“You know what?” Paul dared, his face firing up with malice. “I am going to walk over to Benny and pick him up. If he takes my hand, it means that he agrees to go with me and then we will be on our way. There is nothing you can do about it but I would never allow Benny to spend one more minute alone with you.”With Paul’s eyes blazing with a fiery and relentless will, he walked over to where Benny was and stretched his arm.Mr. Ferguson was fuming with rage as he watched Paul walk in a daring movement of authority. Did Paul really want to dare him? Did Paul really think that there was nothing he could do? Mr. Ferguson gritted his teeth and his eyes were rolling dangerously with a spin of danger.Benny’s gaze turned to Paul’s outstretched arm. Of course, he would rather go with Paul than spend one more minute with Mr. Ferguson. ‘Only God knows if I would even still be alive if Paul left the house without me,’ Benny thought.He had been praying in his mind that Paul was going to be tho
Benny’s body seemed to shrink on itself as he trembled greatly. He wished that he could disappear from the spot or that the ground would open up and swallow him immediately. Mr. Ferguson, torturing had caused him a great deal of trauma.Paul halted his movement at the threat of Mr. Ferguson but he held Benny tightly, his eyes intent with a deadly gaze of authority.“Don't be afraid boy, I told you that as long as I am here, you are safe,” Paul said to Benny.“Shut up!” Mr. Ferguson shrieked, his voice loud as a clap of thunder. “Stop lying to the poor boy. I will pull the trigger and blow both your brains out.”Paul’s ears were hardened against Mr. Ferguson’s warning as he took a step careful of the impact that such a risky move might cause.This time, his hands were no longer holding Benny and his eyes were gleaming with an evil intent. Paul’s gaze was fixed straight at Mr. Ferguson’s finger as if he was performing a mind-control exercise. The black of his eyes rolled over the whit
Benny suddenly had a huge sense of relief soaring through him and his eyes glimmered in a twinkle of serenity.It was the first time that he really had some sort of relief since he found himself in Mr. Ferguson’s God-forsaken apartment.Seeing Paul pointing a gun toward Mr. Ferguson’s face made his fist fold in a silent rejoice. Finally, the bastard had been shown who the real boss was, he thought. He wondered why Paul was even telling him to kneel. He would have loved to see the sight of Mr. Ferguson kneeling at the feet of Paul - it would bring so much satisfaction to his heart. But more than anything, he wanted Mr. Ferguson dead.Even if he escaped, perhaps Mr. Ferguson could still find him knowing that he was at a loose end but if he was dead, he would feel at peace. He wouldn't even have to hide himself from the sunlight like he previously thought he was going to do.Mr. Ferguson hovered with a deadly flutter of hesitation as Paul's instruction made its way into his ears. He tho
“My name is Wick.”“Alright Wick, what message do you have for Mr. Ferguson?” There was a long pause from behind the door before a response finally came. “Erm, Sir, it would be more convenient if I gave him the message. I need to know that he is okay. Is he in there? What is your name, Sir?”Paul could sense that Wick was feeling scared and skeptical about if he was telling the truth so he needed to do something.Mr. Ferguson’s body was vibrating with tension as he watched the situation play out. He could recognize Wick’s voice but he didn't know why he came knocking at that time.Paul made a sharp decisive gesture his other hand cutting through the air with authority as he signalled for Mr. Ferguson to tell him that he was okay and there was nothing wrong with him.The brief silence made Wick to speak out again. He was now beginning to think that he should probably run away from the back of the door. He was going to tell Mr. Ferguson to check his phone because the same group who tr
Paul could tell that there was trouble. His body also melted in trembling as the way Mr. Ferguson screamed suggested to him that he was witnessing something terrible happen to Rosette. He desperately hoped that it wasn't as bad as he was thinking but with every second that went by, he began to doubt if it was going to get any better. He knew how brutal the Kazitanis were.There was no one in the background of where Rosette was. It was just pure darkness and Rosette’s blue eyes gleaming in the dark with a muffled cry for help.Mr. Ferguson’s voice was breaking with tears as he spoke. “Rosette, please hang in there. I am sorry this is happening to you. I am so sorry you have to go through all of these. Don't you worry eh, daddy would come through for you? Daddy would get you out of there soon.”“This wasn't supposed to happen to you. I should have protected you. I should never have allowed it to get to this situation. I know it's tough being there. I will get you back to safety okay?”
Mr. Ferguson tried to intervene concerning the weird tension that was spearing through the air. “Paul is not here actually. He sent one of his men to deliver a message but he didn't come on his own.”“Nonsense!” Vanessa screeched. “What do you take me for? A fool? I think you should be taught some lesson.”“Hey, Djene, Moffi. I think you two should show Mr. Ferguson what it feels like to experience a little bit of torture,” Vanessa spoke.Djene and Koffi, who were earlier making creepy gestures at Mr. Ferguson showed up in the video footage and with a sudden burst, their laughter erupted into a deadly roar of hysteria as their eyes sparkled with a deadly twinkle of amusement.“Hahaha, to think I was actually praising your daughter because she looks so beautiful,” Koffi spoke. “You know, I was telling my colleague that she looks so much like my ex-wife. I really don't think we should return her to you. I would like to take her far away to my hometown and marry her there.”“In my hometo
It was only Ms. Turner who could have known that Miriam was in his office because it was Ms. Turner she sent to call her. Paul recalled how Ms. Turner had some difficulty getting to Miriam and the minor altercation she had with her where Ms. Turner specifically maintained that she wasn't friends with Miriam was was only a subordinate to her.Perhaps that was the missing link that he was looking for, Paul furrowed his brow in realization.But if it was only Ms. Turner who knew about the fact that Miriam and Paul talked about visiting Mr. Ferguson, then Ms. Turner probably had something to do with why the Kazitanis knew that Paul was with Mr. Ferguson.Paul’s mind was a hive of activity as he weighed all the possible scenarios available until he concluded.Ms. Turner had to be the missing link! Ms. Turner was another mole - Paul concluded in his mind.His gut feeling was a nagging sensation, a voice in his head that kept drawing him to the conclusion that Ms. Turner was the mole - that
This time around, he was sure that Mr. Ferguson wouldn't have any more objections to that effect. He was busy grappling with Vanessa and the Kazitanis.Paul’s feeling of a peculiar sensation made him believe that the Kazitanis weren't going to release Rosette until they had carried out their operations completely.That was why he needed to stop them from crossing the border.But he wouldn't just stop them, he had to save Rosette as well. That was a difficult task but it was one that he had to take upon himself. The condition that Rosette found herself in made Paul have serous concern for her and even though he hadn't yet developed a plan on how he was going to go about it, he knew that he had to save her.But something clicked into Paul’s mind in a sudden realization. He discovered that he didnt know the address or location the products that were confisticated by Mr. Fergison’s custom men. All he knew was that they were kept for inspection.The Kazitanis must have known this informat