UGO
I climbed down carefully from the grey van that picked me up from the house. I was going to see a cartel Boss. So there are quite a lot of things that could happen today. It's either I end up dead or I succeed in striking a good deal that will keep my father alive and give my family enough time to pay up the crazy-absurd debt they leveled against my Father. If the stars are in my favor, the money might even be forgiven. But in all, one of these things was going to happen today, and I prayed my dead body wouldn't be drawn out of the industrial-looking premises. As I stood looking around, I got a nudge behind from one of the men. "Move!" He barked at me and like a crippled roach revealed by a light from a handheld torch. I had to put both of my feet to good use. One of the men walked in front, leading the way, while two others walked behind me. "Stop." A voice from a guard stationed at the gate said to us. "She's going to go in blindfolded." He read out a rehearsed instruction and pushed a blindfold to one of the men behind me. "My apologies Reina." One of the men with a crooked smile said as he grabbed and fastened the blindfold over my eyes, pulling it across my face and ensured it behind my ears. 'My apologies Reina,' his words came back to me. Who the hell was Reina? Blindfolded and blind in other words, two hands grabbed each arm and started leading me forward. It was a chore to get me inside the building. At one point, I couldn't help but wonder if the blindfold was necessary. Maybe when we got to where we were going, they could use it on me, but obviously not when I still had stairs to climb. We climbed the few stairs carefully. I listened and noted when a door was pushed open and we stepped inside. Carefully, I was pushed to an empty seat and told to wait for the Boss. First chapter done and successful, second chapter about to start. I didn't realize when I started a silent prayer begging God to spare my life one more time. I started counting numbers to ascertain the exact amount of time It would take the Boss to come. Counting the time is something I do a lot and have become familiar with. It was something I do whenever I'm baiting a client and I wanted to know how much time it would take them to take the bait. At three hundred and eighty-five, the door to the room opened. My ears became more than active as I listened carefully to pick up even the slightest sound. "Leave us." A voice said and I heard footsteps leaving the room until the last of them closed the door behind him. Forty-six seconds of silence passed before the voice came up again. "Yes, you wanted to speak to me." I quickly shifted in my chair. After the call the previous night, I had spent the rest of the night imagining what the Boss would look like. But of course, I would never know. But I expected him to sound way older, somewhere between fifty to seventy years. But the voice I heard sounded young, dark, and refreshing. I cleared my throat quickly. "Yes sir. I...I came on behalf of my father." I replied finding it rather easier to speak since I had a blindfold on. There was no room to gauge emotions or anything of such. Just a blind lady expressing herself. "Yes?" I heard it, the impatience in his voice. Carefully I pushed my seat aside, kicked my feet gently in circles to be sure I wouldn't get hurt. Then I went on my knees. This was a do-or-die affair. I had to go back home with something. "Please sir. My father is sorry. He didn't mean to upset you. I promise we'll pay up every single dime he owes you sir." "What do you want from me?" I swallowed hard and spoke up. "Time sir." "Time for what exactly?" He asked. "Time to pay up sir. Two months is too short to pay back the money. I really need more time. Please....." "And how on earth do you plan on paying back?" He started moving. I heard the subtle sound from his shoes. Calculated, calm and stylish, the sound of the soles of his shoe told me exactly how he was moving. "The last I checked, Fairview is not such a safe place for you anymore. Neither is anywhere else. So, how do you want to pay back five hundred million dollars even in one year." The moment of truth came. Whoever this man is, he knows a few more things about my family. Not just general knowledge. "How.....how do you know that sir?" I had to ask. "Because I've been the one keeping you alive for the longest time. The two times I withdrew my men from you, you ended up at the hospital." I stiffened. Okay, I stand to be corrected. I think he knows almost everything about me. "I don't understand sir." "Ugo Chike." I heard my name being mentioned in the softest, most sensual way that tiny balls of bumps spread through my skin 'whatdahell!' "I've been protecting you since you took up the Morello case. If you go back out there without my protection, you might end up in a bloody bag in days." He replied. "But why," I gasped out, wondering why he would do such a thing for me. I felt gentle fingers trace the corners of my eyes. Snap! The blindfold came off and I stumbled over when I saw the man standing before me. His voice should have given him away, but I refused to add the dots because how could he be who I'm thinking he is. "Hollis." I could only afford a whisper. He nodded. No smile, no introductions, no further explanation, nothing. A series of emotions surged through me. I remained kneeling, not knowing who I was really dealing with aside from the fact that he once asked me to be his woman and I refused. With trembling hands and a voice filled with trepidation, I pleaded with him to spare my father from the consequences of his debt. The real picture was now clearer. I won't be able to clear out that debt in two months and whatever reason he had for leveling up such debt on my father, it must have been well calculated. Even if I decide to borrow from my best friend, Daisy won't have five hundred million dollars lying around somewhere. A hundred, two or even five hundred thousand, yes. But millions, that was too much money. "I'd do anything please. He's all I've got. My parents are all I've got." I pleaded again. I watched his expression go from bored to uninterested then to amusement while I begged for mercy, offering anything I could in return for his forgiveness. He watched me from under his thick lashes, throwing calculating gaze my way, while in what seemed to be deep thoughts. After what seemed like a long moment of contemplation, his lips curved into a sensual smile. A smile that gave me butterflies. Locking his gaze to mine, he pulled out an envelope from his jacket inner pocket. He dropped it on the table and finally spoke in a voice as cold as steel. He made me an offer that sent chills down my spine..... "I have a proposal that would benefit all the parties involved." He pointed to the envelope. "Go ahead." I almost tore the thing open as my hands searched for the contents of the envelope. I pulled it open. It was an agreement between myself and him. I shook with disappointment. What was happening? How did we go from two to a hundred in just minutes. He agreed to forgive my father's debt in full but in return...... "I don't understand." The content of the envelope fell off my shaky hands. Hollis pulled a playful smile. "You seem to have taken this better than I thought. So, what would it be, Ugo." He stood in front of me in the most seductive pose I've ever seen, e.v.e.r "Stay with me for a year and I'll forgive your father's debt." He looked at me, his eyes full of unspoken words and unexpressed emotions. "I looked down on the floor and shook my head. "You said this would be good for everyone involved, but this won't be good for me." I almost cried at this point. "It would be perfect for you, contrary to what you think. It would offer you protection and so much more than I can speak of yet. I'll give you time to think about this. thirty minutes is all you have." He declared and left the room. I burst into tears. I wailed, I yelled, I sobbed, and literally drowned in my own tears. But it didn't change the fact that my time was ticking and I had to at one point put myself together and make a decision while putting all the parties involved into consideration. I was shocked and appalled by his audacious proposal, I felt a surge of conflicting emotions. The thought of being under the control of such a man filled me with revulsion, but the desperate hope of saving my family pushed everything away. When the door opened up later, I was much calmer and my thoughts were clearer. All I asked for was a pen and I signed at the spot that had my name and space for signature. I knew even without being told that I've just signed a deal with the devil. But the incentives that came with signing such a deal was good enough for me. "It's just one year and I will get back to my life."There was a flash of light and distant noises. My head felt like someone was taking an ice pick and pouring heavy chipping on my skull. I decided that death couldn’t be this painful, so I'm probably not dead or is this what hell is supposed to feel like. My eyes pried open, and a light came flashing again. This was followed by a groan, like a bear cub. 'was that me?' I managed to flutter my eyes open without anyone’s help. Inches away from my face, someone was holding a pen-sized flashlight. I couldn’t focus enough to see him, but I could definitely smell him. Light scent of woodberry and some chemicals I remember enduring the mixing process once I snuck into the chemistry laboratory during practicals that were meant for students offering science courses. The ceiling was swimming. I thought I was going to vomit, and I had to let my eyelids drop to stop the spinning. Slowly, the muffled sounds became words. "What’s your name, sweetheart." Asked the man with the flashlight.
With a stiff neck, I scanned my surroundings. there wasn’t much to decipher. I was in a small room, lit only by the bedside lamp that was on the table next to the bed. There was an armchair with a rose velvet cushion in one corner. The walls were bland and frameless. After waiting for another bout of nausea to pass, I went to the window, holding on to the small table as support for my shaky frame. Outside, a yellow cab was waiting at a red light on an otherwise empty street. I couldn’t decide if I was still in Lilycity. I thought I had a fair recognition of the clock tower that stood at the center of the city square, but it was too distant and I was too tired to be sure. My hand pressed against the glass. I closed my eyes until the dizziness passed, then slowly and painfully moved to the door of the bedroom and placed my ear against its smooth white surface. I could hear a Television echoing in the background and hushed voices, but nothing else. I twisted the doorknob, expecti
The next time I woke up, the sun was already setting. I was feeling better, rested, though my joints and muscles ached from the lack of movement. As for the bump on my head, it was only sensitive to touch. there was no more throbbing. The bedroom door had been left open. As soon as the smell of food tickled my nose, my stomach grumbled. The last meal I had eaten was the vegetable sauce my mother made specially for me. How long ago was that? My brain was still too foggy to count back the hours or the days. The thought of my mother sent chills down my spine. I haven't heard from my parents and I knew they would be worried sick. Letting my stomach do the thinking, I got out of bed and shuffled to the door barefooted. The only source of light came from the other end of the hall. I passed a small, white-tiled foyer and what looked like a front door, or a way to escape. The door had five different locks on it. I kept going while I tried to calculate how long it would take me to g
I was awakened by the distant sound of the television. Immediately I opened my eyes, I saw Maxine cropped up on a chair at the end of the room. "Welcome back to the land of the living," he muttered. "Where are we?" I croaked, sitting up on the bed and surveying the empty room that had only a bed and a television. Maxine stretched his arms, and sighed. "Home, The Garden." "Thank God." I sighed, before realizing what he meant. "You mean your home is referred to as The Garden?" "Mhmm." He hummed. "Gross." I spat out. "It's a good name." He stood up. "Hollis totally owe me for this." He murmured and left the room, not even saying a goodbye or any other word. My throat felt raw, and my body, emotionally exhausted. I could feel dark isolation seeping through the room like deep depression. I just wanted to go home, to go shopping, boat cruises, clubhouses and the courtroom. I wanted my life back. But even I know I couldn't. Not with the continuous attempt on my life and
Rocco and I followed the overly large corridor and came to the foot of the stairs. We climbed the stairs quietly. He kept mute all through while I hung my head low, tired and withdrawn. We made it through the double rows of stairs and came to a closed door. Rocco placed his thumb in a scanner placed beside the wall and the door clicked open. When he closed it behind me, he tried to flash a smile but decided against it. Maybe because It didn't seem like I was interested. "The door is bulletproof," he told me. But I didn't respond. We passed through a quiet, smaller, short corridor and came to another closed door. He punched a couple of numbers, and just like the other one, the door opened up again, and we stepped into the most lovely sitting room I've ever set my eyes on. I don’t know what I thought the home of a man like Hollis would be like. But this was definitely the real definition of wealth. It was homey. I guess I thought a man like him would be all about that awful, in
I moved past the bed to the far end of the room and saw an explicit and carefully painted image of Einstein. Perfect and looking original. That alone was proof that Hollis was a lover of art. Everything about the painting was soothing to my spirit. Done with a general survey of the bedroom, I walked over to the bathroom. A low groan of satisfaction shot through me because it was the bathroom of my dreams with its glass shower enclosure with multiple shower heads as well as a bathtub at one end. The sleek design, modern-looking accessories, and perfect lighting made me gasp in appraisal. The interior decorator deserves everything beautiful. The thoughtful ensemble all came together to give the space a sexy look. A look that I haven't even seen in movies before. The oval moss-green bathtub was to the side of the space. Same as the double sink vanities. Even the sinks themselves and the toilet were the same color as the bathtub. Everything looked so perfect, enchanting, and invi
"That's your bed. I'm yet to see mine." I said, voice rough. That damn brow of his arched again, and I decided it was a condescending movement. And I hated him even more for it. "It's your bed, too, now," he said, shrugging. "I'd rather sleep on the floor," I grumbled. Hollis ignored me. "I'm sure you have some questions." He started, taking a seat on his part of the bed. "I'm here to answer all of them." "Beautiful," I mumbled. "What are my clothes doing in there?" I pointed to the closet door." "Ugo, sit down on the bed, let's talk. You can't sit on the floor." I hesitated. "Come on....... you don't have to be mad at me forever. I'll tell you anything you want. But first, you need to sit down here." He tapped the bed, making a sound. "Fair enough," I said and slowly stood up from the floor. I went over to the other side of the bed that was meant to be mine and sat down, facing the wall, with an enormous space between us. "So...." I waited. "I had to protect you. Part of the
"What about the victim's husband?" "Dead." "His lover that you spoke about?" "Dead." "This Frick of a guy." "He'll be dead soon." "God, he deserves it for putting me in this mess. I was just a pawn in his stupid game." "I'll make sure to squeeze out an apology from him before killing him. Do you want that?" Surprisingly, I nodded before recollecting what my nod meant. "I....... I don't mean it like......" "You'll have it, Ugo. Anything you wish. Don't feel sorry about a thing. You want something, own up to it. Now sit on the bed." I pulled myself up on the bed hurriedly. "So what now?" My voice was low, all that anger thrown a thousand miles away. "Do you still think I did the wrong thing having you here with me?" He waited. I shook my head, "I don't know." "That's a better answer." He said. "I know you still have more questions, but I think we've had enough for today." I honestly agreed with him. I've had enough for one day. One more revelation from him, and I might ju