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CHAP 76:{ the heresy of the heretic}
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THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 77:{ Ash Wednesday}
{Mac Allister}{Wednesday } 9 am"Hey, where are you going?" a church guard inquired, his eyes fixed on the substance concealed under the blue nylon in my hands. I maintained a composed demeanor, knowing that my every move and response were critical."Just want to see the father," I replied confidently, attempting to divert the guard's attention from the suspicious package.Curiosity getting the better of him, the guard insisted, "What is inside the bag?"I hesitated for a moment, carefully choosing my words. "Take a look. It's simply a gift for the father," I said, my voice calm and convincing.The guard cautiously reached out, his hand grasping the blue nylon as he pulled it open to inspect its contents. His eyes fell upon the innocuous sight of a neatly packaged bundle of bread, seemingly harmless and ordinary."Alright, move on," the guard permitted, satisfied with my response. I nodded in gratitude and continued my journey into the church.As I entered, the soft flickering glow
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 78:{ A king is born}
{Abebi}{ Thursday {morning }I sat on my bed, my head resting on the pillow, enjoying the peacefulness of my room. Suddenly, Tony burst into my room, his face filled with sadness and despair. My heart sank at the sight of his expression."What happened, Tony? Why are you so sad?" I asked, my voice trembling with worry. The cold air blew through the room, adding a chill to the already heavy atmosphere."There was an explosion at the cathedral," Tony said, his voice strained. "Everyone is dead, including Mateo."My breath caught in my throat, and a scream of anguish escaped my lips. The news hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me with overwhelming force. Mateo, my dear brother, was gone in an instant. The tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to process the magnitude of the tragedy.I reached out to hold Tony's hand, finding solace in our shared grief. The plastic chair creaked under his weight as he sat down, weariness etched across his face. We were both grappling with the
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 79:{Death of a king}
{Mac Allister}{Thursday afternoon} _2pm I sat on the plush purple chair in my living room, relishing in the aftermath of my meticulously planned church explosion. The news reports were flooded with details of the incident, validating the success of my calculated moves. With each channel I switched to, the chaos and destruction fueled a sense of satisfaction deep within me.My faithful companion, the dog named Rogo, sat faithfully by my side, offering silent companionship in this moment of triumph. As the news continued to unfold, my phone suddenly rang, interrupting the serene atmosphere. Curiosity piqued, I picked up the phone and answered with a cool demeanor, "Hello, who is this?""It's Heretic," the familiar voice on the other end replied. "You did an exceptional job. You deserve a special reward. Come to my house."A smirk played on my lips as I weighed the options. While I didn't necessarily need any recognition or external validation, I understood the importance of cultiva
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 1: {A friend}
{Abebi}I sat on the porch, the warm breeze gently brushing against my face. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness. The street was quiet, as it usually was, but today it seemed even more deserted than usual. The only person I had in this whole neighborhood was my dear friend Ada, and I cherished every moment we spent together.Ada, with her beautiful chocolate skin, had been my rock through thick and thin. We had shared countless secrets, dreams, and aspirations, making our bond unbreakable. I could always count on her to brighten my day, even in the darkest of times."Did she call you again?" Ada asked, her voice filled with concern. I looked up at her, my eyes betraying the weariness I felt. "Yes, I only got two days left out of the three weeks she gave me," I replied, my voice tinged with exhaustion.Ada's face softened, and her eyes mirrored the sympathy she felt for me. "I am so sorry," she said, her voice filled with genuine empathy. I appreciated her words, knowing tha
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 2: {A friend in need}
{Abebi}The morning sun cast its warm glow through the kitchen windows as I hurriedly prepared yam and egg sauce for Tony and myself. The aroma of the sizzling eggs filled the air, mingling with a sense of unease that weighed heavily on my heart.As I set the plates on the table, Tony's observant eyes caught the sadness etched across my face. He voiced his concern, his voice filled with genuine care. "Why are you sad?" he asked, his words cutting through the air.I forced a smile, hoping to mask my true emotions. "It's nothing," I replied, my voice laced with an attempt at reassurance. I didn't want to burden Tony with the weight of my worries. He was already carrying so much on his young shoulders.With a subtle change of subject, I urged him to hurry and catch the school bus. "You should hurry, or you're going to miss the school bus," I gently reminded him, my tone filled with a touch of distraction. I didn't want him dwelling on the looming debts my father had accumulated.Tony'
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 3: {Ambitious girls}
{Abebi} I stepped inside the bus and found myself among a group of girls who mirrored my own anticipation and excitement. Their animated chatter filled the air, creating a vibrant atmosphere.Leaning against the side of the bus, I couldn't help but contemplate Tony and how he would cope with my absence. The thought of him being alone tugged at my heart, and a wave of sadness washed over me. But I reassured myself that this journey was necessary, both for my growth and to help alleviate the burdens weighing on our family.Suddenly, a friendly voice broke through my reverie. "Hey, beautiful," the voice called out, drawing my attention. I turned to face a red-headed girl with captivating green eyes. A warm smile played upon her lips as she introduced herself. "I'm Chiara," she said, extending her hand toward me. I reciprocated the gesture, feeling an instant connection with her.Chiara proceeded to introduce me to the other girls on the bus, their names dancing in my ears as she spoke
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 4: {Arrival}
{Abebi}I sighed heavily, my voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and frustration. I thought about how Tony was going to cope in my absence. He must have known everything, he must have been receiving threatening calls from Mrs. Beatrice, since I left my phone with him, only $4000 I have been able to race since these two weeks. "For the past two weeks, I have been dancing for men old enough to be my father," I confessed, my eyes fixed on the ceiling above. The weight of my experiences seemed to hang in the air.Chiara, busy combing her hair in front of the mirror, turned her attention to my words. "Did anybody touch you while you danced?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern."No, nobody touched me," I replied, my voice filled with a mix of relief and sadness. "But that doesn't make it any less degrading. I've been treated worse than animals. Dancing in skimpy dresses inside a metallic bar—it's dehumanizing."Chiara's reflection in the mirror showed a hint of understanding. She
THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE CHAP 5: {Their agreement: A little secret}
{Mac Allister}This is my new world, this is my new environment. Ever since my dad passed out, my mum has pressured me to take the mantle of the dirty business. I had to adjust my life to fly in this game of do or die. The mafia families were not at war at the moment, but I sensed a terrible conflict would soon arise. My mother (the unmovable force in the mafia's game) was getting old, and our secret enemies sensed it. They know she will be gone in a few years.I knew they had planned their secret plan to take everything from us. Mama gave me a spacious room as my office as soon as I arrived from America after I completed my degree program in economics, The spacious room was meticulously arranged, the atmosphere chilled by an efficient air conditioning system. The shelves lined with books spoke of knowledge and intellect, while a portrait of an old man adorned the wall, a silent reminder of the legacy that had been passed down."Sir, you summoned me," Angelica spoke with deference as
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