Isabella plans with Jasmine in College to kidnap Clara

CHAPTER FIVE

Isabella sat at the back seat of the taxi, gazing into the dark streets, through the window after she screwed it down just few minutes. It was evening. She could feel the cool breeze rushing into her face, as she looked outside. it was always cold at night especially around the college environment she is just one hour near. She often wondered if it was only felt by her, because other people around her barely complained. She sighed heavily and looked across to the driver through the rear view mirror, and stared at him for a while. He has been talking for a while, but her phone distracted her all along.

It was completely switched off which gave her the privelge to listen intently to what he said. His discussion seemed of interest to her, even though he was talking to the passenger that sat closely beside him.

'I love my wife so much,but another lady is in my life, budding me' The driver expressed heartily.

'What will you do? The passenger questioned.

'I just don't know, I can't stand loosing my wife'

Isabella had been peering tightly at him through the mirror and he noticed. He looked through; as her image reflected which expressed self pity.

'Hope you are fine ma'

'Yes I am' She removed the red apple from her hand bag and looked it for a while before chewing into it. She had now bitten deep into it, like one was worried; and she was indeed worried.

'You look worried ma'

'It's just that I can relate to your marital story'

He didn't quite understand where she was going to with those words.

'The passenger at the front seat looked backwards as she continued chewing the apple, she had always done this whenever she travelled. Her hand bag would probably be filled with two or four apples on a journey to college that would take up to two hours. She wouldn't stand to miss the fellowship at college, then after go to the Cinema and have sometime. She lived a luxurious lifestyle in college, compared to home and it made sense to her.

A sence of relief from her siblings. She loved all this, but would miss Leo. It was unusual to think about a man but even since Leo came into her life, she found it more repulsive to let go of him. It sounded a bit difficult to do, since he was a year older than her but she had soon realised that love was the nucleus of her happiness, now and it seemed that her sister would deprive her from it. she had given her heart to someone who is madly in love with her sister.

'What if the other lady feels deeply for you, how would she cope?

The driver looked a bit confused as he gazed at the side mirror before manovering to the other direction. He remained silent as if she had not spoken anything to him before. He was not in the right sence to give an answer but finally responded within fleeting minutes.

'Well, I know, she loves me, but I'm married

'But you've had sexual Relationship with her'

'Hmm, I guess'

'You guess, and you claim you do not love her'

'Love is quite different from sex, he obliged.

'What do you mean?

'You could be having a sexual Relationship with someone but that doesn't mean you love her'

'Just like a sex bait, simple! The front passenger expressed.

Isabella felt as if she had stabbed in her heart, a blade racing through it and she was wounded internally. It was the kind of feeling one had loosing a relation. She felt as if Leo has spoken through the driver. It was this exact words she has heard from Leo, but decided to brush them aside. He had been talking for a while about a new thing, the country's G.D.P and felt dumb. She only noticed when the passenger alighted. And her eyes followed him till he went in a void in the dark

'Are we close?

'Juts a few minutes, ma'.

'Finally, that had reached the gate of the college, and his close friend, Jasmine stood beside patiently waiting his close friend, Jasmine stood beside patiently waiting for her. He lit up a cigarette and headed towards her. He smelled of liquor and it hung heavily in the air. He had unbuttoned his shirt and his bare chest and had tattoo all over his left hand, which gleamed into the night. His saggy trousers covered his feet and dragged eagerly on the ground.

'Hey, Isa.. Isa.. Isabella, I thought it would take a day.

She slaps his head as he grinned, his teeth coloured by the dirty yellowish substance, and it was even harder for her to glance at it.

'Mind for a cigarette'

'You just won't change, Jasmine'

They walked through the college gate and suddenly glanced at a guy who had pinned a lady to the wall, kissing her desperately. Her thigh raised by his hands, and swaying breeze made the comfort balanced. They laughed to this and swept through them into her room. Everywhere was dark; Isabella switched on the light, Jasmine had already flinged his shirt to the bed before she fixed a gaze on him, and his quivering breath of liquor were all around Isabella. He had been having sex with Isabella since the Second year and now they were in the third year, both writing, unbeholding grades. They involved in nefarious activities like drinking, smoking, having sexual intercourse and even involved themselves in a gang. Jasmine had gone for several successful operations which earned him the name 'the gun maestro' he hadn't been aware that Isabella seemed more poisonous than he is.

'Jasmine we have a lot to talk about, not sex'

'What's it fuck bitch' She slapped him hard on the face. Jasmine placed his hands on his cheek, rubbing it gently angered by her sudden action.

'I have told you; stop calling me that'

'Ok! Ok! But you can miss fellowship and the Cinema, it's late.

'Yes, it's late already, I should have come a bit earlier'

'So what is it? . He moved to the table that had a sparkling light circled round, red blue, green that seemed more like an ale house. The gun rested beside the liquor. He raised the liquor pressed it to his armpit and picked two red cups. He scrutinized the inside and dropped it down pouring the liquor inside. The liquor swiftly ran into the cup as some spills on the table.

He handed it over to Isabella who had taken three cups previously. Her breath smelled of liquor as she talked he too could feel that she is completely drunk now they maintained a balance and suddenly thrusted herself on the chair. Jasmine paid a lazy attention as she spoke.

'Something is really bothering me as I have said earlier, Jasmine'

'Who's stressing you my lady' he had corrupted his fowl language earlier after she received a hard slap on his face.

'My sister, she intends taking my lover away'

'Your lover? Your sister? Jasmine eyes were blurred as be rolled the paper that contained Marijuana which he removed earlier from his pocket, and match box. He lit up and poffed one, which made him bright again. The smoke linger in the air.

'What would you have me do my lady'

'Kidnap her'

'Yoir sister, are you sure about that's

'We can even make a good business out of this

'How?' Isabella slaps his head He raged and yelled a little bit longer when he had been injured during a sporadic fight in college.

'That hurt'

'You have to think fast, if you're working with me'. Jasmine could the see the evil in her eyes, shone.

'Ok ma, so what do you have me do?'

'There' s a billionaire I love and desire him my sister is an obstacle'

'I should get the obstacle out of the way'

He is more interested in her than me'

'If you could Kidnap her, he would pay any ransom to get her back

'Wow, cool business' He grinned.

'And I can also have him solely to myself'

'Evil genius' he grinned slowly

'if he could get me pregnant, I would become ultimately part of his life'

'I should get you down first'

'You are mad' She laughed lightly.

Jasmine moves to the switch and turns it off and in the dim darkness he unlaced Isabella's brazzier and flings her to the bed and their deep moans kept tearing through the silent air.

Her hands flung backwards struggling as they swayed from one position to the other in the pains. He was too hard on her, and she liked it that way. They were fully naked as he fully removed his underwear she laughed loudly as he stood for a while and lighted a cigarette. He puffed two at a moment and killed at the edge.

She sat on the bed and laughed again holding her breast as he knelt in front of her, and his lips ran through he body, sprawling on the bed roughly. He was just too tough on her and the magnitude of his pressure couldn't help but just to make her shout. She moaned through the night as he went on and on, without stopping and his breath ran through her body while everywhere because wet.