Gina...
As I’m getting the table ready for breakfast , a knock on the door disturbs me. I quickly run to the door with the hope that it's the mail man. The moment I open the door, I'm surprised by Ronald, Dee's husband standing right in front of me. Wonder, thoughts and anger filled my head. I wanted to scream "Get the fuck out of my house!" but something stopped me. I was failing to talk. No words could express how I feel right now. Should I call the police or hear what he has to say?
"Before you tell me to leave, please hear me out. I need to talk to Dee, please." He begged me to stay. How can he do that? He thinks that he can come to my house and get what he wants? He thought wrong!
"Dee does not want to see you. You have wronged her. You think you can just come here and talk her out of your mess?"
"No Gina, that's not it. All I want is to apologize."
"No, you can no
Ronald... "Tola, I told you not to come back in town. What the fuck do you want?" "Relax Ronald. I am not here to crush a marriage that's already died. I am here to talk about your child!" "I know that you have a child called Daniela. A baby girl. I know everything bitch!" "Oh, okay. Interesting. Now we need to talk about the parenting issue because she also need to see her father. In fact, she needs to have a relationship with her father." This bitch has the power to come back and act like she's my boss! She's way out of control and I need to put a stop into this! "How old is this child?" "She's two okay. why you asking?" "You don't ask questions. You answer
Gina...The fact that I have to work, living Dee by herself makes me sick. I am really worried about her. If I could live work and run back home just to check up on her, that would be better. I can't do that because my boss is not around the office. She is away on business. She left me in change of everything. so I can't just go and live the office. I have to be a good leader if I want the promotion she told me about. Since I can't go check up on Dee, I have to send someone!"Boss, can I come in?" That's it! I will send Billy to check up on her. Billy is my Personal assistant. He is very friendly and loves traveling around my car. If I send him, he will do as he is told."Billy, please come in.""Ah, are you okay? You look like... shit."
"What took you so long?""Don't ask me shit. I was taking a shower. I am a lady. I must take my time when I am doing things.""Okay, now that's more like it. I can see the fire in you. The water gave you power didn't it?""Whatever dude.""Don't yeah dude me. You know I'm right.""When you say you got me food, you were talking about this? KFC?""Yeah. I got you their hot wings, chips and Burger. You can't complain about that cause you know that it's delicious!"His right. I do enjoy the hot wings and Burger from KFC. The meat, can't say much about. It's not on my list. It's just not my favorite. "I will need a lift Billy.""Now you talking my language. Where to?""We will first go to my house, then we will go to my doctor's house after that."
Ronald..."Boss, we have someone approaching the front door.""Hide everything. We don't want drama. No one must find put what we are doing here!""Guys, please don't do this. Do not kill me. I promise, I don't know anything about your child or any woman named Tola. Please!""Shut the fuck up!" This doctor is getting into my nervous. He has been playing cool ever since I got here. He does not want to talk. They must have given him enough money to keep his mouth shut. I need to use more power. The only way I'm gonna get answers is of I was his family. Early on when I got here, he was on the phone with his wife and children, or so he says.Flashback ...I have been knocking on the door. This guy is taking his time to open the door. I just pray that he is home. If not, my plan may fail!"You may come in Sir." After long time of k
Ronald...I never thought Dee was capable of doing anything like this. watching her over the camera as she acts like the boss, turns me on. I never thought she had that much fire in her. Today she made me proud. At first when I saw her approaching the front door, I thought she had something to so with all this shit. Now that I see that she knew nothing, it makes me happy that she is fighting to find the truth."Guys, let's go downstairs. I am ready to hear the truth from that son of a bitch!""Yes Boss!".....Divine...."You said you gonna talk, now talk! I don't have the whole day!""Baby stop this!"What fuck is Ronald doing here? And how the fuck did he get here? D
Tola...(Thoughts)I don't understand why Doctor Haddon was sleeping at this time of the day. This is unlike him. I hope that he is not lying to me. Plus, I gave enough money to keep his mouth shut. If he fear tries to act smart with me, he knows that I will kill him. My plans are all working. At first, I wanted to live Ronald and Dee alone but Now, I want my man back. I must win. I won't let the stupid win.I mean, what does she have that I don't have? A child? Well if that the case, I took her child away. Now the child is mine! She will never find out. She will always think that her child died while I do the mommy duties for her. It's that easy......."Doctor Haddon, we have a problem.""What is the problem?""I went to the hospital to look for you and they told me that she left early. You must be on a meeting with some other tall guy."
Divine...When I looked down the sight of a gun and took aim straight to Tola's left knee, I didn't even bother to think about it twice. I just slowly exhaled and pull the trigger. Boy, it felt good. The explosion of sensations, from a bright muzzle flash and body-jolting recoil to an ear-splitting bang and acrid smell of burnt gunpowder made me happy for some reason. I know that I should be shocked of my actions but nope, I enjoyed it to the fullest.For some reason, I felt like a thrill kill. I felt like a character in a movie who is premeditated. Is this "hedonistic mass killing?" I think I need help right after I kill Tola!!"You know Tola, I am beginning to love this. I feel like it's my gift and if you don't start talking, I don't know what I'm gonna do to you. You think I'm weak, I'll show you weak!" I could see the fear in Tola's eyes. She wanted to speak but she aaw the anger in me. I was ready and willing
The Next day....Divine....I can't believe Ron. I mean, how can he let Tola and the doctor go after what they did to us? Those people were supposed to die in order for everyone to be safe. They not good people anyways. why should you feel sorry for them? I don't understand Ron's methods but he better be right. If not, I will put a gun in both the doctor and Tola's head. Oh, also Ron's head cause this was all his idea and it failed!"You better be right Ron.""I am right Baby, just relax. You will get the chance to kill those people but not now. We need their sources okay!""Fine, whatever you say. Let me go check on my children.""I love you...""I love you too. Please also, dont forget that today we have to talk
As I entered our rented house, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room. Ronald was seated on the couch, engrossed in a book, his presence a comforting anchor in the tranquil space.I couldn't contain my excitement as I approached him, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Ron, you won't believe the incredible morning I had!"He looked up, his eyes meeting mine with curiosity. "Tell me all about it," he said, bookmarking his page and setting the book aside.Settling onto the couch beside him, I launched into the tale of my encounter with Neo—the shared connection, the laughter, the TikTok videos, and the heartfelt conversations that flowed effortlessly between us.Ron listened attentively, his expression a mix of interest and concern. "It sounds like you had a wonderful time," he remarked, a hint of a smile on his lips."Oh, it was more than wonderful," I gushed, remembering our morning filling me with joy. "Neo is amazing, Ron. We connected on many
**Time Gap: Several Years Later** The African savanna stretched before me, a vast and untamed tapestry of nature's beauty. The sun's warm embrace painted the landscape in hues of gold and amber, while the gentle breeze carried with it the symphony of nature's melodies—the rustling leaves, the distant calls of wildlife, and the soft murmur of a nearby stream. Seated on a blanket spread atop the earthy ground, I watched with a contented smile as our children explored the wilderness. Their excitement was palpable, infectious as they ventured into the unknown with the curiosity and wonder that only the African landscape could ignite. Our daughter's laughter filled the air as she playfully chased after a mischievous monkey, her eyes alight with youthful joy. Our son's voice joined the chorus as he pointed out the elephants bathing in a nearby watering hole, his face illuminated by the awe of discovery. A short distance away, Ronald worked with skilled efficiency at the grill, the aroma o
The aftermath of the confrontation with Uncle Ben weighs heavily on my mind. The tension in the air is palpable as Ronald, and I sit in our dimly lit living room, surrounded by the comfort of our home. Our children play nearby, blissfully unaware of the storm in our hearts.Ronald's face is a mask of determination, but I can see the flicker of doubt in his eyes. I know he's wrestling with the consequences of the heist, just as I am. We had thought we were invincible, that no one could touch us, but Uncle Ben's actions have shaken that belief."What are we going to do, Ronald?" I ask, my voice trembling with uncertainty. "We can't go on like this. Uncle Ben won't rest until he's taken revenge."Ronald sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. "I know, Dee. I know we've stirred up a hornet's nest, and we must be careful."As I watch our children play, my heart aches with worry. They are so young and innocent, and I fear our actions have put them in danger. We had thought we were prot
Uncle Ben's Point of ViewThe sun rises on a new day, but all I see is red. Anger consumes me as I wake up to the shocking discovery of the heist. My prized machinery, the very heart of my power within the mafia, is gone, replaced by a haunting note that warns of consequences. Ronald and Dee, once friends I thought I could trust, have crossed a line they can't come back from.As I read the words on the note repeatedly, my anger intensifies. "This is a reminder of the consequences of crossing Ronald." They've dared to challenge and humiliate me and will pay dearly for their treachery. The rage inside me threatens to explode like a volcano, but I must control it. I can't let my emotions cloud my judgment; I must plan this carefully.Strategic planning has become my sole focus. I know a confrontation with Ronald might be dangerous, and I can't afford to be reckless. I need to strike when he least expects it when he feels safe and secure.Gathering allies is my first step. I reach out to
The sun rises on a new day, casting a golden hue over the cityscape. As I step into the morning light, my mind races with the events of last night's party. The thrills of the celebration and the tension of Uncle Ben's unexpected appearance still linger in the air, and I can feel a storm brewing.I know I can't let Uncle Ben's intrusion go unpunished. My reputation in the mafia is at stake, and I can't afford to show weakness. I need to teach him a lesson he will never forget, something that will remind him of the consequences of crossing me.But as the excitement of the heist plans takes hold, I can't help but feel a tinge of unease. Dee senses my inner turmoil and places a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Ronald," she says softly, her voice steady, "I understand why we need to do this, but let's not lose sight of who we are. We're better than resorting to this kind of violence."Her words resonate with me, and doubt creeps into my mind for a moment. But I push it aside, reminding mys
The sun dipped below the horizon, glowing warmly over the vibrant decorations adorning the house. Guests began arriving at the much-anticipated South African heritage party, their eyes immediately drawn to the captivating tapestries and paintings that adorned the walls. Laughter and chatter filled the air as old friends reunited and new connections were forged. As the guests entered the kitchen, they were greeted by the enticing aromas that danced in the air. Ronald, beaming with pride, served platters of boerewors, marinated chicken, and tender lamb chops, each dish infused with the rich flavours of South African spices and cooking techniques. The guests couldn't help but marvel at the colourful array of dishes, engaging in enthusiastic discussions about their favourites and the unique tastes that defined South African cuisine. As everyone settled down at the beautifully arranged table, their eyes lingered on the African-inspired centrepieces and the traditional woven baskets fille
As I wake up on the day of the party, excitement courses through my veins. The house is buzzing with anticipation, and I can feel the energy in the air. Today, we will bring our vision to life and create a celebration that embodies the vibrant tapestry of our South African heritage.I step into the kitchen, where Ronald is already hard at work. The enticing aromas of spices and grilled meats waft through the air, creating an irresistible allure. The fragrant embrace of coriander, cloves, and cinnamon tickles my senses, mingling with the earthy aroma of rooibos tea brewing on the stove. The tantalising scents envelop the room, making my stomach growl in anticipation and filling me with a deep sense of contentment.The kitchen is alive with the sounds of sizzling meats and bustling activity. The rhythmic crackling of boerewors on the grill serenades my ears, accompanied by the sizzle of marinated chicken as it dances on the hot grates. The occasional clatter of pots and pans, the gentle
As I sat with Ronald at our kitchen table, notebooks and recipe books scattered before us, excitement filled the air. The preparations for our upcoming party were in full swing, and we were fully immersed in the joyous whirlwind of planning."Ronald, let's start with the menu," I suggested, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "We can't celebrate without some mouth-watering South African dishes."His eyes lit up with anticipation as he leaned closer, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "Dee, this is our chance to showcase the diverse flavours of our heritage, to treat our loved ones to the delicious tastes that make South African cuisine so special."I eagerly flipped through the recipe book pages, my heart fluttering with anticipation as I landed on the section dedicated to traditional favourites. "Boerewors, Cape Malay curry, Malva pudding, Chakalaka & pap, Braai/Shisa nyama, Bunny chow, Amarula Don Pedro, Vetkoek, Sosaties, Sambals... We have a treasure trove of options
As the car pulls into the driveway, relief washes over me. It has been a long day, and I'm eager to reunite with Ronald and share the unfolded events. I gather the shopping bags filled with the items I've chosen for the upcoming party.Entering the house, I'm greeted by the comforting scent of home-cooked food wafting from the kitchen. The sounds of laughter and chatter float through the air, wrapping me in a warm embrace. Ronald stands at the stove, tending to a delicious meal that awaits us."Hey, honey," Ronald says, his eyes lighting up as he sees me. "Welcome back. Dinner is almost ready."I smile, grateful to be home with my loving family. "Thank you, Ronald. It's good to be back."Our three-year-old twins run towards me, their tiny arms outstretched. I lift them up, peppering their cheeks with kisses. Their giggles fill the room, momentarily lifting the weight of the outside world.After settling the children down to play, Ronald and I find a moment alone in the living room. I