The phone rang, an inaudible buzz amid conversation. Isaac looked down, his eyes dilating slightly as he saw the name on the display. Samuel, the boss. "It's the boss," he told Desmond and Adrian almost lowly, with some caution.The three of them remained frozen with expectation as they waited for Samuel to say something, anything, as to why he was calling. The atmosphere was thick with suspense and silence felt heavy."Why is he calling?" Desmond's question was a whisper tinged with an inquisitive note, his eyes glued to Isaac."I don't know," Isaac made an equally low reply. "Let's just hear him out." He hesitated for a moment, hovered his finger over the screen and finally picked up the call."Sir," Isaac pressed a steady note to that voice. Then he trained his ears again on Samuel, with eyes that could have shown hints of wariness but whose face remained untouched.The silence lengthened now and again, punctuated only by Isaac's muttered murmurings of approval. Others stood there
"So why don't you just go ahead and try? Samuel has an evil grin on his face. It looks so perfect on him." "And for you, Adrian, get your wife ready; you will see her tomorrow, minus her life. When he spoke, his voice had an acrid finality that shattered the already shaky illusions of hope.""This is enough, Samuel," he started. He interrupted himself in the middle of his sentence, almost stammering through it. The anguish was deep: "Please refrain from harming my wife anyhow. She means the world to me." His mind was pleading, imploring Samuel to spare his wife's life."Ah, your beautiful wife-the one you seem to care so much about-hanging there," Samuel said, thoroughly entertained. "How do you think you're gonna bribe my boys, so they will side with you?"The venom in his tone was unmistakable. "I will destroy you, Adrian; I will make you completely incapable. Your entire generation will perish. You have my word," Samuel spat his threat like a curse-word.The room was silent now, he
Isaac led him into a deep bush, their body sealed with very thick foliage. The air was heavy with damp earth, decaying leaves, and when the only sound was the soft rustling of leaves and snap of twigs beneath their feet, Adrian followed closely behind Isaac, his eyes wondering themselves in a kind of anticipation-meets-trepidation survey of their surroundings."How are you familiar with this place?" Adrian asked, just above whispering into Isaac's ear. Isaac said not a word for a while and kept his eyes painstakingly searching the dense underbrush ahead."I just happened to be out wandering one day when I found Samuel sitting there with some people," Isaac said at last, low and measured, "and then I knew it was the inner chamber." The words hung in the air like a challenge, and the eyes of Adrian narrowed slightly at the processing information.A few months later, they reached the clearing, and suddenly Adrian's eyes opened wide in shock, for there lay the footwear of Jenny on the flo
The other two men continued to come closer with their footsteps pounding the ground in relentless chase. They were shooting bullets towards Adrian's car, the gunfire echoing through the air. Starting with a rev, Adrian's car went off, tires screeching as he rode away from the danger. The raw roar of the engine echoed through the air and, in spirit, shook the very foundations of the earth.Adrian, driving like the wind, witnessed his speedometer needle rise and fall a hair's breadth from the upper limits. Isaac and Desmond were so thrilled that their faces glowed with joy and relief. "Yoooo!" They were vociferating, gravely hoarse from the excitement. The atmosphere was thunderous inside the car, filled with buoyancy while speeding away from impending attack.A few minutes later, they reached home, the car crunching softly on gravel as it pulled in front of the house. Adrian, the two men, and I got out, tired faces etched with relief. "Come in," I said to them, with a warm, welcoming v
With open arms around Isaac, a big smile was painted across my face. "How are you, how have you been?" I asked, my voice breaking with emotion. The little sparkle in Isaac's eyes as he said, "I'm fine, Aunty Jenny," was more than enough for me. I looked into his little face, taking in every detail of it, and without fail, I had to hug him again because being back in those arms made all that feeling just so aware."I was looking for you, and I couldn't see you," Isaac explained, excitement and relief mixing in his voice. "I walked to where you were working so they could trace your phone, but they couldn't trace you." Each new word I heard tugged at my heart, and Isaac's eyes bore into mine, telling me of the urgency and fear that had spurred him on to find me."I had no option but to go to Uncle Samuel for he could assist and give you contact," Isaac continued, his voice trembling with emotion. I felt guilt and remorse hit me as Isaac recounted everything he had been through because of
Desmond's words echoed out in the air. Emotion caught up with me, and I was feeling astonished. "Uncle Samuel, little son Desmond," I whispered, my voice shaking with disbelief. I opened my arms wide, and Desmond walked into them, holding me tightly. "I hugged him, shouting, I felt so happy," I blurted out, my face streaming with tears. The warmth of his body, the rhythm of the heartbeat; it all felt comfortable and connected."So happy with both of you around me," I said as I held Desmond and Isaac close to me. I turned to Adrian, curiosity piqued. "How do you guys know Adrian?" I asked in wonder. Desmond inhaled deeply, and his eyes momentarily glazed with emotions."Hmmm," he breathed, lips barely forming the word, "Samuel-my dad-lied to me. He said that he was my uncle, but one day, I found out that he indeed was my father." I felt my heart lurch; shock and surprise filled me as the enormity of what he said hit me. Desmond dropped his head in shame and regret. The room faded, and
Half-formed words fell from me when the soothing sound of Adrian's arms enveloped me warmth yet whisper much lower than my breath. "My love." With a sly smile mouthing the final words into mine, Adrian broke the kiss. Mischief lingered in his sparkling eyes as he whispered into my ears, his voice a mere husky sound, "Prepare yourself for me, tonight is going to be crazy." I laughed, bubbling from my throat, as they walked out with me to cool evening air.And then I met Isaac and Desmond, and shouted across the parking lot: "Let's go, guys! Let's go and party!" The others cheered, their voices melding together into one joyous noise while we piled into the car and drove off into the night towards a nearby club.As we entered through the door, I could only gasp in awe. The club is indeed beautiful, and its interior is a master-modem-local fusion of styles. Bright colors and intricate patterns adorned the walls, with sleek and modern furniture that could easily invade an alien planet with
We had the waiter bring us the alcohol, which got us drinking, with that cool liquid sliding down our throats and savoring the taste. Adrian would take a cup of alcohol, and I at the same time would do the same, our eyes meeting in a toast, as we clinked our cups together. In the next 20 minutes, we got high, the music and laughter blending with wild screaming and dancing as we forgot our worries and cares.The club sounded alive, the music pumping and flashing lights in ecstasy, as we were letting it all out and taking off our inhibitions like clothes thrown aside. It was already night; darkness outside seemed to press in as we danced, swaying and moving in perfect harmony with feet. He was so drunk, staggered and ridiculous, eyes glassy, and so slurred were his words.He said he would drive us back home, his voice firm and eyes steady as he took the keys from Adrian. "I'll drive," he said calmly.By the time we came home, we stumbled into the room, our feet dragging, arms holding on
JENNY POVGradually, the contractions would intensify in favor of a continuous flow of distress. Pain was remembering my existence, crashing into me like tidal waves crashing onto shores. "Ahhh!" I screamed with the waves bouncing off the walls, and my body stiffened up. The nurses rushed toward me with rapid movements, swiftly connecting me with monitors and IV fluids. The doctor was there; his voice kept me grounded through everything, but my attention was seriously diverted by the pain.It felt like my body was being torn apart: every contraction was a burning sensation that left me gasping for breath in between. I clutched the bed rails white-knuckle tight with tension, throwing myself into that pain environment-yelling at the top of my lungs. "You're doing great, just breathe," encouraged the lovely voices of the nurses. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. There was nothing to do except suffer this indescribable torment.The voice of the doctor piped through the haze: "The baby
JENNY POVNow we were journeying towards the hospital, the contractions growing more intense each moment. Suddenly we heard a loud sound burst outside our car-this sound was the jarring and very unsettling "boarrrr." The noise seemed to be emanating from our car, and before we could even collect our thoughts, the startled vehicle came to a sudden halt. I was still where I was when contraction hit me again, the pain so incredible that I felt that it was as if my whole body were being squeezed in a vice, coupled with the sharp stabbing sensation that started from my lower back to my abdomen and made it difficult to breathe.Adrian emerged quickly from the car, his worried face no doubt made worse by the inexplicable stop. He proceeded to walk around to the front of the automobile, eyes busy searching the dashboard and engine. "What's wrong?" I began straining the voice with anxiety and catching my breath between contractions. Clearly conveyed into my heartbeat was anxiety; uncertainty a
JENNY PIVMy screams cupped their ears with my own? I felt as though slipping off her control, being drowned in an abyss of excruciation. In an out-of-focus view, Adrian was leaning towards me in, eyes staring at me with such burning intensity of concern. His "What is going on?" sounded firm but buried in the undertones of fear, almost as though a threat to his self-control amid my torment. As if the pain refused to let me say anything, anything to his question, with the moment slowly refining into a blur.Adrian's hands held my powerless body, soothing me, but it didn't work; there was no soothing to be found. All I could feel was pain - pain so great, so consuming, so enormous. I felt like I was becoming lost, that I was passing away; that somehow losing consciousness would shield me from that horrible agony tearing through me.''Adrian's face was hardly an inch or two away from mine, and his eyes were now fixed on mine, as though filled with desperate concern. `Baby, please, what's
JENNY POVFurious banging outside sounded louder and louder as Grace wrapped her fists against the door. It was as if each strike manifested her anger physically through the evening air. "My love, please take it easy," Jenny said hardly above a whisper, turning to me and causing me concern. Concerned, Anna's eyes pleaded with mine; she seemed to search for tranquility amid a brewing storm."Adrian said to me, 'My love, I need to speak some sense into Grace'." Adrian, in his authoritative yet soothing voice, said, "Adrian said to me with a much softer voice: 'My love, I need to speak some sense into Grace.'"Not to say another word, Adrian walked toward the gate, determined and purposeful in his steps. Closely followed by me, heart banging loud in my ears, like the drums in a primitive ritual. Grace was truly filled with rage, and tension. My own simmering emotions almost boiled to the surface, ready to erupt at any moment.And again the sound of her beating grew louder; it insisted, a
CHAPTER245JENNY POVLooking at me, completely aghast, Grace's eyes widened with her smile. "Oh, yes," she said. "I have been watching you two for quite some time. I know about the little marriage you have with each other and I know how you both can drive a wedge into each other's side."Adrian's expression was like dusk, with his eyes blazing out all his pent-up wrath. "Touch her and your death will be at your door," he commanded.She chuckled gleefully, "Oh, but you have. I've been your model servant, pretending all along, just biding my time to strike and watch the disarray of your union as your history unfolds."I shivered at her words. Was this marriage truly in danger? Would Grace really fracture everything we had built together?Grace's words made me miserable with indecision. Surely, she wouldn't have done that. I looked towards Adrian to see how this would have affected him, but his face reflected no such expression- it had a strict seriousness."You will not lift a finger to
JENNY POVWe strolled to the living room and there, illuminated by the soft glow of the lights illuminating the path from the entrance, we found Grace (or so she claimed) standing with head downcast, turning eyes to the floor in a gesture of abandonment and with shoulders slumped in an act of discomfiture. "Good day, sir and ma'am," she addressed, her whisper almost inaudible, trembling slightly as she spoke, the words formed by hardly fluttering lips."Yea, Grace," he replied in a neutral tone, without a discernible expression, right when we sat together, as I was sitting on him, arms wrapped around me while holding me to himself, a hand softly placed on my stomach. Adrian then turned to Scarlett, his eyes narrowing as he studied her with a furrowed, working overtime with his brain to decode whatever she was ruminating upon."Grace, who are you?" he asked in a commanding tone that seemed to challenge such pronouncement, laced with some measure of skepticism, his tone even dripping wi
JENNY POVThe onset of this incident will forever remain my awakening hour, with the night still darkened. I became more aware of my surroundings, with the first thing in sight being Adrian, my husband, seated next to me with a most concerned look on his face. That dim bedside lamp light warmed him, throwing the depths of his worry into bold relief."What happened?" I pictured me demanding, but my voice was edged with confusion and alarm. Just as I attempted to rise, dizziness would encompass me, my husband's hands there to gently yet quite firmly assist me."You fell; you fainted," Adrian said. I kept on repeating it to myself in an attempt to fathom what it meant to faint. "I fainted?" I was finally able to whisper, the word now hanging in the air as if challenging my perception.He looked at me for a long moment, concerned but slightly annoyed. "Yes, love," he said gently but firmly. "I've told you to take it easy on yourself." Even as his tone reproached, his eyes showed the quick
JENNY POVMonica left my mother behind, with Grace, the maid, for services in the house. The next day, I woke as if with no energy; my body felt heavy and completely pregnant. "Honey," I called, sweet and gentle, hoping that Adrian would respond. But there was only silence. I waited for a moment expecting him to walk into the bedroom, but nothing.Sighing, I arise and manage to put all my strength into moving toward the kitchen. The instant Grace saw me walk through, she seemed to stop whatever the action was that she was engaged in and smiled, saying "Good morning, ma'am." In that voice, there was this plural, respectful and welcoming tone. I returned the gesture but instinctively put my hands on my huge tummy to rub it while feeling kicks from the baby inside. "Good morning, dear," I added just to sound a little more cheerful than I really felt.It was an exceptionally warm and inviting room that within one breath, would include coffee brewing. I found my usual place on the table an
ADRIAN POVIn the warmth of home, the weak lights of evening embraced us in lazy comfort. "Well, this is home; I was checking on Jenny," I muttered, sadly and tenderly gazing at her with concern. "No need to worry, babe. Jenny was fine," I comforted him with a smile, gently pulling him into hugs.As we moved on toward the room, the only sound from out two feet padding softly across the floor. "We need to hire a maid," I soothingly suggested, trying to approach the subject slowly. But Jenny interrupted, her voice very clear and very strong. "No, baby. I can do all the housework," she opposed right away, with a determined glint in her eyes that dared me to argue with her.My heart reeked of love and guilt towards her. I smiled sweetly and said, "No, my love-no." "You are expecting and I cannot allow you to submit yourself to doing that." Please, let me take care of this." I pleaded as I caressed her hair softly, as though that might somehow soften her resolute spirit.She regarded my w