CHAPTER NINE: DARK SECRETS
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Commander Idowu and Vice Amarachi share a clandestine affair, hidden from public view. Behind locked doors whether in his apartment or office, they shed both uniforms and inhibitions, indulging in passionate intimacy without restraint.
The Council would exile them for this weakness.
That only made the risk sweeter.
Vice Commander Amarachi is a divorcee and a widow who married very young. Her first marriage collapsed within 18 months, her high libido clashing with her ex-husband’s rigid views on intimacy. As a soldier, he prioritized duty over pleasure, leaving her unsatisfied.
Her unmet desires drove her to affairs. Soon, “business trips” became covers for passionate trysts until one lover leaked their intimate footage online after a bitter fight.
The scandal destroyed her marriage.
Two bullets to the traitor's chest.
Branded a fugitive, she escaped to Scotland. There she found a new lover, a man who matched her ex-husband's devotion but fulfilled her completely: emotionally, materially, and most crucially, sexually.
A Nigerian employee at the Scottish embassy, he became her sanctuary for three years, until their apartment burned, no one knew the cause of the fire. While he perished, she vanished, presumed dead. Seizing the chance, she reinvented herself: the Yoruba "Folakemi" became the Igbo "Amarachi." With forged documents, she claimed his estate as his first wife, erasing all traces of the woman who'd supposedly died beside him.
The legal battle dragged on, but in the end, she won securing every asset her late husband had left behind.
Her luck held, his family remained unaware of his death for seven critical months. By the time they learned the truth, the paperwork was finalized, the properties were hers, and there was nothing left to contest.
Amarachi was among the Council’s founding architects, engineering its early rebellions. Though her Scottish assets remain under the Council’s international branch, reclaiming them isn’t a priority her ambitions now hinge on power, not wealth.
Her name change granted total impunity, no murder charges awaited in Nigeria, just a throne among liars.
Commander Idowu’s five-year marriage shattered when kidnappers took his wife, even after he paid the ₦20 million ransom, they killed her.
His revenge was silent but thorough.
Traced all four perpetrators.
Engineered agonizing deaths, even though untraceable.
Exiled their daughter to Canada under his sister’s protection.
No witnesses. No records. Just a widower’s wrath, perfectly executed.
Idowu never remarried. The Council’s offer arrived like fate.
A purpose sharper than grief
A vow: "Serve us, and no blade touches your throat"
His daughter’s safety was the only clause he added.
He signed without hesitation. Loyalty was easy when vengeance was all he had left.
Two years of stolen moments, bodies colliding, hearts untouched.
Now they seek physical release without emotional entanglement.
Commander Idowu became Amarachi’s perfect match:
Dominant enough to match her intensity.
Discreet enough to protect both their reputations.
Powerful enough that she doesn't have to lower her standards
No love. No promises. Just mutual hunger sharpened by secrets.
Lieutenant Tayo’s past drips with predation, a pedophile who preys on "unwanted assets" before their European shipment. Their muffled cries and desperate pleas echo in his private vault, preserved like trophies among his darkest obsessions.
The Council turns a blind eye to Tayo’s atrocities, his cruelty is too useful to discard.
His latest prey? Chioma, Maverick-009.
Grooming Tactics:
Exploits her devotion with empty promises (marriage, luxury, freedom).
Feeds her fantasies during their private sessions to ensure compliance.
She believes his whispers; he archives her moans alongside the children’s cries.
Her loyalty is just another game to him.
Chioma harbors real feelings for him, a secret she guards fiercely. She distances herself from the other Mavericks, trusting no one, determined to keep their twisted bond hidden.
The sun baked the training field as the Mavericks drilled under Tayo and Garba’s commands. Ehimen, dizzy from exhaustion, broke away to retrieve his forgotten water jar.
On his way back, a sound stopped him cold, low, rhythmic moans seeping from Commander Idowu’s office.
He crept closer, but the blinds were drawn tight. Pressing his ear to the door, he recognized Amarachi’s voice, raw, unguarded, nothing like her steel-edged tone during drills.
Then, a man’s growl. Idowu’s.
Ehimen froze. This wasn’t just a secret.
It was a weapon.
Even with the AC humming, their bodies gleamed with sweat, Idowu driving into Amarachi with the brutality of a man punishing treason, her moans sharpening with each thrust.
They thought the base was empty. They were wrong.
Ehimen stood frozen outside, the sounds painting a vivid scene.
Amarachi’s pleas, “Harder, just like that!…”
Idowu’s growls, “You take it so f*****g well…”
The desk rattled against the wall in time with her gasps.
No visuals, just sound and that was worse.
Their carelessness was his weapon now.
The clang of Ehimen’s water jar striking the doorframe cut through their moans.
A beat of silence, then shuffling, hissed curses.
He didn’t wait. By the time the door wrenched open, Ehimen was already on the field training with the others, face blank, heart hammering.
“Act normal. Breathe.”
The voices haunted Ehimen all day, Amarachi's breathless moans, Idowu's possessive growls replaying in his skull like a corrupted neural feed.
He finally opened up, whispering the scandal to the only person he trust, Aisha, during night watch. Her reaction was instant.
"That secret dies with you." Her grip on his arm left bruises. "Breathe a word, and your body will disappear before your voice does. Do you understand?"
Ehimen nodded, scrubbing the memory from his mind like a faulty implant reset.
What he didn't realize?
Across the base, Idowu’s screen flickered with security footage of a shadow at his door and Amarachi was already tracing its steps.
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