Semua Bab Melanin Diaries: Perfectly Imperfect: Bab 171 - Bab 180

"My dad once told me a family secret on my sixteenth birthday." There was no doubt that Angel was the one talking, but somehow, hearing her voice and seeing that she was hale and unharmed, in a room full of dead bodies killed my initial eagerness to be close to her. "My birthday gift, that year, was a gun." There was this chilling essence to her voice that set the hairs on my neck erect. I dreaded the fact that my hunch might be right, as to the reason behind her sudden coldness. "He told me the Badmus' came from a long line of ancestry that were well known as professional hunters." I began to walk towards her with utmost care. I wasn't sure what happened here yet, so I didn't want to act on an impulse that would cause a horrific chain reaction.&n

Almighty Mike. By the time Angel was done with her narration, she was already a sorry mess of tears. I couldn't tell if she was really mourning the dead murderers or it was just plain sorrow and guilt, but I knew neither was necessary. "You see, the thing is, you spaced out for most of the time when these killings were taking place, right?" I questioned to be sure and as if she had been expecting the question, she shook her head vigorously and tried to pull away from my arms. "I know what you are trying to do, Mike. But no one else was there that'd be willing to kill that much people for my sake. It was me, Mike! I was on a rampage–" "Even Almighty Mike would not have been able to take out that many with a pair of dagger–" She suddenly turned in my arms in

Mokunfayo Badmus:I was feverish through the drive back to Mike's estate and it wasn't because I was coming down with common cold, I was just too eager to remain calm. There were a lot of questions running through my head; how I felt so sure that I was in love when earlier that day I'd still been questioning my feelings, or how it came to be that my heart chose a murderer to beat for, what the next step was after disclosing to him that I felt the same way he felt for, what the future held for us, if he was going to break it off with Cordelia to be with me… The lots of questions were the kind I didn't have answers to, but for the first time in forever, I wasn't bothered about this fact, I was just very eager to get to Mike and tell him my latest discovery. Seeing the look on his face when I told him I loved him was the

Cordelia:"Fuhad! I order you to report here right now!" Micheal screamed into the receiver of the intercom for the umpteenth time. And for the umpteenth time as well, I visibly flinched at the murderous intent he seemed to be loaded with. It wasn't as if I was scared of Micheal lashing out at me in frustration when I decided to sit as far away from him as possible and not interfere in his nervous break down since Mokunfayo had left the room. I was perched on the satin sheets of his bed, all jittery like a bundle of nerves, because I felt really bad.  Guilt was not an emotion I normally encountered; considering how I'd love half of my life splitting couples and wrecking many homes due to my line of work, but wi

Almighty Mike:Even after we had now settled into metal benches at the waiting area as the family members for Angel, Trigger still kept staring at me like I'd grown two heads and the other head became permanent. I guess I'd really surprised him by such a show of weakness, but then I'd surprised myself as well. I hadn't expected to throw caution to the wind and sob in Broad daylight, and that in the presence of a subordinate, but I'd had it coming from years of suppressing the urge to;That was why I hadn't been able to stop when the dams broke. The tears flowed freely until the reservoir went dry, but I felt lighter and my head felt clearer to think about positives. Trigger had, in a calmer tone, explained how he'd come to find several people hovering around a deserted expressway