My Surname Is Money
Jamole was riding home on his scooter and never for once anticipated danger and any possible attack on him. He rode with the freedom if a cat.

Not until four power bikes chased after him and double crossed him did he know that ruin had been sent against him.

His bike came to a screeching halt as he observed the bogy men standing before him. They were hefty thick men just like the ones he hired as security at the villa.

No trace of smile was on their faces and he could say the only means of escape now was by negotiation. Otherwise the brooding eyes of the men before him spelt death.

“But who sent them?” he asked in his mind.

He snorted and breathed in bravery. He was going to face them squarely because he had never threatened to murder any of his enemies. He wondered who sent these rogues.

“Could it be McDonald, Roger or Stella? Has it gotten to this now?”

He was down in thought as the men approached him with their rifles. His face melted in destruction as theirs thickened in ruin. He k
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