My Madam And I - S02 E06

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My Madam And I - S02 E06

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

I drove in silence listening to his thoughts.

Man: I have to get out of sight ( looking both sides) where do i go to now? Hhmmm… Okay, drive.

” drive! Keep driving!”. He said steadily.

Man: I need to dispose of this fool after getting his money.

These words sent cold shiver through my spine. I was going numb or could it be fear paralyzing me? I needed to do something and fast

” let me have your wallet!”. He ominously whispered in my ear.

I reached for my wallet in my jacket breast with a tremulous hand and handed it to him. I looked at him in the rear mirror, as he opened the wallet took out the 3 grand in it, tossed the wallet on the seat beside him and pressed the knife on my throat.

Man: Should I cut him here? No! Where is it going to be? Okay, at the back of the cathedral. I need this car.

” drive to the cathedral”. He said, looking in front of me.

I needed to negotiate my life with him. I tried to speak but had a lump in my throat choking me. I managed to force a speech.

” sir-sir”. I swallowed hard and continued. ” take whatsoever ever you-you want le-let me go”.

He wasn’t listening. He was busy looking through both sides of the window.

Man: But I can’t leave… I need to finish my job. D--n! This fool made me miss my mark.

” he wasn’t the guy”. I said.

He looked at me.

Man: What is he talking about?

” the guy you wanted to kill isn’t your target. Your target is a white man”. I found myself saying, not knowing if I was doing the the right thing, but I had to do something for my life sake.

” how do you mean?”. He sounded husky.

Man: How did he even know I wanted to attack? Yes! How did he know? I should have thought of that first.

” i- i was given the same job. The guy you-you wanted to kill is the guy to pay me after the-the job is done”. I stuttered, trying my best to sound convincing.

” who?”. He asked coldly.

I listened for him to give me a clue but his mind was blank.

” who!”. He bellowed impatiently.

I flinched and looked in front of me, the cathedral was not too far away anymore. The blade of the knife was now digging into my throat.

” the man… You know who”. I blutted.

Man: What is he trying to do? Playing on my intelligence?

” his name is…you know the rules. I can’t tell the name of the person who gives me a job”. I said, suddenly becoming confident.

Man: That’s true. Could it be Adamson Table? I don’t think so! Let him tell.

” who!”. He asked sternly.

” I am not supposed to say but his name is Adamson Table”. I said trying to keep my tone steady.

He paused and looked in front of him at the cathedral that we had reached. I wanted to drive past, he pressed the blade harder into my throat, I could feel it digging some cut, i had to slow down.

” behind the cathedral”. He said sternly.

I felt my end looking me in the face. I knew I had to do something very fast or be dead in no time soonest.

” I can give you my next job. It’s worth 10 grand”. I said trying again to sound confident and convincing.

Man: That’s a lot of money! Could he be telling the truth? Should I call Adamson to confirm? I think i should call him… He’s going to find out that I haven’t done his job. Fvck it! He should have given me a better description.

I was now driving to the back of the cathedral. I tried to buy some more time, so I said the first thing that crossed my mind.

” call Adamson to confirm. Ask him if he knows Striker “. I pressed.

Man: I think he’s right. Let me confirm. But I ain’t returning his money. It’s gone!

He took out his phone with a hand and began dialing. I knew I had to do something fast before he finds out the truth and slice my throat. The knife on my neck was well placed for easy slice.

I was driving to where i would park the car when my phone rang. He glared at me and asked angrily. ” who the fvck is that? End the fvcking call!”.

I reached for my phone in my side trouser pocket and with a shaky hand took it out. It was aunty Esther calling me on video call. I immediately took it and raised it to my face so she would see the situation I was in. The man saw the screen of my phone, and in alarm removed the knife from my neck to grab the phone from me. I then ceased the opportunity, pressed hard on the throttle and the cat ran into a wall in front of me. The impact made him hit his chest on the back of my seat and then he fell backwards while I was held to my seat by my seatbelt.

Immediately, I jumped out and moved away from the car. Two young white seminarians in whites saw the crash and came closer, when they saw me rushing towards then, one of them asked.

” are you okay sir?”.

I pushed both of them backwards, frightfully saying breathlessly. ” he’s dangerous! Get away from here!”.

The young seminarians seem not to understand me.

Seminarian one : He must have hit his head hard on his dashboard. The clash has given him a head concussion .

Seminarian two: What is he saying? I can’t understand a word he is saying.

” are you okay sir?”. Seminarian two asked removing my hand from his chest.

” he’s dangerous, leave!”. I said and heard a sound behind me. The man was out of the car!

Seminarian Two: Oh! That man seem hurt.

” your friend!”. Seminarian two said and left left me to assist the assassin who was angrily looking at me. I tried to stop him but seminarian one held me back.

” sir, you’re experiencing a nervous breakdown, please calm down”. He said grabbing my hands so I could let go of his colleague.

Seminarian two went to the assassin who bent with his hands on his knees breathing. The seminarian was about placing a hand on the assassin’s shoulder and suddenly stood still like he was shocked, then fell on the assassin’s shoulder who was driving his hand into the seminarians stomach with his eyes on me frowning ominously. The seminarian then fell on his side holding his tummy. The assassin was now holding a blood stained knife in his blood stained hand.

I was transfixed for some brief seconds, everything went silent. I could only see the assassin and the young seminarian going on his knees in front of him. And suddenly audio sound activated again

I turned to the other seminarian who was yet to recover from the shock and pulled him by the hand with me into the nearest door and that was the door leading to the church.

We ran into it, i shut the door abruptly and bolted it. The second seminarian hasn’t still gotten over what he saw. He was overwhelmed by fear, his young eyes kept staring at the door as though he could see a reply of the episode in it.

I looked at him and wanted to say something but was interrupted by a bang on the door. I startlingly turned to the door and the assassin said in a low yell.

” Mike Junior! Yeah… That’s your name right? “.

I was surprised. I was looking at the door as if I could see through it to man yelling my name.

” I know who you are Mike! I will hunt you down!”.

I turned to the seminarian who was now growing pale and said.

” it’s okay! It’s okay!”. I was actually talking to my self.

Twenty minutes later I heard voices outside. I ran to the window and saw a black priest and some men with him around my car and the young dead seminarian on the floor.

Slowly I opened the door and looked around for the assassin. The seminarian immediately ran past me to the priest, explaining something to them apprehensively and pointing at me. The priest turned to me and they all moved towards me.

I walked up to them and began explaining. I told the priest what happened at the park, how the assassin followed me in my car, tried to kill me and how I ran into the fence. I didn’t fail to mention that I warned the young priest trainees about the assassin.

” I’m sorry sir, but we have to call the cops “. The priest said in a gentle tone.

I nodded and went to check in the car for my phone and found it under my chair. Picked it up and called aunty Esther.

” how are you! god! Are you okay?”. Esther yelled into the phone. ” where are you?”.

” I’m fine. At the cathedral”. I said tiredly.

” don’t go anywhere! Hang on! I’ll send someone over in a jiffy!”. She said in a terrified tone and hung up.

10 minutes later, Uncle Sly and Jaz came to the cathedral. I spotted them as they were looking for me and went to meet them up.

These uncles of mine were one crazy set of duo I had ever met. At fifty or sixty I can’t tell. They should be old coz they were my pops pals, but they look forty something to me. One thing I love about these guys is that you don’t fvck with either of them. Whenever you see aunty Esther, you will invariably see both of them. They were team or the sought and some rich gangster squad.

I love uncle Sly more than Jaz who is a bully. A very smart man uncle Sly is. Every word of his mouth is something i would pay to get. Jaz, the teeth knockout dude. At his age he can take on five strong men with ease.

I remember when we were driving back from the club, that dude loves club life! We came across some thugs blocking the road collecting money from every car that passes them. They must be ten or so. I was scared to the teeth, I tried to stop him from getting involved with street thugs. He got off the car angrily telling them to get out of his way. One of the muscle guys without shirt on, sagged jean with his pistol head visible from his boxer came to push Uncle Jaz’s chest, the next thing I saw was the guy in the air and landed with his back on our bonnet. Others came after him, he cease two by their hands and kick the third on his chest. To my surprise, he kicked their asses real good! Even though two of them had guns, he dealt with them terribly that they ran away without their guns.

” Young Mike, who is the rat that threatens you?”. Uncle Jaz asked and roughly checking me out.

Jaz: Stupid weak boy! Not tough! Not tough!

I managed to get off his big hands from me and explained everything to them.

Uncle Sly’s eyes was everywhere at a time

Sly: What if he’s watching us right now? What has little Mike got himself into? I hope it doesn’t spoil my plans for the weekend.

Then he turned to me and asked.” did you catch his face? Can you describe him?”.

” he was putting on a face cap all the time. But I can tell he’s black, clean shaven and looked like he was in his forties”. I said searching through my head.

” why didn’t you kick is ass? Your dad got the ass beating in him”. Uncle Jaz sarcastically threw at him.

” leave the kid alone will you!”. Uncle Sly raged at Jaz.

” we need to toughen him up! He’s too weak!”. Jaz returned.

Jaz: I hate weak people! If you weren’t Mike’s son! Let me not think it coz I would have left you to die!

Sly ignored him and turned to me. ” did he get any information of you?”.

Sly: (looking at me) please tell me he didn’t!

I remembered the wallet and nervously nodded. Uncle Jaz threw his hands up in frustration.

” d--n! Now we have to hunt this rat down! I got things to do not chasing after rats!”. Jaz bellowed, calling people attention.

Sly gave him a warning stare and turned to me. ” we have to keep you with us until we catch this guy”.

I turned to them unbelievably. ” what about my job!”

Sly: ( looking at me pitifully ) If only you know the deep shit you are into.

” are you talking about Job? Do you have a spared life somewhere!”. Uncle Jaz bellowed.