The Trap is Set
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That night, Allie met with a private buyer in a hidden location near Loresho. The deal was simple—sell the Lavington house under the radar, take the cash, and disappear before Mwangi got wind of it.
The buyer, a wealthy businessman from Westlands, counted the cash carefully before sliding a duffel bag across the table.
“That’s twenty million,” he said. “Take it and forget we ever met.”
Allie smirked. “Pleasure doing business.”
But as he walked out, he felt it—the weight of unseen eyes watching him.
Something wasn’t right.
He picked up his phone and called Malik. “The deal went through, but I don’t feel safe.”
Malik cursed. “Get out of there, bro. Fast.”
Allie quickened his pace, but before he could reach his car, headlights flashed in his face.
Three black SUVs screeched to a halt.
Doors flew open.
And then—gunshots.
Betrayal Has Many Faces
Allie dove behind a nearby dumpster as bullets rained down. His heart pounded. His mind raced.
Who had set him up? The buyer? The banks? Or worse—Kennedy Mwangi?
As the shooting stopped, a familiar voice echoed through the night.
“Come out, Allie. It’s over.”
His blood ran cold.
It was Michelle.
He slowly stepped out, hands raised, his gaze locked onto the woman who had destroyed him.
She stood beside a tall man in a designer suit. Kennedy Mwangi.
Michelle smirked. “You always thought you were the smartest, huh?”
Allie’s fists clenched. “So this was your plan all along?”
Mwangi stepped forward. “You took everything from me, Allie. Now, I take everything from you.”
Allie’s eyes flicked to Michelle. “And you? You used me just to hand me over to him?”
Michelle chuckled. “Sweetheart, you used to say money was the only thing that mattered. I just played your game better than you did.”
Allie’s heart pounded. He had been reckless. Arrogant. And now, he was paying the price.
But he wasn’t going down without a fight.
As Mwangi’s men moved closer, Allie made his decision.
He ran.
Through the narrow alleys of Kibra, past the shadows of the empire he once ruled.
And for the first time in his life—Allie knew fear.
The Road to Destruction
Allie ran.
His breath was ragged, his heartbeat loud in his ears as he sprinted through the narrow alleys of Kibra. The stench of burning trash and sweat filled his nostrils, but he didn’t slow down. Not when he could still hear the footsteps chasing him.
Kennedy Mwangi’s men were relentless.
A gunshot cracked through the night, whizzing past his ear. Allie ducked, turned sharply, and slid behind an abandoned stall, panting. He could taste blood in his mouth—maybe from a cut, maybe from exhaustion.
This wasn’t just a chase.
This was an execution.
Nowhere to Run
Allie knew Kibra like the back of his hand. These streets had once been his hunting ground, his kingdom. But tonight, they were a graveyard waiting to claim him.
His phone buzzed.
Malik: “Where are you?”
Allie’s fingers trembled as he typed.
Allie: “They found me. Michelle and Mwangi. I need an exit.”
Seconds later, Malik replied.
Malik: “Head to the old railway tracks. Juma will be waiting with a car.”
Allie didn’t hesitate. He took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his face, and bolted toward the tracks.
A City That No Longer Belonged to Him
As he ran, his mind raced.
How had it come to this?
He had built an empire from nothing. He had controlled women, manipulated deals, and laughed at those beneath him.
Now, he was the one running.
The thought made him sick.
He would not go down like this.
The Trap Tightens
The railway tracks were up ahead, glinting under the dim moonlight. Juma’s car was parked nearby, its engine humming softly.
Relief flooded Allie’s chest. He pushed himself harder—until he saw the figures standing beside the car.
His stomach twisted.
Michelle.
Kennedy Mwangi.
And Juma.
Allie skidded to a stop, his breath catching. Juma?!
Juma smirked. “Sorry, bro. But business is business.”
Allie’s fists clenched. “You sold me out.”
Michelle laughed. “You always thought you were untouchable, Allie. But tell me, how does it feel to be on the other side?”
Kennedy stepped forward. “You humiliated me, stole my deals, took my money, and played with the wrong people. Did you really think I’d let you live?”
Allie’s mind spun. Think, think!
He glanced at Juma. “How much did he pay you?”
Juma shrugged. “Enough to make sure I’m not the one running for my life.”
Betrayal burned in Allie’s chest like acid.
He had trusted Juma.
He had trusted Michelle.
And now, they stood against him.
A Desperate Move
Mwangi reached into his coat and pulled out a gun. “You should’ve stayed down, Allie.”
Allie’s pulse pounded.
This was it.
He had seconds to act.
His gaze flicked to Michelle—her phone was tucked in her back pocket.
Without thinking, he lunged.
He snatched the phone, spun, and ran.
Gunshots exploded behind him.
Pain ripped through his shoulder, but he didn’t stop.
He disappeared into the shadows, clutching the stolen phone.
If he was going down, he’d take them with him.
: Vengeance is a Lonely Road
Blood dripped from Allie’s shoulder as he stumbled into the dark alleys of Kibra. Pain roared through his body, but he gritted his teeth and pushed forward. He couldn’t afford to stop.
Not now.
He clutched Michelle’s phone tightly, his fingers shaking as he unlocked it. His breath came in ragged gasps as he scrolled through her messages.
And then—he found it.
A thread of encrypted texts. Bank transactions.
Evidence that Michelle and Kennedy Mwangi had been laundering money.
Allie’s lips curled into a bitter smile. They thought they could bury me. But they forgot—I know how to dig.
A Dangerous Bargain
Allie didn’t have many allies left, but he had one card to play. He dialed a number he never thought he’d call again.
Ring.
Ring.
A voice answered. “This better be good, Allie.”
It was Inspector Kiragu.
A man Allie had bribed many times. A man who now had every reason to arrest him.
Allie exhaled. “I have something for you.”
A pause. Then—“Talk.”
Allie smirked. “Not over the phone. But let’s just say—I know where Kennedy Mwangi’s skeletons are buried.”
Trust is a Currency Allie No Longer Owned
Kiragu agreed to meet at an abandoned warehouse near Industrial Area.
Allie wrapped his bleeding shoulder with a torn shirt and made his way there, keeping to the shadows. Every step felt like a war against his own body.
By the time he arrived, Kiragu was already waiting, his arms crossed. “You look like hell.”
Allie chuckled. “I feel worse.” He handed Kiragu Michelle’s phone. “Everything you need to bring Kennedy down is in there.”
Kiragu raised an eyebrow. “And why should I help you?”
Allie leaned in. “Because if Kennedy falls, his entire network goes down. And you get the credit.”
Kiragu’s lips twitched. “You always were a smooth talker, Allie.”
He scrolled through the phone, his expression darkening. “This is big.”
Allie smirked. “Told you.”
Kiragu slid the phone into his pocket. “Fine. I’ll handle Mwangi. But you?” He tilted his head. “You’re still a dead man walking.”
Allie’s smirk faded.
Kiragu wasn’t offering protection.
Just a chance at revenge.
A Final Betrayal
As Allie walked away, his mind raced. He had set the trap for Mwangi, but what about Michelle?
He pulled out a second phone—one he had stolen from Juma before escaping.
He dialed Michelle’s number from it.
She picked up. “Hello?”
Allie’s voice was ice. “You made a mistake, Michelle.”
A sharp intake of breath. “Allie?”
“I’m not dead yet.”
Silence.
Then—Michelle laughed. “Oh, sweetheart. You really don’t know when to give up.”
Allie’s grip tightened. “Neither do you. And that’s what will destroy you.”
He hung up.
The war wasn’t over.
It was just beginning.
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