Semua Bab THE THUG NAMED HEZEKIAH: Bab 1 - Bab 10

"No Yaande, It's over!", He yelled with a straight face and unfaltering tone. I had mixed feelings. I was happy yet insecure. I was free yet imprisoned. I was surprised yet disappointed. I was in bondage. An enslaved captive yet free. The unconditional condition. The unlimited limit. " Katlego, you can not leave. We can always work this out. How about Tristan?", I asked as tears began to well up in my eyes. I didn't understand myself. I was betraying myself yet again. I promised myself to never get into an abusive relationship. I promised myself that the father of my child would be my husband. I promised myself I would be Katlego's wife. I made promises I thought would keep. I became miserable and that was reason enough to leave. But I didn't want to yet again. I had a son who needed his father around. Katlego was the sweetest nightmare I ever came across. He was the man every woman wanted and wished was in bed with. He was spectacularly handsome. Handsome as hell, they would say.

" Somebody help! ", I screamed. The Herculean man pointed the gun at me from the old lady. His grip on the gun was stable and sure. I was shaken. Scared. Insecure. I clamped my fists so hard and closed my eyes. I was frustratingly upset. A heavy cloud of silence filled the entire room. Everyone was terrified. The other two men began to walk around the store making, silly faces at us. It was embarrassingly foolish if you'd ask me. But there was nothing none of us could do at this point.  I heard a thumping crispy sound and I opened my eyes. The muscular man was walking towards me real slowly. I froze. My heart and pulse began to compete with one another. At this point, my legs weakened. This was the end. I wish I could have told Tristan how much I loved him. His tattoos were more visible as he came closer. When he was only a few inches away, he st

 Soon, I was the one feeling turned on instead by his jealousy. The thought of another man desiring me already unpleased him. Once rejected, twice desired. The way he moved, it was like his body was speaking. It was a body language I understood very well. He wanted to have his way under my pants. There wasn't any space between us both as he kept snatching me closer to himself. I began to slowly move backwards, he followed my lead. His member firm but dangling in its spacious confinement. We were moving in sync and his body was starting to respond to mine. Every step I took back, he too took forward. Finally, with my back against the wall, his body pressed against mine. He, desirably looking at my

 After some hours, Katlego walked into the room we shared. I had no idea where he had been had after our wonderful and hopefully final encounter. His appearance in the room brought new emotions altogether. I was a little shaken. Not so sure if he had forgotten about the flowers or he was still fervently curious about them. Something silly to be angry about, especially that he wasn't getting any for me since who-knows-when? It was entirely clear that the romance between us died from his side of the line. My trials and upkeep of being romantic fell on infertile ground. It yielded no fruitful results. And that motivated me to stop trying. It would have been stupid of me to continue being romantic. I felt like I was forcing things and it made me seem desperate. But that wasn't the case, I was just in love.

 I was interested in listening to the calls Katlego was making but I dozed off. I didn't know how much information he had gotten that very night, but he tried. I had woken up twice to ease myself in the same night. I found him still making calls, still optimistic to attain results the very night. I asked him to come and lay for a little bit but he turned my offer down. I on the other end was pretty much tired. I tried to stay awake for a while to keep him company but my eyes wouldn't cooperate. I, later on, woke up to make him a cup of coffee after I eased myself. I was supporting his work, I wanted him to find what he needed, but not arrest H. With no luck in finding the thug that almost killed