Tarasha - Season 1 - Episode 43

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Tarasha - Season 1 - Episode 43

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3pm
Afo continued to hit his revolver on his palm
in a rhythmic manner as he revolved around
the escaping captives. ‘So what were you trying
to do?’ He shouted at them.


Evelyn clung to Henry’s arm like a scared child.
They were surrounded by four armed men
who stared at them without pity.


‘How did you cut the ropes and knock out
those two guys?’ Afo asked again, taking a look
at each of his men. ‘Or did they compromise?’
Afo moved closer to Henry and Tarasha. He
placed his gun on Henry’s nose and Henry
froze in fear. ‘You’re brave right?’ Afo
continued to taunt. ‘I would have killed you
right now, but I’ll take you inside first, for two
reasons. First, I don’t have a silencer here and
secondly, I was ordered to make your death
slow and painful’


He pushed Henry backwards on the nose with
the gun and moved to Tarasha. ‘Hmm…’ Afo
licked his lips wickedly. He placed the gun on
her forehead and dragged it down her nose,
lips to her neck. He then used his left hand to
pull down her jacket’s zip revealing her inner
armless top. ‘You seem to have a nice body’ he said as he stared at the curves on her chest.


Afo dipped his hand in his pocket and picked
out a knife. He placed it on Tarasha’s top and
began to cut it downwards.

Henry couldn’t stand what his brain was
communicating to him, this was the same
thing he had seen some years ago and it was
replaying again. His sister’s clothes was torn
on that fateful day with a knife too, but the
difference was that his sister was held by two
other men.

Then recognition hit him, he remembered
Afo. Afo was also one of the men who had
joined Dare in assaulting and murdering his
sister back in the university. Hormones rushed
into his brain, his eyes was filled with anger
and his body vibrated as he tried to hold
himself back Afo was getting down to the b----t level when Henry sent a blow to his hand, making the knife fall off.

All eyes turned to him. Afo smiled, surprised
by his audacity. ‘B-----d!’ Afo cursed as he
sent a blow to Henry’s chest and followed it up
by using the butt on his head. Henry lost
consciousness immediately.


Afo smiled and turned back to Tarasha. She
began to move backwards slowly like someone
who was deeply terrified. Afo’s boys formed a
wall at her back to prevent her from further
moment. The look on her face was like that of
an helpless child.

‘Please, I’ll give you my body. Don’t hurt me’

she spoke in a pleading manner, trying to buy
more time. ‘Let’s go inside and I’ll submit
myself to you’

‘I don’t need you to submit yourself or give
yourself to me. I’m taking you by myself’ Afo
laughed wickedly.

He moved close to her and stretched his hand
towards her torn inner top. She stopped him
with her palm.

Surprisingly, he couldn’t push further. It was
as if the strength in the girls arm was equal to
his own. He felt insulted and motioned his
hand to slap her but she dodged. She bent
down and delivered an uppercut to his g---n.

The huge man fell on one knee, wincing in
pain.

Tarasha’s defense of her self took Afo’s men
by surprise and before they could react
properly Tarasha had driven a knife into the
big Afo’s right foot, sticking him to the ground
and she was holding his neck with another
knife close to it.

‘His head would come down if anyone moves
or c---s his gun’ Tarasha gave a serious
warning to Afo guys who were pointing a gun
at her. Blood was already dripping from Afo’s
neck as the knife was so close to his skin.

Afo made signals to his men with his eyes,
scared to talk and deepen the knife’s entrance
into his neck. His men gradually began to put
down their guns.

‘Good. Bring them over here’ Tarasha
motioned one of the guys to pack all the guys
and drop the guns close to where she stood.

‘Now remove every other weapon you have
with you’

Afo’s men raised up their hands in a
surrendering fashion, trying to communicate
that they had no other weapon with them.

Tarasha stared at them for a moment,
scrutinizing their pockets from her point.

‘You’ she signified to the one at the middle
with her head. ‘Take out that revolver behind
your Jean’

The guy in the middle was shocked, he used
his hand to beat his chest to confirm if she was
really talking to him.

‘Yes, Idio*t! Take out that revolver inside your
trouser. The guy quickly loosened his belt and
dipped in his hand to bring out the gun. He
threw it where the other guns were and raised
back his hands. ‘Now, turn your backs’ Tarasha ordered and the guns turned immediately.

‘Okay…’ She said, searching their bodies with
her eyes. ‘Take him into your car’ she ordered
them to lift Henry into the car.

‘When you place him at the back, then drive
the car down here’ she ordered again, bending
down to pick a gun.

She stared at them one after the other, she
felt the urge to drop each of them. But no, it
would only cause more problems. It may get
her deeply involved with the police which she
needed to avoid. The car was parked right
beside her with Henry la!d on the back seat.

The driver came out and joined the rest of his
men whose hands were raised up.



3.20pm
Mallam Jefa was surprised at the manner at
which the red car who had just driven into his
neighbour’s compound drove out of the gate
recklessly. The car had just gotten to the front
of his shop when it stopped and the new
driver, a lady came out of the car. She turned
round to check the tyres, the right back one
was bad. She entered back into the car and
drove off without bothering to change it
Jefa rubbed his eyes vigorously, he couldn’t
believe what he was seeing. ‘Have I seen that
lady before?’ He mumbled to himself as he
walked out of his store and stood at the side
of the road. His customers that were
unattended to were already getting surprised
at why he abandoned them to peep a car
whose movement or owner wasn’t his
business.


‘No, it… can’t be’ Jefa mumbled to himself
again as his body vibrated all over. Urine
began to pass out of his body involuntarily. He
raced back into his store and hurriedly rolled
out a bike.

‘Mallam Jefa, what are you doing with my
bike?’ Someone shouted at him.

Jefa ignored and started the engine, he sped
off immediately in the same direction the car
went.



Sylvester arrived at the black gate in his car
with two police vans at his back exactly by
three thirty pm. The police officers jumped
off immediately and some rushed to Mallam
Jefa’s store. Boys who were smoking, drinking
and eating at the store began to run helter
skelter to evade police arrest. The officers
were able to capture quite a number of them.

Some officers had already launched into the
building. The compound seemed empty but
there were traces of blood and signs of a fight.

Three officers proceeded into the building
carefully. The saw a body laying face flat,
lifeless on the floor. The body was turned
upward and the police took note of the bullet
sent into the chest.


‘Is he?’ One officer spoke in a very low voice
to his companion.

The other replied in negative with a wave of
the hand.

‘I think the victim was previously tied up here’
another officer said in a low voice, picking up
the ropes. ‘But it doesn’t look like it was only
one person who was tied up’

‘Maybe this was also one of the victims’ an
officer suggested, pointing to the lifeless body
with bullet in the chest.

‘I hope not’. The officers began to proceed
with caution into the others rooms in the
building. Two other men were called to join
them from outside the building. A loud groan
startled them.

‘Did you hear that?’ An officer asked as the
groan came again.

‘Some people are surely inside this house and
they’re unaware of our presence.’ The officers dispersed themselves into the other rooms with great determination to find the criminals.



‘Doc, you have to stop that treatment for now’
Audu, a long bearded stout man who was
second in command to Afo spoke.
Afo who la!d on the bed receiving treatment
turned to Audu in surprise, demanding an
explanation with the look in his eyes. Afo’s
neck injury which had cleaned but not
bandaged made it difficult for him to turn his
head. The Doctor also demanded an
explanation.


‘The police are around, they’re in the main
building and we could attract them here if we
keep making loud sounds’

Afo nodded in agreement. The Doctor turned
to Afo, ‘would you try to maintain calm while I
treat you?’

‘What the hell is maintain calm?’ Afo slammed
at him as he tried to sit up. ‘The injury is so
painful, I can’t keep quiet completely. We
have to wait for the police to leave’

With that, the Doctor got up from the bedside,
picked up his instruments and walked away.
Afo turned back to Audu. ‘Is the underground
door properly locked?’


‘Yes, it is. The police would never notice that
there’s a door there’ Audu replied confidently.
‘I don’t just want them to have a clue that
there’s an underground facility’

‘That’s right’ Afo commented, getting up to his feet. He hopped in pain to the fridge and took
out a bottle of water.

‘You should have brought those idiots to this
place’ Audu spoke after watching Afo gulp
down the whole contents of the bottle.

‘I underestimated them’ Afo replied with a
tone of regret. ‘I didn’t expect such strength
from a girl’

‘It will be difficult to kill them now. They
would be more careful and the police would
also keep an eye on them’

‘I know, we have to inform Dare to be careful’
Afo picked up his phone and sat back on the
bed. His phone rang before he could dial
anything.


‘Hello Dare, I was about to call you’
‘Yes, how far Afo?’ Dare’s voice came
cheerfully. ‘Did you record their shouts and
screams?’


‘I’m sorry Dare, they escaped’ Afo spoke in a pleading manner.

‘They did what???’

‘They are also aware that you’re behind this.
So be careful please. I promise to make it up
to you’ Afo ended the call without waiting to
hear another reply.



‘What’s that?’ Jubril Lawal asked as he walked down the stairs of the duplex. Dare was
unaware that his he raised his voice loud
enough for someone else to hear.
‘Nothing Dad, nothing.’ Dare put on a fake
smile and stood up to welcome his Dad.
‘You’re sure there’s nothing wrong?’ Dare
nodded. ‘Then who were you talking to?’ Jubril
pressed on.


Dare stared at his father, the unwillingness to
answer the question was clearly seen on his
face.


Jubril smiled. ‘Don’t worry son, you don’t need to give me a reply, it’s not my business
anyways.’

Dare gave a forced smile.
‘So how’s work?’ The father asked.
‘Fine sir, how about yours?’
‘Fine also’ Jubril smiled again.
Dare was feeling uneasy. His Dad’s smiles
were unusual and getting too much. ‘You said
you wanted to see me’

‘Yes son. It’s my birthday next tomorrow and
I’ve decided to organize a banquet’ Jubril
paused, allowing Dare to absorb the first part
of the information. ‘I’m inviting my friends
and business partners. So I want you to work
with Debo in organizing the banquet for me’
Dare found it hard to believe what he just
heard. He was tempted to almost ask if his
father was just marking a joke. ‘You want to
organize a banquet?’ He asked softly.
‘Yes son, what do you think?’ Jubril Lawal
paused and stared straight into his son’s eyes.
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