it would be hard to recognize me.Then I banged loudly on the gate, and when I heard a masculine voice demanding who I was, I told him I was the pizza delivery guy.The peephole of the gate was flung opened, and a white milky eye stared at me, and the pizza I was holding in a suspicious manner.Before closing the peephole back. Then my ears kicked in the dangling sounds of heavy keys, which read that the gate was being unlocked.Blowing out a big puff off breath, then waited.The gate was finally jerked opened, and I stepped in.Right there an then, I saw an heavy raccoon of a man, with other shirtless guys who had bullets as necklace, and guns in thei