Almighty Mike:There were a couple of things that came to my mind when Fuhad had promised a surprise in return for my gift, and of all the possibilities I had come up with and prepared adequately for, having Angel walk into the same dimly lit park I sat in, wasn't one of them. 

Mokunfayo Badmus:Never would I have thought that for the life of me, Mike would come to harm on my account; I'd never thought anyone would try to kill Mike because of his connection with me. Hell! It had never even crossed my mind that Mike could have such a close brush with death. I'd always thought him to be invincible, that even death would be a

Mokunfayo Badmus. "Is this how you intend to capture the second in command of a notorious fraternity? Is this how you plan on killing him?!" 

Mokunfayo Badmus:It was a wonder as to how I had been able to survive the past few hours with what was left of my sanity intact, but now, that I was settled in the comfortable couch right in the dimly lit living room of my niece and nephew's lavish, penthouse apartment on the early Ch

It was weird to be sitting around a table on Christmas after about five years of not observing the tradition. Even the entire imagery of myself, in Trigger's t-shirt and shorts, seated at the head of the oval-shaped table, with a burly, scantil dressed, gay murderer directly opposite me and close to a rebellious nephew that seemed to be avoiding my stare and a talkative niece—who, for some reason, was as quiet as a lamb—was quite the comical portrait of a family.