The place was dead silent except for my heavy thudding footsteps and d occasional squishing sound as blood pumped out of Cigaro’s lifeless body……I have been waiting a long time for this and the deed had finally been done……I looked like a wraith, one of these demons that were always featured in Hollywood horror movies…..Drenched in blood, you’d think I was the human version of Dracula, with a sinister smile on my face……..I heard some noise from the room and I remembered!!!
I had told Sophia to stay in her room, she must be dying with fear now cos I believe she must have heard the gunshot and the prolonged struggling in the room………As I looked at the leaning painting which had born the brunt of the fired double barrel, I heard a mobile phone ring though it wasn’t coming from me, I scanned the living room till my eyes rested on Cigaro’s bloody corpse……….I made my way back across the sitting room and dipped into his pockets in search of the phone and when I found it, I was as infuriated as I could be…Written boldly on the screen was Incoming call from lord cross…….of course that was the name trigger had given to these guys during the course of their deal as his identity…….I didn’t know if he was the one who had asked Cigaro to make this foolish move today…..
I picked up the phone and as he spoke, his voice stung my ear drums like fireants, ”Abobby, whats up?? I no later hear from you, wetin dey happen nah”.
It was him for sure, the voice was still the same over the time I had spent here, it hadn’t changed a bit, ”Baba trigger what’s up nah”, I spoke into the mouthpiece with my cold and sinister voice……..”Who’s this???”, he asked in surprise obviously wondering how his real identity was exposed………”Baba you dey on serious lapses oooooo, so na you send these small boys make dem come do wetin their papa no fit????” He knew it was me now cos the line now went silent for about a minute or so after which he spoke “Oluwa blood!!! we can work something out, na just minor issue”, ”Baba you too much ooooooo, my life don dey be minor issue abi??” I asked, throughout the conversation I was chuckling but he knew what that meant, I was boiling to get my hands on him, he knew me too well to believe that my smile meant happiness.
I had killed niggas and their families for less offences let alone a nigga looking to take ma life……..”Ah go position Abuja soon, if you fit jazz away, you jazz away, but I wan make you know say I go still track you ruggedly”, cult slangs had now become an integral part of my diction but I expected him to know what I meant………the line went dead, he knew me too well!!!! he knew what I could do…..My little black book was where nobody wanted to be………
The phone in one hand and the pistol in another, I headed into the corridor laughing loudly, sometimes my behaviour scared the s–t out of me but hey!!! That’s the fun of being bad, you ain’t bad if nobody’s scared of ya……..i opened Sophia’s door and saw her crawled up in a ball on the bed with a kitchen knife in her hand…..As soon as she saw me, she threw the knife away and ran to embrace me not minding my bloodied appearance…..putting me down on the bed, she rushed to get the first aid box, setting it down on the bed, she used the kitchen knife she held earlier to tear the lux polo I was wearing as she started tending to my wounds…..I was in a whole lot of pain…..I needed epinephrine badly and I was gonna get some immediately I made my way outta here…..
In a matter of minutes, my chest and shoulder region was nearly covered in bandages but I felt much better now as I headed to my room for a fresh polo and jean…I was looking fresh now as I headed back to Sophia’s room. Entering the room, I found her pressing Cigaro’s phone and with a seductive smile on her face, she said, ”baby you need to see this”. I walked over to her, took the phone and saw a message from lord cross which read, send the fool to my house in Abuja, make it look like it’s a mission, I’ll handle the rest……
Lifting Sophia and kissing her deeply I said, ”its time for you to see how rich I am, looks like we’ll be going to Abuja after all”, my hands were already on her boobs and her erratic moaning had started…..