Blake
After probably ruining Anita's day, she did not look shocked like I expected, Tessa asked me to take us to town. She had an errand to run and as though things wouldn't get weird enough, she walked into a law firm. When she came out she asked me to pack the car and gave me some money to buy food, the meeting was going to take a long time. So I took a seat at a restaurant opposite the law firm, from there I could see vehicles and people, just drinking my juice and reading the paper, seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours at around a half past six she emerged with the lawyer by her side. Was my wife really disowning her mother?"I'm sorry that it took so long I am hoping you didn't get bored" she said when I got the door for her. In a black suit, white shirt black tie one wouldn't argue I was her bodyguard."Not really, I had the paper and TV to keep me company. Also lots of mango juice" I said and shut the door then quickly slid into the driver’s seat.BlakeThe cock crowing, the birds chirping, metal clacking outside, cows mooing from a distance, fresh morning breeze feeling my room and the curtains dancing to the rhythm of the wind. It was quiet an unusual day because for the first time in a long time I woke up with Tessa in my arm. Watched sleep, beautiful as ever, her short breaths and the movement of her thoracic region as she took lungful of air and expelled some. It was a beautiful scenario. And I just sat looked at her as though she was not mine.But was she? Was she really mine when we could t be together in peace without he mother trying to separate us not to mention her father and brother, the past could not be forgotten no matter how hard we try, we pick lessons and pretend to move on but most don't. Despite everything, I still felt like the same pauper Son-in-law who was more of burden and a very quick and seemingly stupid thought crossed my mind.Trust me, stupid because I had lived it before, am talking
At the back seat of the land cruiser TX, Bailey was seated with a daily paper, so unusual for her to be reading but again not even Gabriel her favorite son seated in the driver’s seat could ask. He was her butler for that day, in a black half coat, red bow tie, white shirt, black pants and red loafers. A good driver, Bailey couldn't even tell if they hit a pothole on the poorly maintained roads, among a plethora effects of war on people and infrastructure."Am very excited about this" Said Gabriel hoping to spark a conversation with her moody mother."Hmm" Mumbled Bailey her gaze still fixed on the paper. She was giving him all the signs of not wanting to talk but like a relentless kid Gabriel was begging more of his mother's attention.Not just a hunt for attention, Little Gabriel was finally confident enough to involve his mother in a choice of a wife. A maid. Yeah, according to Blake, that was a bad idea. And he knew how much allergic to poverty she was."Mum am t
BlakeThe moment Bailey and Gerald left, I assumed my duties as the person in charge. Knowing the drill so well, experienced as both a worker and manager-for a month or so, I did not need further instructions from Clive on how to carry out my duties. But first, that meeting, having everyone around just to let them know who was boss, not to brag, not my intention. It was her suggestion, her first step in making sure I got my respect back. Too bad I wasn't going to need it for long. Not when my plan was to elope with her."Good morning to all of you!" I said standing at the staircase, by my side was Tessa in a white dress looking all smiley.Most didn't answer. Bastards who treated me like trash when I was down, guess who was smiling now."Okay, I'm in charge, everything goes through me, Good day, back to work everyone!"And so they left with their heads hanging in shame, others clicking their tongues as they went away not believing that’s the only reason I asked t
AnitaA beautiful Friday evening. The sun rays were giving the earth a yellow tinge. James and his friends were playing from a distance. One hell of an interesting football game in which so far, if I was keeping count he had scored ten goals...he should have earned a spot in the GOAT debate between Messi and Ronaldo. That aside. I was feeling grateful as always. My stock was depleting and profits were abundant. Finally something was going great in my life. It was until I saw one of the Wallace manor cars coming from far. A black Cadillac."He has a lot of nerve" I said boiling with anger.It was not going to be easier to get over him if he kept showing up like that. The car glided on the carpet green grass, James and his friends stopped playing and admired a car the closet they had seen was on TV. To my surprise it was not Blake who walked out of it, the butler got the door and out came Gerald Wallace in a white shirt black half coat, a hut on his head."Kids, g
BlakeSeated in the Butlers office, a huge smile on my face. Before me was a bunch of papers with information that I really needed, though not much but it was enough to get the detective off my back. My prayer being it was also incriminating enough to distract the mighty Gerald Wallace. I mean it had to. After what I went through to get it, Tessa almost caught me creeping in her parents’ bedroom were it not for that call that she received things would have gotten out of hand.After going through the papers I put them in a brown envelope and sealed it. One last thing remained. To get it to the detective. I got out my secret phone and dialed his number."Good evening""Yes Blake, I was almost giving up on you. Have something for me dude?""Yes, can we meet up?""Today, eight behind the old market and come alone""Of course. See you then"One problem. Slipping out of the compound. They were definitely going to ask questions about my activity and then hop
BlakeThe roads were clear, no sign of life. On the dashboard the clock was ticking at a quarter past nine, I was alone in the car singing on top of my lungs, along some old school jams mostly RNB's. Life was good, really good. The detective didn't say much, moments after going through the stash of papers I gave him. His words were transcribed into melodies in my middle ear. He said and in verbatim "We've made one bold step" too bad I was not going to be available to help him further with the case, he had to do the rest of the digging on his own.Blake was a free bird, free to roam far and wide in peace unlike in that weird dream I had in the state of coma. No one was going to come after me...us, almost forgot about my lovely wife, the apple of my eye. I was really convinced she was going to tag along. It was the only way out from the tight grip of her annoying mother, that witch couldn't stand even her own children, her own blood and flesh."To hell with her" I shouted
Immediately after breakfast, Maria's personal guard-initially paid to make sure she couldn't run- led her to the parking lot. Don had approved the two of them to use the silvery Toyota land cruiser TX for the hunt, it had the conspicuous logo of the Red Crescent mafia family. That's what he called the search for Mafia Heir, a hunt to revive a tinge of his legacy. The two women who initially didn’t see eye to eye were forced to co-exist for what the Don called "the greater good" until the heir was found the two were friends whether they liked it or not.While one was doing it for the money, the other was doing it because finally her wildest dreams were going to come true. A dream once snatched from her a couple of decades back. Being the queen, having some power and it she was feeling it, the urge to do whatever it would have taken, and almost some kind of greed was leaking in her actions and judgment.At half past eight, they had been driving for half an hour without exchang
Despite the raging war, some parts of the rubble city had signs of life with small business open, seated in the back seat of the car Maria could see women and children, poverty stricken indeed from their protruding pot bellies and countable ribs, standing by their doors. A swarm of flies buzzing over them, others crying, beautiful but dirty children hoping for a well-wisher to throw them something to eat.Food at the time was more important than money. Inflation had hit the entire country. A few rich gang members and mafia groups like the Red Crescent family had all the money that had lost value to the poor law class majority. They went past robbed banks, whose walls were left with graffiti, broken windows, and birds coming in and out of them. They also went past a church, the bells were ringing and a group of rowdy youth were using it as a smoking joint. Their hair unkempt, smoke emanating from their nostrils like an exhaust of an un-roadworthy vehicles, the look of death and d