Divine...
When I looked down the sight of a gun and took aim straight to Tola's left knee, I didn't even bother to think about it twice. I just slowly exhaled and pull the trigger. Boy, it felt good. The explosion of sensations, from a bright muzzle flash and body-jolting recoil to an ear-splitting bang and acrid smell of burnt gunpowder made me happy for some reason. I know that I should be shocked of my actions but nope, I enjoyed it to the fullest.
For some reason, I felt like a thrill kill. I felt like a character in a movie who is premeditated. Is this "hedonistic mass killing?" I think I need help right after I kill Tola!!
"You know Tola, I am beginning to love this. I feel like it's my gift and if you don't start talking, I don't know what I'm gonna do to you. You think I'm weak, I'll show you weak!" I could see the fear in Tola's eyes. She wanted to speak but she aaw the anger in me. I was ready and willing
The Next day....Divine....I can't believe Ron. I mean, how can he let Tola and the doctor go after what they did to us? Those people were supposed to die in order for everyone to be safe. They not good people anyways. why should you feel sorry for them? I don't understand Ron's methods but he better be right. If not, I will put a gun in both the doctor and Tola's head. Oh, also Ron's head cause this was all his idea and it failed!"You better be right Ron.""I am right Baby, just relax. You will get the chance to kill those people but not now. We need their sources okay!""Fine, whatever you say. Let me go check on my children.""I love you...""I love you too. Please also, dont forget that today we have to talk
Ronald...(Thoughts...)It has been going well ever since the children came back home to our arms. I won't lie, I love the the noise around the house. It brings my house back to life. I never had such a happy family. I can't even remember having a meal on a table with my parents.Growing up in a unloved family, it made me work even harder. I wanted to make something out of my life. Money was the only thing I was working for. My thought was that if I had Money, I don't have to give a fuck about anything. If I need something, money can buy.I even made peace with myself that I will not have a family. It is better if I stay alone. I do not deserve a family. My family didn't give me that opportunity. Why even bother to think about it!Meeting Divine brought changes in my life. I mean, she made me change my mind. She made me think about family in a whole different way. She
Our plan had been executed flawlessly, and we followed smoothly through with each step. The police were none the wiser, unable to trace our whereabouts. We remained committed to the plan, ensuring we stayed under the radar and avoided possible detection. We needed not to get caught, as this would buy us the time to handle the doctor. If he believed he could escape my grasp, he would soon realise I had no intention of playing games or letting him slip away. While success was within reach, caution was still necessary. It was crucial to remain vigilant and prepared for any unexpected developments. Despite the team's confidence in their abilities and lack of belief in a backup plan, I knew the importance of being prepared for unforeseen circumstances. In this line of work, anything could happen, and having a contingency plan was a wise approach. However, enough about Ronald and the plan for now. I shifted my focus to my children, Daniela and Ravi. Things had been progressing well with th
Divine... As I sit in my lavishly decorated office, surrounded by the trappings of success, a sense of satisfaction washes over me. My interior design business has flourished, attracting clients from around the world who trust my impeccable taste and attention to detail. Finally, I have achieved the level of success I've always dreamed of, and it brings a smile to my face. But amidst the opulence and acclaim, there remains a gnawing emptiness. It's during those quiet moments, when my children are away at school, that a void seems to seep into my heart. They are the center of my world, their laughter and innocent chatter filling my life with immeasurable joy. Without them, my lavish surroundings lose their luster, and I find myself yearning for their presence. Yet, my thoughts are abruptly shattered as Tim, my efficient and loyal assistant, barges into the room, his face etched with worry. I raise an eyebrow, amused by his disheveled appearance. "Oh, Tim, you seem to be in quite a st
I sit alone in the quiet of our home, my mind still reeling from the intense interrogation at the police station. The questions were relentless, probing into every aspect of our lives. It took all my strength to remain composed, to conceal the fear that threatened to consume me. But now, in the solitude of this moment, I can allow myself to feel the weight of it all.As I replay the interrogation in my mind, there is one question that stands out among the rest, a question that struck a nerve and left me feeling vulnerable. It was the moment when they asked me about my best friend, Tola. Memories of our shared laughter, secrets, and unwavering support flood my mind, reminding me of a time when life felt simple and carefree.Tola and I have been friends since our college days. We navigated the ups and downs of life together, celebrated our successes, and leaned on each other during times of hardship. Our friendship was built on a foundation of trust and understanding, and we never hesit
I find myself in a room that resembles a detective's den from a noir film. The dim lighting casts long shadows on the walls, and stacks of papers create a maze of information. Ron, Fulu, and I huddle together, our faces a mix of determination and exhaustion. It's time to strengthen our legal defence, and we've enlisted the help of a new ally—Fulu, the investigator with a knack for finding needles in haystacks. Fulu, with her sharp wit and a keen eye for detail, adds a touch of levity to our otherwise sombre surroundings. As we pour over mountains of documents, she unleashes her dry humour, lightening the atmosphere in a way only she can. She jokes about how we should be awarded honorary detective badges for our tireless efforts and claims that deciphering legal jargon should be an Olympic sport. Her infectious laughter fills the room, momentarily lifting the weight off our shoulders. But beneath the humour, there's a steely determination in Fulu's eyes. She knows the stakes are high,
(Ron's Perspective)I immerse myself in a swirling sea of emotions as I delve deeper into the motives behind the influential individuals targeting us. Fear, anger, and determination intertwine within me, creating conflicting feelings. The weight of responsibility presses heavily on my shoulders, knowing that the safety of my family rests on my ability to unravel the truth.As I connect the dots and follow the twisted path of these hidden agendas, I can't help but question the sacrifices I've made. Late nights spent poring over documents, the toll on my sleep and sanity, and the strain on my relationship with Divine and our children. The humour that has been my shield begins to crack, revealing the vulnerability beneath.But even amidst the uncertainty and the mounting challenges, Divine remains my anchor. Her unwavering support and understanding become my refuge in the storm. In her eyes, I find solace and renewed determination. Together, we face each obstacle head-on, even when the o
(Ron's Perspective)In the relentless pursuit of justice, life has a way of surprising us with unexpected alliances. Amidst the chaos and uncertainty, a familiar face emerges from the shadows, someone I never thought I would see eye to eye with again. It's David, a man with whom I once shared a tumultuous history, a history filled with conflict and animosity.Our paths cross in the most unlikely of circumstances, where fate seems to have orchestrated our reunion. David, a skilled operative with an intricate understanding of the criminal underworld, offers his assistance. I must admit, the proposition catches me off guard. After all, I spared his life in a past encounter, but the wounds of our tumultuous past still lingered, warning me to keep my distance.Yet, as the adage goes, desperate times call for desperate measures. The weight of our battle against the formidable criminal organization that threatens not only our lives but countless others demands that we put aside our differenc