SLEEICK STORIES: God Bless The Day I Met You …Episode 8 (Finale)

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There was a large man sitting on a settee, re-arranged to face the door, with a gun on his lap. He looked very scary with lifeless eyes and a scar that ran from his left eye to a chin. But all of that did not terrify Lara Saura.

Sprawled at his feet, lifeless, was her only sister, Jumebi Saura.

Lara screamed.

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Dwayne smiled.

He had just finished packing. He remembered earlier that day when he had successfully fooled Lara into thinking he was not going to be around this weekend.

“Well, I didn’t lie. I just didn’t say the whole truth” Dwayne chuckled to himself as he dropped his key in the usual spot for his caretaker. “I didn’t tell you that I was going to Rome with you.”

As he sat in the driver seat of his one-door Hyundai Veloster, his phone rang.

Unknown Number.

From his experience he knew you never ignore a call without a valid caller id. He answered the call casually.

“Hello; Dwayne Abdul here.”

“Dwayne” came the sweet Mexican reply.

“Adelina?”

“It’s a cruel act of fate that I am in love with a man who despises me.” Adelina said.

Dwayne didn’t have time for this.

“Adeline, you are a wonderful person and…” he began a well-rehearsed rhetoric

“I love you Dwayne.” she cut in

Dwayne was a man always in charge and thus hated being interrupted. He was about to protest when Adelina’s next words hit him.

“I love you, and that is why I can’t sit back and watch you suffer.”

“Suffer? Last I checked my life is boisterous.”

“For now it is.”

“Adelina” Dwayne said, getting bored of the conversation. “I have no time for this. I have to…”

“Listen” Adelina interrupted again, leaving Dwayne furious “my father is in Nigeria.”

“So?”

“He is in Nigeria, Dwayne, because of you.”

“Me?”

“He is there to make you suffer”

“Ha ha. Make me suffer? How? Who is your father anyway? I never cared to ask.”

“My father is Lord Bucchi, you foreigners may know him only as Muerta.”

Silence

“And he is there to kill Lara. Today. Hello?”

Dwayne was already zooming off. He was largely successful because of the speed of his thinking. Muerta was a name reserved for the king of the underworld in Mexico and that title was not accorded to anyone lightly.

“Adelina’s father is Muerta. Believable. He is seriously pissed off at me. Understandable. He wants to kill Lara. Unacceptable!”

Dwayne jammed the keys on his phone as he sped into traffic.

“My man Dway…”

“LARRY, I FREAKING NEED YOUR HELP NOW!”

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Jeremiah arranged the last of the documents.

He had strategically arranged everything.

He smiled as he thought of the rose scented flowers and the red wine in the boot of his car. The document proof-reading and signing would take them several hours; giving him enough time to sulk and Lara to pet him out of guilt for the delayed start of his ‘romantic evening’ with his wife.

She was a sucker for beautiful flowers and wouldn’t mind a taste of the wine; wine he had infused with light drugs that would reduce her inhibitions. He had used a syringe to inject the drug through the wine bottle cover.

He was ready.

He stepped into his car, and quickly hit top speed as he sped towards Lara’s house.

“Are you ready; my sexy boss?”

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Lara floated upwards watched herself from above. She saw herself screaming her heart out. She looked like an untamed beast just released from its cage.

“This isn’t like me” she thought

Turning her head she saw the object of her irrational behavior.

Jumebi Saura.

She looked ahead and saw a rough man sitting with a gun on his laps.

Lara felt herself come alive again as soon as she saw the man.

She shrieked like a wounded lioness and started running towards the man. It took a while for her to realize she was not moving. Somebody was holding her in an iron-like grip. She twisted and saw it was the man who had impersonated Adamu, her gateman.

He threw her roughly on the ground.

Lara’s fragile, pampered body hit the cold marble floor with a loud thud. No sooner had she landed though, than she rose up running towards the man screaming.

She saw the other man move; his leg shot out and caught her square in the rib. Lara heard a crack and she spat out involuntarily.

Blood.

She began to cry.

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He parked outside the gate so as not to alert any presence. He looked around as he stepped out of the car. The first thing he noticed was the Black Range Rover Sports parked under the big almond tree.

Before his brain could compute anything, he heard it.

He heard Lara Saura scream.

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“What do you want?” Lara pleaded through bleeding mouth. “Please spare me. I beg of you.”

She looked at Jumebi. She thought she saw her chest rise and fall. She couldn’t be too sure; her sight was blinded by tears. The image though, was enough to lend her renewed hope.

“I will give you what you want. Just spare me and my sister.”

From the smile of the man with the gun and the actions of the Adamu-impersonator, she knew what they wanted.

The Adamu-impersonator began unbuckling his belt, slowly.

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He heard her scream again.

“Lara is in trouble.”

That was the resounding thought in his head as he burst through the door.

He quickly accessed the scenario. He saw Jumebi dead on the floor, Lara weeping and looking bewildered to see him and a man standing over her, pants and underpants down.

As he hand reached his pocket, he felt two sharp pricks on his chest. He stared at the nozzle of the gun in the rough-looking man’s hand and he saw a wisp of smoke come out of the silenced end.

He used two of his fingers to touch his chest and it felt wet.

Looking down, he saw blood.

Jeremiah fell on the floor, a thick red puddle forming under him.

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It came back to his mind.

“Unto the pure all things are pure: but unto them that are defiled and unbelieving is nothing pure; but even their mind and conscience is defiled.” Tit 1:15

A tear dropped from his eye as he lost consciously. He did not understand what had happened; but he knew he was losing his last chance. He knew it was his last chance, not with Lara Saura, but with Jesus Christ.

“Jesus, forg…i…v…e me.”

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Lara couldn’t stop screaming.

She had lost her mind. She wondered why all this was happening. She wondered what Jeremiah Uslop had come to do in her house. In her mental state she still noted that he was a strange man. He seemed to have been saying something as he died.

…as he died

Lara would have fainted but for the Adamu-impersonator who was advancing menacingly towards her. He and his partner were impervious to her screams and oblivious of the death around them. She glanced at Jumebi; she refused to believe she was dead. Lara couldn’t accept it.

She wondered if allowing these men have their way with her would cause them to leave. She cried as she thought of how her life would change if they raped her.

The man named Dwayne Abdul suddenly popped up in her head. She longed for one extra moment with him.

He was in Rome. He had promised not to sleep with her, out of respect and these men were prepared to take that which would soon be rightfully his, disrespectfully.

“NO!” Lara screamed in her head.

She jumped up and swung her leg at the bare skin in the groin region of the nearest assailant. She put all she had into the kick. He let out a very inhuman sound and recoiled on the floor. She had no time to dillydally; the look on the man’s face though assured her that there would be no ‘action’ for him for a long time, if ever.

She was running towards the other man when the shot hit her.

Lara held her arm as she fell on her knees. Her skin burned; the pain was excruciating. Through her peripheral vision she saw the other man try to rise but he stumbled. She then heard him crying loudly like a baby. He was pointing frantically at her.

The rough-looking man trained his gun on her and mouthed the word

“Astalabista.”

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Lara couldn’t hear him; for at that very moment there were loud bangs, similar to that made by a popcorn-making machine, all around the room and a mighty puff of smoke filled the room. She heard some sharp sounds, similar to the ones she had heard when Jeremiah was shot, she heard bodies fall and then some hands grabbed her rather roughly.

Lara shrieked madly.

The hands half-carried and half-dragged her outside. As soon as she felt a release on the grip, she tried to make a run for it. Another set of hands held her firmly, but gently.

“My, don’t you look mightily handsome right now.”

Lara sobbed wildly as she threw her arms around the voice’s owner.

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“She’s alive!” a voice screamed.

Three men in black surrounded Jumebi and began performing a quick-fix emergency operation on her.

They looked like professionals.

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As he led her away, her mind reeled. Everything seemed surreal; nothing was clear. Trying hard to clear the fog in her head, Lara looked up and asked him,

“Jumebi?”

“She’s stable. It’s only a mild concussion; apparently she was hit in the back of the head.”

Lara hugged Dwayne tightly, like the world was to end the next moment. She thought of her father who was her hero and had always been there for her. Now she had found another hero.

She whispered, almost inaudibly;

“God bless the day I met you.”

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Miles away, after putting the white phone receiver in its cradle, she sat on a wooden chair and puffed at a cigar, letting out the smoke slowly.

Her father’s mission had been compromised. He was returning home. Apparently the target had had insider’s information and had thus gotten professional help. Two men were down; that almost never happened to Lord Bucchi’s team.

She knew she was suspect. She knew her father would be ruthless with her. All these were not news to her, she knew exactly what she was getting into when she had called Dwayne earlier.

Adelina whispered into the thin air.

“I love you Dwayne; but I didn’t do this for you. I did it for our unborn.”

She did it out of love.

“I did it for our child.”

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