CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY EIGHT

Erica sat in her range rover waiting for her fiancé, Jean. She saw him coming from a distance with a woman talking and laughing. She grabbed her cigarette. She looked for a lighter but couldn’t find one in the car. Jean and the woman separated and Jean went to Erica’s car. As soon as he got into the car, she started shouting at him. Jean was used to Erica’s tantrums that he would just watch her blubber till she got tired.

“Are you done Erica?” Jean asked her.

“Who is that whore?” She eyed him.

“A workmate,” he responded looking away.

“Hhhhmmm. You also said the same about the last one till I found out you were shagging her,” she said.

“How many people do you whore around with in the name of family business?”

“You wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t doing that. Don’t you ever dare question what i do. I hope you are saying the truth because you know what happens to your whores,” Erica said.

Ignoring her, he asked, “What was the urgent call about?”

“I need your help.”

“Can’t this wait? I’m stil