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There is an adage that goes " a lizard would not have found its way into a wall if the wall had not already cracked open." This means that betrayals only come from close friends and relatives, it also means that the thing about friendship is that some friends are just enemies in disguise. I knew that Amon was betrayed, and it was easy for me to guess from whom the betrayal came, all of the guys were there except one, he was either very lucky or he was the one that gave the others up. I stared at the butcher's hand, brandishing the large, sharp cleaver, the blade had been stained with blood, but that didn't even dim the sparkle of the Steele against the light that came from several parked cars that they illuminated the place with. The other men started loading the dead bodies of Amin's crew members up and dumping them into some already dug holes which were later on filled with concrete. The butcher stood in front of me and stared piercingly at me, smirking like a lunatic... and in a f
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Monsters... It is always funny to me when I hear people call other animals wild, this is because the wildest animal I have ever met is the human being... We like to believe that we have indeed evolved into something better, that we are higher animals of some sort, but this is just cheap pretence, for when pushed, our true nature emerges like smoke from a fire, then our destructive and wild nature stares us in the eye. The most vicious, and brutal being is the human, more than any lion or wolf. And this monstrosity sleeps in every single one of us, waiting to be unleashed, but maybe it rests in some more than others.Chuks was quiet throughout the drive to his rented apartment, even for a guy who couldn't talk, he did not communicate anything to me in sign language as he normally did. A whole lot of things must have been going through his mind, I concluded. We had just rescued the man from what seemed like a certain death after all. When we pulled over at the apartment, the lights wer
Street Diaries Appreciation to the readers.
Hello, beautiful people. I just wanna take this moment to say a very loud "thank you" to you all, for those of you who read with your hard-earned money, I really love you guys and pray you to continue to bask in the grace of the Almighty. Thank you.I would love to hear from you guys in the comments and reviews, please. Let me know what you think and help me to get better. Thank you. I also want you to know that, as this story draws to a close, I already have more titles in the Street Diaries series in the work. Yeah, it's gonna be a series. Love you all.
Street Diaries A Family on a New Year's Eve
Family...a group of people related by blood? That is some bullshit definition, if you ask someone like me. My family has always been stronger than a blood bond. Loyalty, honesty, respect and mutual love defined my family. Chuks was not related to any one of us by blood, but he was the best brother any of us could have wished for, I knew he would give up his own life for any of us without even thinking about it, not that he does a lot of thinking anyway, but he would take a bullet for any one of us, and I would do the same for him. But when you're in the business of crime, even the greatest of familial bonds gets tested.It was the end of a year, and another was about to start, this was something that meant nothing to us when we were growing up, it after all spelled the continuation of our suffering through another year, most of the time we had less than enough to eat on these days while others merry and celebrated the beginning of the new year. I remember one of such nights, father ca
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We headed to Badur's after the dinner, a new year party was being thrown for the family, and I was being inducted into the White Lions Society, that night, and the Alhaj was coming to town. It would be the first time since he got stabbed. The society was meant for the wealthiest and most progressive men of Harmony city, dating back to the very first founders of the city, according to the members anyway. I personally saw them as a group of greedy, corrupt, conniving spineless fools who sought new ways and methods of bleeding the city dry. I agreed to join them of course, as a business strategy. The police chief, whom I already easily got into my pocket was a member, some important politicians and traditional rulers too, and some wealthy business men whom I would like to get into businesses with. So the White Lion Society was a very fertile field for me to plant some seeds into. I was already the king of the criminal underworld, but I wanted more... I wanted the whole of the fucking ci
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Street Diaries Music Found Me with My Brother(Sholas' POV)
Life hits you quickly when you grow up in a family like mine, in a neighborhood like Hells' Gaze, and in a city like Harmony. We were a little on the young side when Dad and Mom died, so we grew up looking up to our brothers, Kaz and Kunle and I need not tell you the story of how they both turned out to become the most feared mobsters in Harmony city. The only adult member of our family who wasn't dead or rotting in jail when we were growing up was our uncle, Kasali and he was a notorious smuggler, he was not in any way better than our brothers... So, at a point in my life, when I started to believe that there was no other destiny out there for me when I started to believe that at a point in my life, I would have to join the family business of crime, I found music... Or I could say music found me. I would say I started writing down and putting a voice to the lyrics of songs in my head around the same time our father died. I was already going through a shitload of things with Mom's d
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