de-ep_SECRETS
Episode 10
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11:01 am, Apple Bar
Steve sat quietly in the taxi and
watched every person and car
which went into Apple Bar. He
was expecting to see the people
who abducted his wife arrive
minutes after his wife. Patiently
he waited. Inside the bar, Lizzy
grew impatient and dialed
Steve’s number severally
without his picking up. She did
not know what to make of his
failure to show up at the bar
nor of his failure to take her
calls. Without her meaning to,
tears welled up in her eyes, a
young man who took interest in
her sublime physique and
scantily covered boo-bs walked
over to her table and asked,
“Excuse me madam, what is the
problem?” and sat down
without Lizzy’s permission. Lizzy
could tell the young man had
his eyes fixed on her boo-bs. She
tried to tuck her boo-bs behind
her br@ which served more to
exp-ose them than cover them.
The young man smiled
impudently and asked her,
“How much is your fee? I am
will double them to spend just a
minute with you.” Lizzy looked
at her watch and asked the
young man, “Idiot, is your
mother a who-re or did you just
wake from a who-rehouse this
morning? It is only 11:00 am
and you are looking for a
woman to jump on.” The
surprised young man stood to
his feet and snapped, “If you
don’t want us asking, keep
them covered.”
Just as the young man made his
way toward another table,
Lizzy’s phone rang and she
picked it hurriedly, “Baby,
where are you? I have been
waiting for long.” “Get up and
leave the bar. When you step
outside, leisurely walk across
the street as though you
wanted to buy some things. I
will pick you up from there.”
Lizzy bolted out of the
restaurant. Outside, she
struggled to walk across the
street calmly. She just could not
wait to see her husband. Steve
didn’t like the way she was
walking; she was drawing
attention to herself. He was
going to call her when Lizzy
suddenly stopped and walked
back to her car, opened it and
sat in it for a moment before
dialing Steve, “Hello baby, I think
I just saw a man I recognized
from the house I was kept
when I was abduction.
Wherever you are please don’t
make a move, someone is
watching us.” “Thank you
baby… now I want you to drive
to a market place, when you get
there, abandon your car and
disappear into the market. From
the market, try to call me from a
public phone, I will tell you
where I will be by then.” Lizzy
started her car and drove off.
10:15 PM, Radisson Blue
“I hope what I am afraid of is
not what you have called me
out to tell me,” Stella said as she
sat on the edge of her seat,
waiting to find out the result of
the paternity test she had hired
the doctor to conducted on her
last son. The look on the
doctor’s face wasn’t appealing,
Stella could tell he had bad news
for her. To put her out of her
misery, he handed her a brown
envelope. Stella refused to take
it and said, “Tell me what’s in it
first!” “Your husband is not the
father of your last child… he
belongs to Mayo.” Stella had
feared the result the doctor just
gave her. Though she had
thought about it for days, it still
hit her with a numbing for-ce.
“Are you certain of the result,
doctor?” “Yes, I am hundred
percent sure.” “Did you check
over and again to be sure?” “I
did. You know how thorou-ghI
am. I can’t make mistakes with
such important tests.” “Thank
you,” Stella said and collected
the envelope from the doctor.
The doctor stood to his feet and
left the bar. After staring long at
the envelope, Stella opened it
and poured over the result line
after line. She glanced at her
watch, picked up her phone
and placed a call to Mayo, “Hello
Mayo. How are you doing?” “I
am good.” “What’s happening
to the group?” “What do you
mean?” “Don’t play that game
with me Mayo! You know what
I mean! Why were Eve and
Stanley shot?”
Mayo stalled for a moment, he
didn’t know how to answer
Stella. He was still having a
struggle with guilt. He knew he
could have stopped the attack
on Eve and Stella and yet he did
nothing. “I don’t know why
they were shot. I am still
working on it,” he lied. “You
know I know when you are
lying. There is so much you are
not saying at the moment. I am
going to forward a text
message to you, when you are
done reading it, call me back.”
Stella worked throu-ghher
messages and forwarded to
Mayo the message which read,
“Mayo is going to kill you all. He
has just found out from Emilia
that there is a tape about the
se-xual orgies you all often have
together. He knows why Eve
and Stanley were shot.” After
sending out the message Stella
waited. She had all the night to
wait. She had fooled her
husband with a fictitious job
she had to do that night to
leave the house. She wasn’t
much of a drinker, but to keep
herself wide awake, she
ordered for a bottle of Chelsea
Dry Gin along with a bottle of
Smirnoff Ice. She had them
mixed in a gl@$$ with a few
cubes of ice and began to sip
the drink slowly.
10:35 pm, Mayo’s Home
Mayo was sitting at a table in
his study staring at the message
Stella forwarded to him in
disbelief. No doubt someone
somewhere was turning them
against each other. First
whoever he or she was made it
look like Eve and Stanley were
responsible for the videos and
had them shot. The same
person was also after him,
sending pernicious messages to
his friends to make them think
he was behind all that was
happening. However, there was
something worrisome about
the text message Stella
forwarded to him, it had Emilia’s
name in it; that had Mayo
alarmed. How many of us know
Emilia by her real name? he
thought as he stood to his feet
and paced around his study. In
a quick move he picked his
phone and read the message
which a stranger sent to him
about Emilia, “Hello Mayo, Emilia
paid someone to make the
videos. Check the house you use
for your abominable se-xual
orgies and you will see lots of
hidden cameras. Are you hidden cameras. Are you aware
that she worked as a hooker for
seven years in Atlanta before
she returned to Nigeria? Don’t
believe what she tells you. She
doesn’t want the videos found.
If you don’t believe me, you
know where to look.” By now
Mayo could tell he was in a de-ep
shit. Outside, three armed men
scaled the wall into his
compound and slit the throats
of his two military guards and
made their way to his door.
Upstairs two University girls he
had brou-ght in for the night lay
Na-ked and unconscious on the
floor. The aphrodisiac he gave
them was too strong for the
girls’ hearts to handle.
Mayo studied the two text
messages to sp-ot a pattern. The
first thing he noticed was that
the sender of those messages
was knowledgeable about her
group. He forwarded the
second message to Stella second message to Stella and
gave her a few minutes to read
it. While he waited to call her, he
heard a gl@$$ shatter in his
kitchen. His thought was that
the girls must have recover
from the effect of the drug he
gave them. Clutching his phone,
he headed toward the kitchen.
Just when he was to step into
his living room, he heard a male
voice whispering, “The house is
big, where do we go next?”
Mayo was struck with fear.
Quickly he retraced his steps
back to his room. He pulled out
an automatic handgun from
un-der his pillow and co–ck ed it.
Shoving it into his hip, he pulled
on a t-shirt and a pair of
sneakers. His heart beat so fast
that he tasted blood in his
mouth. Leaning on the door of
his room, he listened for
sounds. Convinced there was
none, he opened the door of his
room and stepped out.
Immediately his phone rang,
Stella was the one calling.
The sound of his ringing phone
sent the @$$@$$ins in his
direction. At first he heard
footsteps running toward him,
and then gunshots. He went to
the floor and without thinking
pointed his gun in the direction
of the footsteps and sque-ezed
the trigger. Two men in face
masks let out screams and went
to the floor as flesh and blood
splattered in all directions. Mayo
sprang to his feet and ran
toward an exit door at the back
of his house, with a few
gunshots missing him by the
whiskers. When he reached the
door, he opened it and hid
beside the wall. He was
expecting gunshots to follow
his opening the door. When no
one shot at the door, he jumped
out into the night and made his
way out of his compound. His
hunch had served him well; two
weeks earlier he had sent his
wife and children to the Gambia
to stay with his friend, Isa
Farouk. Outside his compound
his feet pounded the ground as
he ran in the night. About an
hour later he called Stella,
“Stella! Where are you?” “I am
at Radisson Blue, but please I
don’t nee-d you tonight, I am
trying to make my ways right
again with God. Please keep
your @$$ where your wife is, I
am done f***ing you.” “Shot up
and listen! Some people broke
into my house about an hour
ago and tried to kill me! Call
your husband and get out of
the city now!”
12:40 am, A Mansion outside
the City
The three doctors were by now
scheming very ha-rd to get Eve
and Stanley out of the house
after what they had heard
about the videos. “The man we
are working for, his name is
Maxwell, do you know him?” Dr.
Larry asked. Stanley was
shocked, he could not even bat
an eyelid. “What is wrong
Stanley. What do you know
about him? Please talk to us,”
Dr. Larry pleaded. Eve looked at
Stanley and then at the three
doctors. Drawing closer to them
she said, “Maxwell is the person
in the video who had se-x with
his daughter Anabel…” There
was a pin-drop silence in the
room. The three doctors
seemed like they were going to
choke to death with shock.
Anabel was perhaps the
nation’s biggest female
celebrity. She had endorsement
contracts with Coca Cola,
Samsung, P&G, Nestle and some
other blue chip corporations. Dr.
Lami was the first to recover
from the shock; blinking his
eyes like he had a pack of sand
in it he asked, “But why did
Maxwell have se-x with Anabel?
It is an abomination!” “It
happened in a blindfold, nu-de
pa-rty, hosted by Mayo. He
regularly hosted such pa-rties
for the crème de la crème of our
society along with some of my
friends…” Stanley explained.
“Jesus! This is not happening!
How did I get involved in this?
Maxwell has our families,
Stanley! He took them in the
name of protecting them while
we work for him,” Dr. Frank, the
second in rank amongst the
three doctors, exclaimed. “Calm
down Frank, nothing is going to
happen to your families. You are
doing fine with your job,”
Stanley @$$ureStanley @$$ured him.
“But, why would Maxwell had
se-x with his daughter,” Lami
prodded. “I don’t have the
whole details, I leant the much I
know from Mayo; and that was
only a few days to my wedding.
I was told someone drugged
Maxwell and Anabel with an
aphrodisiac called Pendulum.
The drug makes people do
things they would never do
even with a gun to their heads.
Maxwell had se-x with his
daughter and did not even
remember it until he saw the
video. He must be really mad. It
was all a set up to destroy his
political and business empire,”
Stanley explained further.
“Anabel is supposed to marry
Mustapha, the third son of Al
Sherriff, brother to the
president. I have been thinking
about it, it seems like someone
doesn’t want Maxwell to have
such a powerful allegiance
throu-ghhis daughter’s
marriage to the Sherriffs,” Eve
suggested.
To be continued …