As tense and focused as I was, there was a very human chill creeping up my spine and taking a hold of my heart as I gazed at the direction of the living room……I could make out the face of the girl I loved, ”Sophia” standing at the door of her room, tears welled up in her eyes, begging me in silent whispers not to oblige Cigaro’s request but hey!!! Blood runs from no man….
”I’ll be with you in a moment”, I said towards the living room direction while walking into my room……”Don’t waste my time”, came the angry snarl from c=Cigaro………hahahahahaha if only he knew who he was dealing with…..
Getting into my room, I fitted my glock pistol with a silencer and put on a clean pair of jeans and a white lux polo…….Walking out of my room, I stopped to kiss Sophia and urged her back into her room, I had a feeling that things were about to get bloody….
As I made my way into the living room, I met Cigaro cleaning his double barelled rifle and oiling it in the bright light that shone in the parlor. His eyes were bloodshot, he had been drinking obviously, his hands were shaking!!!!! He was either nervous or scared…..He couldn’t look me straight in the eye, he was hiding something.
As I assessed my prey, I knew he had an ulterior motive…..”What the phuck is going on between the both of you???”, he barked……”nothing at all”, I said with an “I don’t want to answer your stupid questions” look on my face. He was boiling with rage and I could see that and I decided to infuriate him the more by permitting a sly smile to play on my lips……..He was losing it now but I didn’t care, he wouldn’t live to see the light of dawn tomorrow for stabbing me in the back……He had started putting the oiled and shiny pieces of the rifle together……I was at alert as I continuously smiled at his futile efforts to scare me….
My gun was within reach and I tapped my fingers on the couch in anticipation…..I carefully observed him……I made a mental note to take shots at his jugular vein(on the neck) and his legs, I wanted him to bleed till he died……This motherfucker didn’t deserve a quick death…….By now he had put the gun together and was also smiling back at me….Dang!!!! This imbecile had some guts!!!!………..reaching under the table, he produced a pack of live catridges and looking towards me, he asked,”Where is your gun, blood????”……….”I don’t have it”, I replied and leaning forward, I continued!!!!! “Cigaro!!!!, I want to ask you something”, his eyes were now fixed on me as a lion on its prey, ”You see I don’t remember telling you my name was blood so am just sitting here wondering how you would know that or are you now a fortune teller???”
The wry smile on his face had disappeared, he knew he had made a grave mistake, he was a back-stabbing motherfucker after all…..no other person knew that name except slow and trigger and a handful of our Abuja contacts……….loading a live cartridge into the rifle, he quickly pointed the gun at me, sensing what he was about to do, I sprang from my seat and as soon as I had made contact with the gun, he squeezed the trigger as both of us fell to the ground……The roar of the metallic monster was deafening!!!!!! As we hit the floor, he reached for the gun but I had other plans for his abominable soul….With all the strength I had in me, I planted my two feet on his rib cage causing him to wince in pain away from the gun……I took the gun and threw it into the corridor….His a-s was mine!!!!
My lux polo was stained with blood, the fired cartridge had grazed my shoulder and blood was flowing……turning over the center table, I unscrewed one of its four metal legs and walked over to my prey now smiling wildy………”Just do it”,he said…..”Oh!!!!!, I will!!! Please don’t be in a rush”, I laughed…..”umph,umph,umph”, came his grunts as I stabbed him with the sharp end of the metal leg, blood splattered all around the living room as I dished out justice to the betrayer until he was stone dead and moved no more…..I was now soaked in a mixture of I and another man’s blood…..satisfied with what I had done, I picked up my pistol and headed out of the living room….