Dangerous Entanglement

episode 57

/KELVIN’S POV/

I do not think there was a time I had to be at the club so early, I was already there even before the constructors came over. I walked all the way for forty minutes to the bank, and also twenty minutes from the bank to the club, yeah I was not able to run which I know with no doubt was the best way to clear my head, so I had used the walk to clear my head and on getting to the club also, I decided to the cleaning as it also helps, though cleaning at that time was not really necessary as the club will be under some construction work which is obviously going to help me get my mind off allot of things.

‘I think I should have some music on to jam on the atmosphere for me…’ I walked over and had something plugged on to the speaker and in a minute I had the club all jamming up and buzzing. I am a fan of rap music and it’s easy to want to mime a song you know especially when it is raps.

“Good morning mr. Kelvin…” A voice shouted out at me as I was engrossed in cleaning and singing at the top of my voice like the louder I shouted equals the amount of depression I let go.

“Hey Alan, welcome…” I greeted him as I grabbed the remote and turned the music off.

“Yeah… thank you man, we got your cash, and our guys are already her outside, and we going to begin work immediately”. He announced and immediately I have people already trooping into the club with gears and tools.

“Okay…, I guess I should stop cleaning then.” I said dropping the towel from my hand.

I went on to the back and the account books was the next thing I got to do in other to keep my heads together, I studied it to see if anything could be done to remedy the FBI issues, I had a feeling we will be receiving a visit from the agent again anytime soon.

I just wish whenever he comes around again, I would be able to just rattle myself out. After all kelvin whom I was relying on has made it point clear he ain’t coming back anytime soon. I got tired of staring at the books as all I could think about was still that little picture of Hannah as she climbed up the stairs, I still couldn’t get that image off my head.

/DEXTER’S POV/

“Hey Drexler…” Linda greeted as she welcomed me with a really tight hug ushering me into her home when I finally found my way to her place the previous day. I stayed up at her place all through the day as she went about questioning me and trying to get know me, I maintained my story about my travels and exploring different life circumstances which I had earlier told to the maid of honour, she bought into it as it perfectly suited the reason why money will be wired to me through her bank account. And when she questioned…

“What about your own bank account, what’s wrong with it?” I just had to come up with excuses that I have misplaced my cards and every other cards I could use to go claim another credit card at the bank.

She also bought into it as I used well the cuteness and sweetness cards here, that also could work because she never seizes to pass flirty looks and comments at me every now and then, and at every given opportunity that comes to her, she doesn’t let it go without touching me.

‘Oh lord, this woman is throwing s*x on my face, but all I could see is the face of the girl I was running with earlier that day as she gasped for breath, if I stayed there for a minutes more, I am sue I will watch her as she take her last breath.

That was not the first time I saw someone in their own blood pool fighting for their life, it was a horrible sight then, messing up my teenage life and in a way shaped my life.

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I was a freshman ninth grade, was about clocking fifteen and I was already running quite errands for Big Jones in my school, together with Samir. Samir was an Indian living a block away, we only had acquaintance as the dude down the street. But when we started working for Big Jones we got closer.

After my dad passed away, surviving at the suburbs of North Carolina became quite harder than I ever imagined it to be, my mother who was terminally ill and couldn’t stay on track with jobs, leaving me out to fend for myself. My father worked for Big Jones before he died, he managed one of his cover up companies prior his death. Couple of months after he passed away my mother had to go to her late husband’s boss for help and the best way to help us was for big jones to make me work for him.

Our school was just at the river bank giving us access to boat men, our job was to take packages from them and bring them into the city, they will be searched and we won’t be. We grab the packages during lunch hour and at the end of school hours we get a ride back to the city in the school bus. It was an easy job to do until one day until the day we got to know what we were carrying.

“What are we going to do about this…?” Samir had panicked after his zipper caught the side of the package and tore it open. The powdery substance poured out inside his school bag.

“We not going to do anything about it, we going to make sure we get it to Big Jones just like we always do like nothing happened.” I explained trying to look brave like what was happening was all normal, where as in the reality, I was sweating deep down up between my legs.

“Do you know what this is Dexter?” he stuttered as he questioned with frights shakes all over his body.

“I think we both know what it is, and that is the main reason why we should make sure it got to Big Jones like it always does without any qualms.” I stated firmly making myself clear to him.

I was sure that was the best and the right thing to do, I have seen movies and they all portray the drug boss being more dangerous than the cops and law agencies. And ones you are involve with them, staying loyal to them is the beginning of wisdom as that is the best way to stay alive and also stay out of troubles.

“I think we should look for a way to repack it back to place…” I suggested on our way to delivering the packs.

“Why do we have to do that?” Samir looked at me with so much fear in his eyes, all I could see in them was, I just want to drop this off and possibly never do this again.

“Because I think it is best if no one knows we have an idea of what we are carrying…” I told him keeping a straight stone face like I was very sure of what I was saying and I have done it before.

“I still don’t get your point man…” He claimed and I was beginning to get worried that his restlessness and inability to stay calm and reason due to fear might be what will actually put us in trouble.

“Alright, let’s just go drop this off and get over this over with” I guess he was still paranoid when he said that because he stuttered all through the sentence.

We got to Big Jones place and delivered the package, both I and Samir were so terrified, we were so scared and it showed all over our face and reactions, making everyone in the place laughed at us. When we left, the place, I never knew Samir was stupid enough to still want to report it to the authorities but the bad part was that Big Jones had us followed. Yeah we were not supposed to know what were carrying.

I didn’t really know what happened or how it happened, but all I know was that the cops Samir talked to were on Big Jones the pay roll. Coming from school the next day, after we got off the school bus, I noticed men following us and in as much as I didn’t mind as I know walking down to Big jones place was all that was needed and we will be safe but Samir freeked out and started running, before I could move an inch the men pounced on me telling me to calm down and that I was not the one they came for.

I calm down and watched as Samir ran his heels out, but his race didn’t last for long as Samir ran into an oncoming car running in high speed. He died on the spot amidst wailing sympathizers. He just lay there gasping for breath and at every seconds he tries to breath he got blood out of his mouth.

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“Oh my God, Oh my God…” I head Linda shouting after a buzz from her phone woke her up.

“Okay… I guess your money is here…” Linda said to me giving me nudges to wake me up, unknown to her, I have been awake for about an hour or two after waking up from a nightmare that ended with seeing Samir and the lady I still can’t really remember if she told me her name or not.

“Oh my God, so you this rich and you still wanted to serve at an event…” she said as she begin to remove her clothes, getting ready to go for a bath and I remained on the bed wondering how I have grown from making errands for Big Jones to becoming his most trusted subject and now most wanted on his kill list.