"Helloooo?" That was Susan receiving a phone call. The call came through the house phone and she wondered who it was because she hadn't given it to a lot of people. "Hello madam? I am calling from the main gate. There are two ladies here who say they know you and would like to come see you?" The man on the other end of the line said politely and waited for the receiver to speak. "Two ladies? Their names please?" She asked hoping that it was two of her friends. She had invited several but none had showed up so far. She wondered why because she really wanted to show off to them. She lived in Legal Estate in the best house of the estate. She wanted to show her friends that Seth Miller loved her daughter. "They say they are Shannon and Sarah Lewis ma'am," the man said and Susan scoffed at that. "Tell them..." at first she wanted to refuse them entry but she thought better of it. These people had humiliated her for alike half of her married life. When her husband was chased out of
"After my husband and son were arrested, Sarah and I were distraught. In fact, we didn't even blame Samantha for what happened. I swear we didn't know that they had poisoned father. Also, we didn't know that they were into dark business. Oh my little boy," Shannon said as she she'd crocodile tears but Susan saw through that. "I blame Richard for introducing my little Brian into such kind of business. My baby was innocent. Oh, forgive me Susan. I really don't mean to cry but whenever I remember my baby," she continued but Susan didn't say anything. She just offered Shannon a box of tissues to clean her eyes and snort. "Anyway, after they were arrested, a two days later, the police came with an eviction notice. They searched the whole house and most of Richard's and Brian's things were taken. They also threw us out and said that the house legally belonged to Samantha. We couldn't move into any of the mansions or apartments we owned through out the city because Richard and Brian wer
It was on a weekend when the whole family was just relaxing in the living room. Everyone was doing their thing when the doorbell rang. They all looked at each other wondering who that could be. "Have you invited anyone over?" John asked Susan who shook her head because all her friends always gave excuses whenever she invited them over. "Or those two women have returned?" Susan asked but she answered herself soon after. "No. It can't be them. The main gate would have called us. Party, check who that is," Susan told her younger daughter who stood up and went to the door. At the door was an entourage of six people. One was elderly and had a crown of white hair and was cleanly shaved. Even though he was old he looked strong as he didn't use any walking stick. The second one looked regal. He looked like a real life prince. He was tall, handsome, had well cut jaws, and his eyes were piercing. He had a lot of resemblance to Tyson and if Patricia didn't know better, she would have thoug
"How dare you talk to grandfather like that?" Samuel shouted as he stood and started walking towards Tyson. "He's your grandfather and not mine and this is my house. And you guys have overstayed your welcome. Now, get out," Tyson said still not moving from where he was standing. "Kent, get him," the old man said and the bodyguard who had been itching to beat up Tyson since the moment they arrived there cracked his knuckles as he looked at Tyson with a sinister smile. Samantha screamed when she saw that. She loved her husband and she wouldn't want to see any harm come to him. She jumped at Tyson and hugged him preventing the man from hitting Tyson and something unbelievable happened. The man, Kent, didn't care if Tyson was holding Samantha. He threw a fist at Tyson and as Tyson held Samantha to his chest with his left hand, he blocked and held Kent's fist before it could even come near them. "It's okay baby. I will be okay. Go and sit," Tyson said and at the same time, the sounds
Tyson walked back in the house after making sure that the Carter patriarch and his filthy grandson left his compounds so composed that he looked like he had just come from sleep. He didn't look like the man who had just dismantled five men. He took his phone from his pants pocket and dialed a number then put the phone to his ear. "Who let the Carters into my home? You had clear instructions not to," he said and listened for a while. "Tell him I want him back in headquarters for punishment. Get someone to clean the blood in the house too," he said and hang up. That's when he looked up and everyone eyes were on him. They were looking at him like a God reincarnate. "What's wrong?" He asked because to him, this was normal. He had forgotten that the only violence these people knew was mostly verbal like the way Susan was. They had never witnessed a man beat up five man and break bones like it was child's play. He also was able to move out of a bullet's way. How fast was he? "Ty... T
"Tara, baby, open for daddy," Tyson had already taken Samantha in their room and he left her taking a bath and came to take Tara. He wanted to bath her and take her downstairs to help her grandmother prepare supper as he talked to his wife. He didn't want to go to bed that night without clearing things up with Samantha. The fact that she had not said anything was very worrying. "Daddy! Daddy, come and see," Tara opened the door with such enthusiasm that Tyson's heart was affected and for a moment, he forgot the storm that was wrecking havoc in his heart. "What is it baby?" he asked as he allowed her to pull him into the room. "Look at the castle I have built for Sofia the first. It's beautiful daddy, isn't it?" She asked with a beaming smile as she looked for approval. Tyson found her cute because she had just lost her two upper incisors just the week before and thus, her scissorless smile looked adorable."Oh, it's really beautiful," he said and then pointed at the back of the l
When the police, or should we say former, superitendant gave Tyson and his group the information they needed, they were able to plant one of them in the group of the girl who were being transported the following day as they had been told. They had also started tailing the police boss because they knew that there was no way such a huge criminal gang was running in his city without his knowledge. That same day, their girl was collected just hanging around the Top Five Club and when they realised that the girl seemed lost and kept calling a number that wasn't being picked, as usual, they sent someone who was able to 'lure' her into the club. What they were banking on was following her because they had put a GPRS tracker on her. But what they didn't bank on was these girls getting drugged to unconsciousness and being scanned. Thus Starla, as was her pseudonym in the documents that were found on her, was nowhere to be found. The plan was simple: follow Starla using the tracker and eve
"You have such a smooth skin. You are so beautiful girl. You know that?" Wasp said as he caressed her face. She felt like killing him then and there but she had to exercise caution. She needed to feign innocence until she found out enough before she brought the whole team in. "But tell me Starla, what was that thing below your armpit? It had been implanted there," he asked slowly as he combed through her long wavy hair with his huge ugly fingers. "It... Sir... it," she whimpered as if she wasn't comfortable with what he was doing but the look he gave her made her continue albeit unwillingly. "It was a birth control implant. We were taken to a hospital before we came here by the organisation. They said that it was for security measures because we couldn't get pregnant until our contracts expired," she explained and he nodded. "Did you ever need it?" The Wasp asked again and this time, his hands were roaming round her breasts. She tried coiling but he straightened her and she grit