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The Celestial General Chapter 139
At a flash, police siren blared at earshot and the boys made for their Cadillac and fled with their tyres screeching as it swerved before they headed into the other side of the road and turned to the tunnel opposite and disappeared.Soon the police arrived at the scene being led by Mr. Biscuit - it had raced to their station to invite them over.Brian had his face down in his palms when the police and Mr. Biscuit came. The police searched around for the hoodlums before Brian told them they had escaped through the tunnel. They were also told that the hoodlums made away with his cash – Brian not aware his neighborhood identity card was also stolen. The police sympathized with him and promise to run to his aid whenever he was in anguish.They advised Brian against keeping gangsters because of gross gun violence that was the order of the day.When they left the scene Brian ran to his inner mirror and beheld his swollen cheek and black eyes he got from his oppressors. Mr. Biscuit, who h
The Celestial General Chapter 140
Grandma was in the kitchen while her lawyer was well seated in the ball room flipping through some documents and pausing along the way to peruse through a few files. Grandma had invited him for the fifth time over her will but each time he came it would either be postponed or flopped by something.“I am getting you coffee,” said grandma from the kitchen. You are fond of taking wine whenever you come around. But today you are going to take coffee,” said grandma toddling to the lawyer to present to him a cup of Starbucks and returning to her seat. “What if I go to bed tonight and don’t see the twilight at dawn. I have been risking it all along; throwing my late husband’s advice to the wind, letting each day pass without writing our will.” She stirred her coffee, feeling a hairy tingle at her feet. When she peered at her feet, it was Mr. Biscuit waggling its tail and rubbing its body against her feet. “Mister,” she called stroking it on the brow. “Where is your master, Brian? Go and fet
The Celestial General Chapter 141
Meyer pouted her lips and surged closer to have her first supply of kiss when Brian pulled back, and called it a day. She only stood, gaping at Brian as he walked out on her.Brian was back on his feet. His hospital bills were paid by Sia who used her tuition fee at school to offset the bills. She had ice on her shoulders, seeing his sparkling blooming self bounce back on track. At the improbable dinner which Sia hosted in his honor she took him down memory lane of his ill-health; how he had laid motionless as the dried sand at desert; the nonconforming number of drip that he exhausted. As she smiled cheek to cheek across the Chinese food, Honey Chilli Paner on the table, she narrated to Brian how the course of his ailment made her frail overnight, at a time when the doctor explained his chances of survival was diminutive she called it a lost course. Almost all her wee hours at dawn and dusk she frequented the hospital with get-well soon cards and flowers; being haunted by the tho
The Celestial General Chapter 142
Brian stood across the lake on the lookout as the search party scavenged thoroughly. They were sweating profusely already because the search had lasted for over an hour now and there was nothing to show for it. Brian needed the tape which Mrs. Fanny discarded into the lake. Somewhat he had decided to get hold of the tape and sell it to some Mexican who traded on nude tapes - he heard the Mexican paid whooping sum of money for nude tapes and he was not going to be left out in this one. He encouraged the search party to search diligently because he was sure the tape was discarded into the lake. Some weeks ago, one of the boys in the search party suggested their effort would be futile since the lake was flowing and there was likelihood of being flushed away. Another suggested it could be stuck to a rock, another protested it could be buried into the bed of the lake and there was no access to that valley, considering the risk of doing so. The end
The Celestial General Chapter 143
In one of the days Sia and her parents had gone out for shopping only to return to see their house messed up and invaded by smash-and-grab thieves. Furiously Mr. Fanny dialed 911 and police appeared promptly like lightning. They barricaded the place with do- not-cross strap and went in to behold the devil’s rearrangement. Their home was a total mess- the ball room and bedrooms were ransacked, chairs turned up and out of position, electronic gadgets were smashed on the floor, ‘window blinds’ pulled and destroyed so badly that they gained their ‘sight’, fire place filled with water that it might take them a couple of weeks to dry and use it again, kitchen was the pig’s bedroom- they unloaded all the food stuff from freezer and cupboard removed them from their bags and combined them together in the sink and left the tap runny some, pieces of beef , chicken and fish were littered on the floor and mouse were deposited to feast on them. All the cameras in the house were smashed and Sia’s
The Celestial General Chapter 144
“You know we should not be doing this at school,” said Sia, still struggling with her panting from the quickie , and playing with the hem of her dress as she winked at Brian lustfully, before throwing her gaze through the windscreen to observe students dispersing home.“I know it is because of the smash- and-grab thieves that invaded your house.” She shook her head in concurrence, “Yes. My home is in shambles right now. Dad wants to upturn hell for these months of losses.” Her eyes became watery at once as tears weighed on it. “Who is after my family? What could be our sin? As tap-drop, came her tears.“Oh sweet cheese!” exclaimed Brian. Why the tears?” Brian took her in his arms, pecked her forehead and nursed her, “Crying for your enemies is not a sure way to win, trust me. Your family did nothing. Every cloud has a silver lining.""Everything is going to be fine. I breathe street and my nose is down for your family. As soon as I sniff these
The Celestial General Chapter 145
“Oh geese,” Sia groaned, holding onto her waist, grinning and fetching the basket of apple cider and transferring them into the barns. She caught sight of a brown woolly shirt tucked at the corner. Dirt and cobweb had infested on it so badly that the brown coveted to dark brown. She surged close now, laid hold of the cloth; and breathed uneasily. The cloth was familiar as the sky that caked up there. He had always worn it during work hours.It was her late husband’s cloths she was done wailing even when she knew there was no stopping her as far as her late husband was concern. She sniffed, brought the clothes to her nostrils, shut her eyes and shook her head in a momentary imagination as she recalled the cloth vividly.It was the same cloth he wore when he made his last love to her- she had suspected his violent volcanic love making and wondered if actually he knew he was not going to return to her thighs; her once cold thighs that he had dominated and made warm; her broken hear
The Celestial General Chapter 146
At mid day police siren blared and pulled over a semi detached duplex. Brian’s boss sprinted to his feet, paced to the window and beheld a band of police advancing to his house. Quickly as bat from hell he hurried his boys to tuck away their guns and gather anything drugs into the toilet and flushed before he answered the door.“Hello cops, I can’t remember dialing 911,” Said the boss dragging a hostile look at them.Inspector Fred gazed upon him from head to toe, “We have come for one Brian Rightman,” he said coldly combing the arena with his stare.“Ok I have one Brian but I am not sure if he is the right man for you,” he uttered to pass a joke but ended up laughing alone.“And you are?” inquired Fred, studying the tattoo that ran from his neck to arm.He added, “His uncle that beats his ass when he sucks,” he lied, “To what do I owe this visit?”Fred winked, “He is needed at the station for questioning. He has history of implication in a missing gold watch and tape. Your nephew ha
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Pulling her dress upward, he sucked on her navel. “Oh Brian, I love that,” she whispered, wriggled on the floor like an earthworm and started breathing hard when he pulled her skirt to her ankles and saw she had no lingerie; her wet well shaven vagina was already calling on him. “Oh Brian what are you waiting for? Do what you know best,” she moaned with her eyes shut, mouth opened and hands fondling her breasts. Brian looked at the camera he mounted at the wardrobe and it was well positioned to film them as they were about to have sex. He smiled, and unzipped his trousers. Another sex tape was about to be released.Flashback:“And all these happen for your sake. Grandma was hospitalized because I pulled a trick you wanted, what about Mr. Biscuit; he died because I sheltered you from the rain when your car broke down.”“You forgot the part of you drugging my drink just to sleep with me. What haven’t you done?”She raised her voice amid flaming stares. “I did not drug your drink. Yo
Chapter 181
Brian and Sia drove quietly, barely stealing a glance at each other and keeping a stern look; no one wanted to say a word to the other. When Brian became bored he turned on the CD player in his Chevrolet and a soft sonorous voice of Blues dominated their midst, as they sped across the chilly tar road of California. Sia watched as Brian pulled over a boutique. Once he turned off the CD player, Sia inquired, “Where are you taking me to?” Brian rolled his eyes at her, “What does it look like?” he turned his gaze away from her, seeing that she wasn’t interested in eye contact. "I want to gift you a shopping spree,” He mumbled and caught her gaze when she finally looked at him, her eyes full of surprises. “I don’t expect that now. I thought you were driving me home,” she said softly. Brian forced a smile and breathed hard, “you had better wear your seat belt because I am about driving you crazy. I just want you to know I made enough money from my drugs. I can’t spend it a
Chapter 180
Sia was well seated at the police station opposite detective Ben and an illuminating lantern shone across their faces as she was interrogated. She had been lying about the call she put to the police and she just had to keep lying otherwise Brian would be implicated.Earlier she was highly infuriated to put an end to all about Brian; she was hell-bent on snitching on Brian with the police over his notorious cocaine peddling. Inwardly she had come to the end of the tunnel with Brian and the best way she chose to do away with Brian was snitching on him. She had picked up her phone, stared sternly at the 911 she just dialed, and when a voice picked it on the other end, she declined the call. She struggled within herself to keep her trembling hand to a firm hold. Her hand suddenly started shaking as one suffering from Parkinson’s disease. Her heart had increased its pressure and speed; it was not fear neither was it timidity; it was a greater force than obses
Chapter 179
Three police cars screeched into the compound of Mr. and Mrs. Coleman and a band of armed police men led by inspector Ben dashed out from the cars and advanced to the door. His officer stood at alert, eyes darting here and there around the neighborhood, with their rifles handy and ready to take a shot if need be. Mr. and Mrs. Coleman were having breakfast at the time. At the resounding cry of the siren their breakfast was interrupted as they paused thoughtfully to know where the siren was blaring. In few seconds the door bell went in ding-dong. They stared at each other, as quietness hung over them. With their raised brow, they questioned the siren that kept blaring outside of their house. They had not expected police or emergency unit to come close to their neighborhood except something tragic had happened in their neighborhood. The doorbell rang again and their faces were much scowled now, convinced that it was coming from their flat. “That is coming from our door,” Mrs. Co
Chapter 178
Brian gave Mr. Biscuit a befitting burial. Beside its grave he built a monument which he specially dedicated to Mr. Biscuit. Grandma didn’t honor the burial and he knew she wasn’t going to pay her last respect to a charismatic pet that served her more than most of her laborers- the wrath of losing Mr. Biscuit still hung in her heart, and Brian would have to earn grandma’s forgiveness before the center between them could hold.Other laborers who honored the last respect to Mr. Biscuit had dispersed to their duties, leaving only Sia and Brian standing at the grave; which had; MR BISCUIT 2020-20222, eligibly written across the monument with titillating pictures of the pet and flowers littered all over.“We are going to miss it so much,” Sia said mildly, standing beside Brain who was still all tears. She looked at his sober face and wondered if he was actually pained for the death of Mr. Biscuit or guilt of being responsible for the death; She had overheard grandma nag
Chapter 177
Ken had been in a hot bickering with Mrs. Fanny over her decision to divorce her husband. In as much as he wanted her the guilt of not saving Mr. Fanny from jail wouldn’t allow him encourage her intention. He was of the opinion of giving Mr. Fanny a second chance to love her, also to stand by him in this trying moment- as he serves his jail term. But Mrs. Fanny had barked at ken.“You are saying trash,” she had told ken, “Tell me how I am going to spend the rest of my life with a man I can’t trust?”“We are all humans. You have your flaws too,” Ken had replied. .“My flaws wouldn’t lie and make you feel comfortable only for you to hear the truth in a court of law,” she had gone crimson as her face folded in anger, “My flaws wouldn’t tell you I have got a job at a grocery store meanwhile I am a cocaine king pin.”Ken interrupted, “Oh come on the days of a man are full of ups and downs. Whatever he did in New York; whatever
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Grandma, Sia and a few laborers were all tears when Brian drove into the compound and rushed into the ball room. He scarcely could ask anyone what the problem was because everyone was sober and all tears. He stood gaping, confused about his next line of action. Thought of Mr. Biscuit struck in his head and he made to its room, combing around for it.“Mr. Biscuit! Mr. Biscuit!” he chanted as he left its room to search in his room. The moment he opened the door, on the floor was a figure covered with a sheet. His hands convulsed massively as he squatted to unveil the figure. And when he did the lifeless body of Mr. Biscuit flashed before his eyes. The pet died the moment it stopped falling early hours in the morning. Brian stroked its fluffy hairs and felt how cold they were now. The smart dog had died with its pink tongue stuck out; it lay helplessly on the floor with all its limbs falling to the left side and a lump of blood had caked under its
Chapter 175
The chirping of birds and twilight at dawn were much in the chilly morning of the next day. A buzzing call came on Brian’s phone and he flinched from sleep as one that woke from dream, rubbed his eyes and gazed around himself to see he was naked under the duvet “Oh my God!” he exclaimed as he peered under the duvet to behold his penis lying between his testis. “What the hell happened to me?” he cried, shutting his eyes from beholding yet further. He stared at his side and saw his jeans, T-shirt, sneakers, boxers, a female lingerie and bra lying on the floor carelessly and his heart skipped as one falling from the mountain top.” What did I do? Oh my world. What did I do? Oh my world! No, no, no, Brian,” he cried, punching into the foam and his eyes rolled in search of Meyer. Another buzzing call came on his phone and he reached to it, and saw that grandma had been calling since the previous night. “Oh, damn!” he cried, “What came over me?” He shook his head and crawled out of the
Chapter 174
Brian was well seated in the sofa, calm, and collected within himself as he waited for Meyer to fetch him some hot coffee. He had wanted them to meet at a cafe but upon her request he had visited her home.She occupied a spacious two bedroom detached bungalow with double bath, a garden, and a mini pool at the back. The house was simply decorated with sizeable frames of family pictures scattered across the wall. In all of the frames Brian had identified Meyer; she still had her oval face with skinny figure. He perceived she still lived with her parents; although he had been curious to know if actually she owned the house.Brian stared at the clock on the wall and saw that the coffee she went to fetch had lingered , not until he heard a shrieking noise of oil over the fire and Meyer standing at the door putting on a sizeable apron that he knew she was preparing lunch.“I am sorry for keeping you waiting. I want you to have a taste of my food,” s
