Jordan matched outside with battered thoughts. He really was torn between which decision to make. His heart was throbbing for both offers. The idea of him exercising his both gifts stroked him with coequal thrill.Mr Jonathan’s offer presented a lot of blinding opportunities for Jordan, though. The man was moneyed. He associated with affluent people who were enlisted in Jordan’s circle of interest - the likes of Mr De’Luka and Diana. Venturing into the world of the rich would provide him an opportunity to study their ways well and plan his revenge well. He was so tempted to lean on that side.“Listen, I don’t care what you do. Whether you go against your family or against the entire world is none of my business, young man. All I want is for you and my daughter to get married! I will not allow you and your family to bring any shame to my daughter and me!”Jordan was chilling in a corner when that bitter voice stroked his ears. He couldn’t have been mistaken. He remembered that galling
Jordan walked back to Ana’s hospital room with a well-made-up mind. Those fools thought they were good at plotting against someone? Well, they were about to receive the shock of their lives. He could also be cunning if pushed into a wall. Even with the bad turn of events that Edwin was Mr. Jonathan’s son, that did not exempt him from Jordan’s wrath unless he changed. But as long as he was trying to go after Jordan, then they were mortal enemies.“So, Jordan? Have you decided.” Liya asked when Jordan walked to them.They all banked their curiosity on him.“I am taking taking both offers!” Jordan said, drawing all of them into a state of bewilderment.“Both?” Ana asked on their behalf.Jordan shifted and composed himself. “Yes. I believe I can do both. I will take up your offer, Mr Jonathan, but we will have to revise it, before we do, we owe a great deal to Liya. I hope you can allow me some time to return the favor. My conscience will bag me forever if I do nothing about her people.”
In a pigsty neighborhood where even owning a banausic motorcycle was a dream for all, a hyper-masterpiece, Bugatti La Voiture Noire, made its stop on the squalid contaminated grounds of Kibra neighborhood, crashing with the environs. Its money-like sound summoned all the human beings in the neighborhood, and its sleek stylish design pulled their jaws from their interjections and left their mouths wide open and dyspneal.The doors of the breathtaking machine opened up and wide, and Jordan led the squad as they matched outside, breathing an aura completely different from what they were sampling inside the clean luxurious machine. All the same, they knew what to expect back here.Jordan stood still, his signature acold eyes crashing with the malnourished innumerable people before him. More than half of the assemblage wore lacerate and bedraggled clothes. Their bare feet seemed so cool as they bled with the streams of sewerage that they were standing on. Lucky were a few who had torn sadd
Some familiar faces stepped out of the car. Jordan could remember them very well. They were Mr De’Luka’s men. And in a minute, the door of the luxury car that led the convoy opened. Mr De’Luka and his wife stepped out and started walking towards them. Everyone was in awe, lost at what was unfolding before them.Mr De’Luka and his wife wrinkled their noses as they matched forward. His wife had even pulled out a hankie and covered her nose.Ana was appalled and frightened, but Jordan, as his signature nature, didn’t flinch. He nudged Ana to his side, wrapping his arm in a protective stance as he faced the old man.“What the hell are doing following me around?” Jordan asked.“I hate what you have reduced me into, Jordan, because I don’t tend to go after little fishes like you, but you have something that belongs to me. That is why I am here.” Mr De’Luka stated. He threw a glance at her daughter who didn’t look like she recognized him.“We had an agreement that you will only see your daug
“It seems we will have a huge problem here, Liya. These people have enemies chasing after them, as far as we can see. Why are they here? Trying to hide?” The old man, Mario, spoke with concern.“No, elder Mario. These are good people.” Liya protested.“But you don’t know them that well. And that is not what we have seen.” A young man spoke, his eyes scanning the gun in Jordan’s hands.“But you all saw it was self-defense, right? Wouldn’t you have done the same thing if you were in his shoes?" Liya said.“Yes, but I would have ended up breaking my spinal tube while attempting to fly in the air in the battle to get hold of the gun as he did. But look at him. It seems like he fights for breakfast.” The man argued.“Yeah. He seems like some sort of fighter. So stable, calculative, and swift. Should we be worried?” Another man reckonedAlmost all the denumerable eyes were gawking at Jordan with heterogeneous and befuddled reactions. Nobody could tell what more the man could have done if gi
“Excuse me , son. What did you say again?” Mr Jonathan asked in exasperation after Jordan spoke.“You heard me, Mr Jonathan. I need 1000$ as advance payment.” Jordan spoke again for the third time, but he still didn’t manage to pull of the dense scowl off Mr Jonathan’s face.The old man found it cliche’ and unbelieavable that Jordan wanted to squander all his first salary on those people who didn’t seem like they could even raise a dollar to repay him. After all, they had explained themselves to his face that they had nothing to offer him in return for what Jordan was about to do for them. How could Jordan go ahead after hearing their confession and witnessing their poor state and decide to ask for advance payment and spend on them? Mr Jonathan had heard of so many brainsick things that people do with their first salary, but Jordan’s idea sounded the most pathetic one. I mean, how?“How can you spend your first income, an advance payment for the job that you are even yet to start, on
“It is alright, Jordan. I am sure it will be put to better use. I am sorry if I was a bit harsh. Please make use of it, and that is on me.” Mr. Jonathan said He felt embarrassed for arguing with Jordan over the issue. The gesture from Jordan to the people of Kibra was indeed a good one. Someone like a father would be so proud of his son's actions. Something worth earning him a heroic monument. He didn’t know why he was so blind and dumb to just agree with Jordan’s idea at once. ‘A bit harsh? You were extremely too much, old fool.’ Jordan thought inwardly. All the same, he needed the money he had gotten. He did not doubt that the extra cash would go a long way. She shoved the cash in his pockets. ‘One problem down.’ He thought as he looked back at Mr. Jonathan, who had a wide grin on his face. “Okay. You stay indoors and rest. You need a lot of rest for your wounds to heal faster. Stay as still as possible.” Jordan explained that they were walking back into Liya’s house, which was
Liya was awfully quiescent as they trekked on the befouled grounds towards the meeting square. Jordan noticed it, but he decided not to say a thing. He thought he had explained the situation well to Liya and trusted that the girls would find a way to sort out their differences.Soon, they arrived at a tree shade at the far end of the houses. The place was cloistered with stones laid in straight lines, which served as seats. This was where the council of the Kibra neighborhood met whenever they needed to address something. They consisted of old men and women, and no young person was supposed to be in the middle while the elders spoke.Liya looked at Jordan when they stopped. “I will have to leave you now. I am not supposed to be here," she explained. She would have wanted to stay with him, but she knew the rules, and she trusted Jordan would be okay.“Alright. And Liya, please watch over Mr. Jonathan and Ana. Make sure they rest.” He said.'Ana again’ “Okay. I will.” Liya said, urging