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 pray my dead body won'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 baritone voice from a guard stationed at the gate yelled at 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 was something I do a lot and I'm now 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 small for me 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. Series of emotions surfed 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 agreement 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, I 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 as clearer. All I asked was for 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 was probably not dead or this was what hell was supposed to feel like. My eyes were 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 flashli
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, the sunsetting sky was of resilient palettes of shady hues, and I was peering over the shadows of endless rooftops. Wherever I was, it was high above a city, at least twenty stories high. Down below, 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 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. My hair on the other hand was a tangled mess. My head felt naked when my hair was down. I searched my pockets and then the barren room for anything that I could use to tie it back. The only thing I found was the glass of water that had been refilled, and that I greedily gulped down. The bedroom door had been left open, and hollowed sounds from a Television could still be heard. 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 sto
Maxine gripped the steering wheel and side-glanced me. "Put your seatbelt on, this is going to be fun." I did as I was told, and he hit the red button on the rearview mirror, which caused the garage door to slide open. We drove out onto the gloomy street. Maxine didn't let go of the gas pedal until we were driving well above the speed limit. Darkened street signs flashed by. He sped through a red light, swerving around a car that was patiently waiting for its turn. 'What was the point of making me wear my seatbelt if he was planning on killing the both of us by crashing the car.' With an extended grin, he weaved us in and out of traffic. Eventually we moved away from the city streets and onto a country road. We picked up more speed, but at least there were no other cars to play chicken with. I was able to unclench my teeth and my stranglehold on the security bar against the door, using my free hand to wipe my newly dampened forehead. The car air-conditioner couldn't do anyt
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 wi
We were now in an open corridor. Rocco stood like a statue at the end of the room, staring into space. Two other guards stood at a reasonable distance, taking the same stance. I snatched my hand back from him, crossing it over my chest. "Good. Then that's settled. But make no mistake, he turned "I'm going to take my pleasure from you, how and when I deem it fit." He threatened. "You dare not!" I challenged, creating a distance between us. "Really," he mused. "Let's see how that goes." "Every single thing about this situation is disappointing," I corrected him, feeling my jaw quiver. I had a temper. So I try so hard to always remain happy and positive. And that was why I surrounded myself with people that really love and care about me. They all knew and understood how bad my temper used to be. As a form of control, I would always remain cold and calm in situations I have no power over. Until I grab a full picture of the situation. But then, in some conditions, I almost alw
"What time do you even plan on getting here? Are you sure you're still coming?" Daisy listened to Ugo whine over the phone."I'm all dressed up already. You'll see me soon, I promise. I just had a really stressful day at work and I had to make a quick stop at home to get into more comfortable footwear." she tried explaining. Pushing the door of her walk-in closet close, she pulled a black leather jacket across her black singlet, sat on the bed and bent low to buckle her sandals when she heard Ugo's next words."You're changing footwear? Don't tell me you plan on wearing any of those boring flat sandals of yours.""Something wrong with my flats?" "Really, you're going to ask me that." Ugo boiled."We're going out to celebrate for crying out loud. You have to look the part. Put on a pair of those gorgeous Louboutins you got there. Why do you splash so much money on exotic footwear when you don't wear them.""Hello, are you forgetting something? You're forgetting that you made me buy the
Daisy's phone lit up just then with a text from Ugo. "My power went out. Where are you?""Ahhh, yes, I just got alerted to that." Daisy told Brett as she held her phone up before she texted Ugo back. "I guess it's the whole hotel, I’m stuck in the elevator with some dude that is providing me with adequate company.""At least that means they were telling the truth," Brett said, interrupting her. "The good news is, they have generators, so the elevators should start moving shortly.""And you know this, how?""Oh!" He stepped away from the telephone. "They told me," he added.Daisy slid down to the floor, placing her purse and paper bag gently beside her, careful not to break the champagne bottle. Since she already informed Ugo about it, she knew how much tragedy it would bring if it ended up broken. Ugo would report her to anybody worth reporting to, including Daisy's parents. Her black heels used to be relatively comfortable for at least an hour or two before the discomfort a
We were now in an open corridor. Rocco stood like a statue at the end of the room, staring into space. Two other guards stood at a reasonable distance, taking the same stance. I snatched my hand back from him, crossing it over my chest. "Good. Then that's settled. But make no mistake, he turned "I'm going to take my pleasure from you, how and when I deem it fit." He threatened. "You dare not!" I challenged, creating a distance between us. "Really," he mused. "Let's see how that goes." "Every single thing about this situation is disappointing," I corrected him, feeling my jaw quiver. I had a temper. So I try so hard to always remain happy and positive. And that was why I surrounded myself with people that really love and care about me. They all knew and understood how bad my temper used to be. As a form of control, I would always remain cold and calm in situations I have no power over. Until I grab a full picture of the situation. But then, in some conditions, I almost alw
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 wi
Maxine gripped the steering wheel and side-glanced me. "Put your seatbelt on, this is going to be fun." I did as I was told, and he hit the red button on the rearview mirror, which caused the garage door to slide open. We drove out onto the gloomy street. Maxine didn't let go of the gas pedal until we were driving well above the speed limit. Darkened street signs flashed by. He sped through a red light, swerving around a car that was patiently waiting for its turn. 'What was the point of making me wear my seatbelt if he was planning on killing the both of us by crashing the car.' With an extended grin, he weaved us in and out of traffic. Eventually we moved away from the city streets and onto a country road. We picked up more speed, but at least there were no other cars to play chicken with. I was able to unclench my teeth and my stranglehold on the security bar against the door, using my free hand to wipe my newly dampened forehead. The car air-conditioner couldn't do anyt
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. My hair on the other hand was a tangled mess. My head felt naked when my hair was down. I searched my pockets and then the barren room for anything that I could use to tie it back. The only thing I found was the glass of water that had been refilled, and that I greedily gulped down. The bedroom door had been left open, and hollowed sounds from a Television could still be heard. 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 sto
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, the sunsetting sky was of resilient palettes of shady hues, and I was peering over the shadows of endless rooftops. Wherever I was, it was high above a city, at least twenty stories high. Down below, 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
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 was probably not dead or this was what hell was supposed to feel like. My eyes were 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 flashli
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 pray my dead body won'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 baritone voice from a guard stationed at the gate yelled at us. "She's going to go in blindfolded." He read out a rehearsed instruct
The silence at the dinning table felt excruciating and painful. I forced most of the mashed potatoes down my throat and swallowed hurriedly each time, unable to feel the taste of the meal. When the silence became too unbearable, I shifted my meal and turned to my parents. "Let's hear it, what's the problem?" "Eat Ugo." My father said, tapping me gently on the arm. "I'm full, and even if I'm not, I can't take more. I've lost my appetite. What's going on, what's with the silence and brooding, did someone die?" My mother was the first to shake her head. "We didn't lose anyone. But we might as well loose someone if we don't find a solution." She said, "Ada..." My father called in his usual peace-loving manner. "Ugo is not a child, honey. The earlier we start taking....the better." "Please talk to me... anyone. Dad, Mom." "Honey, it's nothing serious....." "Your father was accused of stealing from his company." My mom interrupted. "What?" I looked at my father, hoping he would as
UGO I took in the orderliness of the little room that had always served as my safe space for the longest time. All my childhood memories were still intact, almost as I had left them. My mother had taken it upon herself to preserve all the good memories, making sure not to alter the shape of the room and the position of things as I left them. I tried recalling the last time I visited Lilycity. It's been well over two years. Fairview had found a way to draw me into its tight grasp and sapped me off all my free time. I sighed, recalling my mother's tears at the airport when she came to pick me up. I was initially skeptical that she would be the one to pick me up, but then she somehow managed to convince me with my father's support that she has recovered perfectly since her intestinal surgery. "Poor woman." I murmured regrettably. Pulling my hair into a tight bun, I sat down on the only chair in my room, took in the beauty of the modest-looking room and smiled. What my room lacked in