"Are you sure?" I asked him because it's hard to believe that Miguel Karmi killed Jackson. From the information I got, they called and treated each other like brothers. It's impossible. What might be the reason to kill him? I straightened my sitting position and met the gaze of Zech standing at the left corner of the square table of my working table."I'm sure, here's what I got," he handed me a flash drive.It's an ordinary flash drive, and I snatched it, felt the metal's warmth, and immediately plugged the flash drive into the USB port. Only one video was there. I clicked to play the video. And it's CCTV footage. A few minutes, exactly 10 minutes into the video, Miguel, and Jackson arrived; they talked seriously until they were fighting. There's no sound, so their actions showed both were angry. They seem to be in a port. The two were a few meters away on CCTV, and they didn’t seem to notice it was there above them. And what followed was Miguel shooting Jackson unexpectedly, the fac

My uber taxi stopped in front of a two-story building house with a red slanting roof and a balcony on the right side, seeing various hanging plants on the porch. I am not expecting her to live in this grand house alone. Did she have a family? She kept her private life a secret, and no one got any information about her real identity; that's how good she was. I was about to ring the doorbell when the gate suddenly opened; an older woman wearing a simple dress stared at me, eyeing me from head to toe and nodded."She's been waiting for you for a while; follow me," the woman said to me immediately.I followed inside the house until we reached a room at the end. She opened it effortlessly. The first thing I noticed was a beautiful woman doing yo-yoga in the middle of the room. She stopped bending backwards when she saw me and giving me a wide smile."You can leave us now," she politely said to the woman who left immediately and closed the door."Long time no see, Pigeon," she greeted and a

Zech threw the phone loudly at the wall after the naughty Maverick called him."Relax, Zech," Cailon butt in, sitting on the couch of his office.He sat in the seat he had been sitting in before the man called, facing Cailon. When his sister Athiya called that she was in the hospital, and a man took Queenie he didn’t expect that to happen. His Mama was furious that she went to the office earlier when she found out what had happened. And his mom even threatened her that if he couldn’t get his fiancée home safely, her mom would tell her dad what he was doing behind him. The secret he kept from his father.Of course, He'll do everything to save her. This was how Maverick wants to pay him. His hands clasped as he took a deep breath and leaned back on the couch.The fake wedding of the two of them with Queenie should be tomorrow, which was according to his plan, and now trouble came. Dad will not give him the position as the company's CEO if he knows what happened and the wedding was postp

It was as if I was a rice that had been thrown inside the van again, my head hitting the side of the seat. And Maverick violently closed the door. I stood on the floor, I wanted to touch my forehead that looked like a lump, but my hand was behind me. I will not cry. I can handle this too.I straightened up, and my treacherous tears came out of my eyes. You unfaithful tears, why are you excited to come out? The man operated the vehicle. Where are his companions?I looked back, and just now, I noticed the African on the ground, bloody head. This guy slew the poor man! Pity and anger haunted me. Compassion for the African teenager and anger at the man driving. How could he kill his men? How could he? Doesn’t he think of the families of those he killed? What if he still has children? Waiting for their father to come home, they didn't know he was dead. What if that african’s mother is waiting for her son? Isn’t how painful it is for a mother to lose a child?I looked at the tattoo on the m

We strode through the wrought-iron gates of the restaurant; my eyes hovered over the woman in a formal waitress attire, greeted us, and headed us into an attractive formal room; I noticed the family size table having ten chairs for people. My gaze landed on Zech, who stood up from sitting beside his father between the other man at his other side. A broad smile curved his mouth as he approached us, giving me a smacking kiss on my lips and his mom in the cheeks.My heart palpitated; I hope I won't mess things up or, at worst, embarrass myself in front of his relatives. I erase the image of myself being tripped because of my clumsiness or choked of eating or splashed someone accidentally because shit can happen, right? What if—Zech held his arm in my waist as he whispered, feeling the warmth of his breath in my ear, "Don't be nervous, they won't bite you, relax." And he grinned and lightly squeezed his hand on my midsection. He was trying to make me feel better.I swallowed, staring at