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The Huntsman.(Titi's P.O.V.)

We had been hiding out for a couple of months, and it was beginning to get tiresome, the feeling of being targeted by people who would do anything to end your life was so sickening, it was not even living anymore. Every second of every minute of every hour of the days as they roll in over and over again, I imagined how it would happen, who would it be? Would it be Chuks? Or would Kunle himself burst through the door and point the gun to my head? Would he at least feel a kind of remorse after doing it, or would I just be one more obstacle out of his way?Funny how innocent he was the first time I saw him, funny how it seemed so long ago, but it was not. I thought it would be better for us if Kunle was the one who would burst through the door, there was something seriously wrong, something really sinister about that Chuks. If Kunle shot everyone in a room, it would be because he had to do it, and he would have sleepless nights over it. Chuks on the other hand had a look in his

Kings of the City.

After killing everyone in the church, and rescuing the handful of kids we found chained to walls, I ordered Akeem to bring some petrol from the car and set the place ablaze, we I knew I was starting another fight, a fight with the union, but it was one I was willing to do. After what I saw in the so-called church I was so vexed that I decided that we would bring the union to the ground. They had children in cages, they had rape chambers where they raped the children after addicting them to drugs and torturing them, and they had crocodile pits where they throw in the ones who didn't survive. It broke my heart, and I decided to make them my new project, it would be my own way of giving back to the community.As we were leaving the Sinstrict, I received a call, it was Mike. I had not spoken to him since the last time I saw him and I was feeling bad about it."Hello, brother," I said as I picked the call."I'm in trouble, Kunle. I'm in real trouble," Mike sounded fr

Family Business.

The shipments started coming in. At first we were contented with being the middlemen, moving the drugs and weapons through our borders to their various destinations. I was introduced to the man in charge of the docks, yeah that came at a price though. After leaving the house the night Chuks returned with Sarumky's severed head, I went to meet Mr. A. but not at his restaurant, no, we met at safehouse downtown. A little building that was so difficult to even notice, I walked into the building alone, Akeem and Chuks were with me but Mr. A's security would not allow them in. The security was so tight, seriously armed men protected him, they were private military, the type that the government hired for their dirty, really dirty work. "How the mighty have fallen," I said jokingly as I saw him come out of one of the rooms and sat down on a couch in the parlor. He seemed really troubled, shaken and you only see that look on a man's face when he's scared for his lif

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A Man in Cage.

I ordered the reopening of Badur's and all of the other businesses. We even expanded into agriculture, real estate, also there was the club, it was called Hellhole. And after the first two shipments of drugs and weapons went through, I decided that we needed to expand and get into the drugs business ourselves. Cocaine, heroin, and crystal methamphetamine used to be too expensive for the drug addicts in the streets, but with the rich kids developing a taste for these drugs, it was time for us to create the market for it. One thing we did not think about was how fiercely the government would go to war against that idea. It was their some and their daughters getting addicted now, not the poor people in the streets.We went to visit Kaz in prison, I could not wait for him to hear the news from my mouth, yeah, he would have heard it in the prison, but hearing it from me would have made me feel fucking happy. If not for the way I saw him, my brother looked unrecognizable, he looked

The Heart of Man

The heart of man is bitter and dark, full of lies and deceit. Details, pay attention to the little things, something as little as an unnecessary lie. This would save you from a lot of bullshit. Things get cold, and relationships get sour. The truth is that people lie, steal and betray each other. And betrayal... It does not come from your enemies. I always valued being honest above everything else, and being straightforward would save one from the excuse of telling stupid lies and being a shitty person. Even as a kid I detested having to lie, Kaz avoided having to make me lie for him whenever he got into trouble too, he just knew it was not in my nature. Instead I would prefer to keep my mouth shut and not say anything, this got me into a lot of trouble too, mother would whoop my buttocks for not telling on Kaz, she knew I could have, but I never would, even when Kaz himself would give me the go ahead to tell on him. Just as the prophet Muhammad said, "if you do not have something g

Love, Happiness and Loss.

Everything was in order and the table was strong, business was booming and money was being made. We began dealing the drugs locally and our suppliers were more than willing to expand their business in our country. Cocaine and heroin for the rich who wanted to party and enjoy their ill-gotten wealth, rich boys and girls with their corrupt parents in the government. They were the ones who could afford the white and the brown and I felt no remorse about destroying those who destroyed us. But there was also meth and weed for the poor who wanted to forget their sorrows. Yes, I was no street Messiah or savior of any kind, I was just a business man, a man trying to rise above obstacles set for me and people like me. I was a criminal.A few months after Sarumky's death, I had Chuks and Akeem hunt down every last member of the old table, everyone and anyone who had anything to do with the Sarumky family and his organization, everyone who had any relations with the old bosses who was n

Falling Deeper.

After the attack I initiated the search for the perpetrators but came up with nothing. The helplessness, the reminder that I still could get hurt and not be able to do anything about it. Uncle Kasali offered to help in the hunt but even he came up with nothing. So, after a couple of months I went to the Kabal. Yeah, I was that desperate to get Shurrah's killers. I had searched the streets and the killers were definitely not from any gang in the city, something felt off and the Kabal was the only ones I could turn to, I knew that I would probably regret the day I made that decision but I was hurting... Hell, I still do.I sought for their help and kept asking for about two months before they even gave me an audience. I was so paranoid that I decided to initiate a meeting with the Kabal without Mr. A's knowledge. I had made new friends in the political circles, among them was senator Abama Fredrick. He was the youngest senator in the state.The most dangerous thing about

End of the Line.

Everything ends eventually, even our lives. It makes you wonder what it is all for, all the struggles and hustles...all the suffering and falling and rising. All the achievements and successes. What sense does it all make if one day whether we like it or not we meet our ends and slowly get relegated to meer stories. Marx was meant to be untouchable, yes, the DSS was given that much power, even the old bosses dreaded having problems with them, the probably would not have done what I did. After finding out how Marx caused Shurrah's death I was furious and I went to see Kaz in prison, the last time I saw him he told me to "find all the motherfuckers who were involved and kill them all." But after telling him who was actually the cause of her death, he became skeptical about his stance on how to move forward from there. Even worse when I told him how I got the information, he flared up. "What the hell have you done!"he shouted. "I had no choice, brother! I

In A Freezing Cold Town (Chuks's POV)

London was cold as fuck, I missed everything about home, and the feeling that I had abandoned my brother was killing me. In London I was immediately met by Amin and his crew, they were contacted by Kunle and they were to take care of us Mike, and I while we stayed in London. The DSS and other agencies vowed to leave no stone unturned until they find the killers of their agent Marx and bring them to justice, but that promise was just as empty as many that came before them. I killed that motherfucker and they never caught me, what they did when they could not catch real perpetrators of a crime was to catch the next persons they could get and pin the crime on them. It was not even a surprise when the killers of agent Marx were paraded on national television. They would have been some street thugs or some innocent travelers or someone sitting in front of his house, or someone or people the agents or the agency had problems with. It also could have been political rivals and any

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