REVENGE! Best served cold

CHAPTER EIGHT.

"How did you feel while we were in the boutique?" Chief Onapuruagu questioned Delma as she entered the car.

"I'm sorry." Delma apologized, lowering her head. "It won't happen again sir."

"Don't get comfortable. Stick to business. I do not prize nudity." Chief Onapuruagu glanced at his wrist watch, then drove.

Chief Onapuruagu parked his Benz behind Coco's black Ferrari. "Delma? Wait for me inside the club."

"Yes sir." Delma nodded and left for the club.

Chief Onapuruagu hoped to see the casket girl, again, tonight. He was determined to unmask her this time around, if he ever found her. He stepped down from his Benz and looked around, before he entered the club.

Coco watched as Chief Onapuruagu entered the club. She could regcognize Chief Onapuruagu through Delma. She sat in her Ferrari answering serious calls. Brandy was already in the club, having a swell time. Tonight, Coco didn't come in any costume. She didn't come to unwind. She came to track an enemy.

Mr. B, her biggest enemy. Over the course of time, Mr. B had managed to go scott free each time he stepped on her toes. Somehow, Chief Kaave always made excuses for him. Now that Chief Kaave was in prison, now that she found out Mr. B was responsible for her brother's death, this was the perfect time to serve him revenge. And she, Coco, swore, it would be cold.

Her brother, Wave Kaave, was murdered when he was two years old. Even before Coco was conceived. She grew up to hear the story. Although, she enjoyed being the only child of her father, but, life would have been a little more fun having a sibling. And who was Mr. B to take the innocent life of a toddler? Whoever he was, she didn't care to know.

"So you're saying this is the wrong location?" Coco was about to lose it.

"No ma'am. He changed his mind about clubbing tonight. He decided to invite a group of prostitutes and throw a private house party last minute." The voice quickly responded, trying to calm Coco down.

"Meet me at his house in ten minutes. Come with 100 litres of fuel. We're setting the house ablaze." Coco ended the call and set for the road, sipping a bottle of Hennessy.

***

Coco Kaave parked outside and watched five of Chief Kaave's boys baptize the whole of Mr. B's building with fuel. The moment they were done, the boys entered their van and drove off. Coco in her Bentley, quite a distance from the building, looked up from her car and caught Mr. B staring at her from his balcony trying to decipher his environment.

Coco glared up at him with murder in her eyes. She lit the firework in her hand and threw it straight to Mr. B's building. She watched his house burn from her rear view as she drove off. Not even the fire service department could save him.

The boys made sure to destroy all tyres of the vans at the fire department. It would take awhile before any fire department will reach Mr. B's house. And before then, he must have burnt to hell. He could as well, say hi to Wave Kaave.

***

Monday morning, the FBI were at Chief Kaave's mansion interrogating Coco.

"You need to follow us to the station for further questioning." Detective Flynn said. "We are to search this entire building as well, before we proceed to the station."

Jeremy and Brandy stood across Chief Kaave's living room, trembling in fear. Was Coco Kaave really been arrested?

"Where's your arrest and search warrant?" Coco questioned without blinking an eye.

"We have the arrest warrant." Detective Flynn replied. He flashed a paper in Coco's face. Coco snatched the paper and carefully read.

"And the search warrant?" Coco continued.

"Shall we go to the station? We'll come back with the search warrant, then do the needful." Detective Flynn looked Coco straight in the eyes.

"Inform the lawyer Jeremy. Brandy, you're in charge." Coco said and followed the FBI to their van. As she entered the van, she caught Mrs. Kaave looking at her and smiling, from her bedroom upstairs.

***

Chief Onapuruagu was busy in a meeting when Delma barged in and whispered to his ears. He looked at his board members and quickly asked for a reschedule of the meeting. They came to an agreement and all members left the office.

"Detective Flynn?" Chief Onapuruagu couldn't hide his shock.

"Yes sir." Delma answered. "Do you know him?"

"Yes..." Chief Onapuruagu thought hard. "When did he leave New Jersey, when was he transferred to Dirty South?"

"I don't like the sound of worry in your voice sir. Anything the matter?" Over the course of time, Delma had never seen Chief Onapuruagu this worried.

"Detective Flynn is trouble. He doesn't give up. And now he's in Dirty South?" Chief Onapuruagu chuckled. "This is trouble for all of us, especially for Coco that loves being extra with everything."

"He won't let her off the hook easily." Chief Onapuruagu added. "The streets need to have a meeting. Everyone needs to lay low right now. At least, until we figure out how to handle Flynn."

"Should I send out invitations?" Delma asked.

"Not yet. Until I speak with Coco." Chief Onapuruagu sank to his chair, rubbing his eyes.

"Will it be wise to go over?" Delma didn't want him stressing or risking his dear life for the so called beautiful Coco Kaave. She prayed within her that she remained in custody of the FBI.

"Can I get you coffee?" Delma hoped he wouldn't turn her down. All she wanted at the moment was for him to feel better.

"Yes please."

"Give me three minutes." Delma turned and left.

***

Back at Chief Kaave's mansion, Mrs. Kaave rang the bell in her room. The bell was specifically for her to communicate with the social workers whenever she needed food or water. She was dressed in bullet proof. The MICRO UZI in her right hand.

She was prepared to strike. Now that Coco was away, this was her only chance. She knew it was now or never.

The door opened. Brandy and one of Chief Kaave's boys stepped in. Mrs. Kaave didn't waste time in pointing the gun at both. First, she pointed at Brandy, then next, she steadied it on the boy.

"Lock the door and sit." Mrs. Kaave commanded.

Brandy and The boy sat on the bed. Brandy began, "Please forgive me...I'm begging you. I can explain..I tried to talk to Coco to.."

"Shut up or, I'll blow your brains." Mrs. Kaave said trying to keep her voice low. "Search yourselves, then enter the bathroom, both of you."

Brandy ran her fingers all over her body and dropped her two phones on the bed, rising her hands above her head. Chief Kaave's boy did the same. They both walked to the bathroom, Mrs. Kaave closely behind both, her aim steady. They got into the bathroom.

"Enter inside the jacuzzi." Mrs. Kaave's voice was dead serious.

Brandy's eyes opened wide. The jacuzzi was filled with water! She cried out, "Please ma'am, don't do this to me. Give me a second chance, I'll leave Dirty South and never come back."

Mrs. Kaave used her right foot and picked Brandy inside the jacuzzi. Chief Kaave's boy willingly entered. Mrs. Kaave watched both struggle inside the water, until, it seemed they had given up. Both bodies were floating inside the jacuzzi. Mrs. Kaave turned and left the bathroom.

***

"The police got a call from Mr. B that night, before his house caught fire. He mentioned your name repeatedly, until he could no more." Detective Flynn tried to explain to Coco Kaave in his office. "Where exactly were you on Saturday night?"

Coco adjusted and removed her Balenciaga coat. "Golden Girl's club." Coco added, "Mr. Detective, did you check the CCTV footage of the club and Mr. B's building?

"Yes we did." Replied Detective Flynn.

"And? I'm sure I was nowhere close to Mr. B's building or neighborhood Saturday night. Or, did the CCT footage say otherwise?" Coco further questioned.

"No. But.." Detective Flynn began.

"But what? So you're saying you have no concrete evidence against my client whatsoever relatable to the tragedy that befell Mr. B, except, that he allegedly phoned the police that night mentioning my client's name?" Attorney Chris aggressively cut off Detective Flynn.

"We've taken your client's statement. We will get back to you guys. But please note that your client cannot leave the country now, until investigations are completed." Detective Flynn said as he looked Coco Kaave in the eyes. He knew she was lying. He knew she was guilty. The FBI had given him a run down of her history first hand.

And he was determined to put an end to the evil she, her father and their kin spread in Dirty South. Coco stared right back into his eyes, she wondered who the hell he was. She knew he wasn't playing. She knew, he knew the truth. She knew he was a hard one. A true one. She knew he wouldn't get off her dick anytime soon. And at the very moment, she swore to end him as well.

Detective Flynn pushed papers across the table towards Coco and Attorney Chris. "Sign them."

Coco and Attorney Chris carefully went through the papers before signing.

***

The head of security in Chief Kaave's mansion knocked firmly on the front door of Mrs. Kaave's bedroom. Why was both Brandy and one of the boys surprisingly spending a long time in the woman's bedroom?

Mrs. Kaave positioned behind the door, waiting for the next person to step in, she readied the gun in her hands.

The head security, opened the door, but he didn't step in. He rather called out Brandy, "Miss Brandy? Everything okay in there?" His eyes spotted the phones on the bed as he carefully peeped through. He tried to pay attention to every detail in the bedroom and noise coming from the bathroom. The tap was running!

The image of Mrs. Kaave having a threesome with Brandy and the boy clouded his mind..his mind was painting images. He finally gathered courage and stepped into the bedroom. The moment he turned to close the door behind him, he met Mrs. Kaave standing in front of him, pointing a gun to his head.

Mrs. Kaave used her left hand and locked the door. "You? Perfect!"

The head security looked around in search of Brandy and the boy. He suddenly remembered the running tap and ran to the bathroom. Mrs. Kaave screamed after him. "Stop right there or I'll shoot! This is no toy gun. It's a fucking micro uzi!"

The head security ignored Mrs. Kaave's warnings and barged inside the bathroom. He was embarrassed. How dirty minded he was, to think.. He quickly pulled both out of the jacuzzi trying to render first aid treatment.

Mrs. Kaave entered the bathroom and thundered. "I see you have chosen your destiny today, to die by my hand." The bitterness in her tone was deadly. "So be it." Mrs. Kaave pulled the triggers. There was no sound. Nothing came out. There were no bullets in the gun. Mrs. Kaave kept pulling the trigger again, and again, and again, in anger and frustration.

Mrs. Kaave tried to run but the head security was faster. He held her down and spoke.

"What? Who do you think you are, Angelina Jolie? You think you're smart? That we'd lock you in a room without proper search, we'd leave a micro uzi fully loaded in your wardrobe?" The head security was furious. "The only mistake we did was not letting the others know the gun was bullet empty. And maybe we would have chained you to a seat. Pray that nothing happens to those two, you'd be sorry."

The head security dragged Mrs. Kaave out of the bedroom raising alarm. While the other bodyguards rushed to attend to Brandy and one of their own. The head security chained Mrs. Kaave to a seat in the living room.