When they got outside the joint, they were puzzled and brought to a standstill when they saw a police officer resting on the trunk of their Audi. Just by the corner was a police car with a glowing siren light that spun across the atmosphere.“What is happening?” asked Ciara, feeling the sweat that built on her palm which was locked into Brian’s hand. She barely could swallow hard, “Are they after us? Have they found the corpse?” she asked, gazing upon Brian’s face.Brian didn’t want to ignore her but for the dramatic scene that was happening around his car. His eyes darted inquisitively as he watched the police officer stare at his car suspiciously. He noticed a party of police men was at the other casino building, gathered around a man who was explaining something to them, while this s lone police man rested on his car, exactly on the trunk where they hid the corpse.“I just wonder why he chose to rest on our car of all the cars parked out there.” Brian murmured, still staring at the

The blow Eva gave Oliver on the head some months ago had healed and left on him a maddening scar that ran across the lower side of the rear skull. Every day when he saw the twilight at dawn, his mind would shift to the scar and he would appear before the mirror to stroke and behold the lasting scar a girl.A total stranger inflicted on him just because he was trying to discipline his girlfriend, Ciara. Prior to the healing of the scar, he had two thick bandages round his head, which restricted him most of the time from his normal drug pushing on the street and personal activities around the country. Upon sight, with the bandage round his head, he easily court the attention of friends and sympathizers whom he usually told a lie whenever they threw him questions about the bandage round his head. In no distance time the news making the round was that Oliver narrowly survived an auto-crash.Only Eva and Ciara knew the actual accident that happened to Oliver and most of the time on the str

Once Brian looked through the window and saw grandma hasting her walk and shuffling her feet as one carrying a heavy load, he slumped into the bed and feigned a deep sleep. He perceived she had seen the blood in the trunk of the car and was coming to query him.It is the blood of a chicken Ciara bought! No!It is the blood of a mouse I killed earlier in the day!No! It is the blood of an auto-crash victim I helped!Eh, no, no!It is the blood Ciara...no...no!He hissed and kept wondering at what answer to give to her the moment she walked through that day. Or should I open up about the murder. Damn no! How would I even think of such idea? How would grandma see me? She would definitely give up on my sorry ass. And worst of it, she would label me a ninny ass that killed a cousin, a bloodline because of a woman, another man’s wife. I would be despised for life.“Hmmm!” he hummed, opened his eyes to face the reality. And then said in his head, “How am I going to deal with this murder? H

When he appeared at her door, the enthusiasm to open the door died within him and he remained paused at the door, peeping through it to behold she was naked and not yet asleep; her pale thick buttocks shot into his eyes. She had her back to him, as she looked in the mirror, rubbing some moisturizing cream across her body, taking her time to stroke her long curly hair with her cream and sprays. She swirled around in the mirror, beholding her naked figure eight body, which glittered in the incandescent light that shone in the room. When she turned to fetch herself a hot cup of coffee, the last straw of drink before bed time, Ken saw that her vagina wasn’t well shaven but attractive to earn his tongue into.She had poured herself a little of the coffee in the glass cup and sat on the bed to sip. She suddenly stood and relocated to the sofa by the corner; it was as though she wasn’t comfortable going to bed at the time because she had glanced at the clock on the wall, before parting t

“I am sorry if I offended your audacity,”Oh what a world! Rodriguez had never apologized to anybody, not even the whores that yearned for a one night stand with him. He was so arrogant and proud that he told the whores that approached him, “Pussy can’t pull me.” He had never approached any woman to be wooed. With gorgeous smiles, he watched the pretty Spanish women that doubled as his clients and associates slip away even when they made passes at him. In his CV was that he had never seen the thighs of any woman, except for a few occasions where he was drugged by determined whores and pounded in a session of orgy.“I am sorry dear,” he apologized yet again, feeing like withdrawing his questions and playing a clean slate.“That doesn’t answer my questions…what is your name again?” she asked, shutting her eyes to recall until he mentioned it…“Rodriguez,” he mentioned, slowing down his speed, to give inert ears to what she had to say.“Yes Rodriguez. Where are we headed? You see those