The LONGEST WAIT

Chapter 15

Tim's Stories' THE LONGEST WAIT

CHAPTER 15

"Mr. Giovani!!" I exclaimed, fear and shock in my eyes.

"You recognize me, then." He said, an evil smile on his face. "I ask again, how's the k********g business flourishing?"

"I am sorry, but I am now into legitimate business."

"Finding it difficult, I guess." He laughed.

"I am sorry, Mr. Giovani. Please, forgive me for the past, please."

"Actually, you and I were meant to meet again. You took advantage of me when I was in your power. Now, it's my turn. Don't feel like I am happy to take advantage of you. Taking advantage of people is something I don't like doing. However, since you are in this kind of situation where you no longer have the power to say yes or no, courtesy of your past life, I am going to make this work to my advantage." He spoke.

"What do you want?"

"Good, I want us to enter into an agreement. You accept my proposal to work for me, and I will set you and your wife up and also make sure I don't tell the authorities that you are a kidnapper. What do you say about that?"

"Past tense, Sir. "Was", I was a kidnapper."

"Who will believe you? The authorities will only be so happy to throw you in jail. So, what's it going to be? You could spend many years in jail. You might never even come out. Think of your wife, think of your children back in..."

"Alright, alright, Mr. Giovani. I accept. "I interrupted him. "When am I starting?" I had no other option.

"Good boy. Now we have a deal. Tomorrow, we will make arrangements for your release. Not just you, your beautiful wife also. We will get you an apartment in town and within the week, we will get you an Italian passport and all the necessary documentation you will be needing. For now, go back to your cell and say goodbye to your mates. Beginning tomorrow, you begin a new life."

I went back to my cell very worried. I was thinking about a lot of things. Why was my life like this. So, all my life I would only be doing illegal jobs? First, I was a militant and now I was going to be an international drug dealer. Why were all these things happening to me? My village people could clearly be blamed for this.

Another thought came to my mind. I was thinking that I could disappear once I got to another country and Mr. Giovani would never see me again. But I had watched countless American movies. Drug people always had a way of getting you. Also, my wife was in Italy. How would I evacuate her without raising a dust?

I could remember very clearly that during our heated negotiations, Mr. Giovani had more than once made mention of my wife. That could be a subtle warning that my wife could be in some form of danger if I tried to be smart. I had to be careful. I hadn't come all this way to find my beloved wife only to lose her again to drug dealers. I decided that for now, I would play along until a perfect opportunity presented itself.

Mr. Giovani seemed to have a wide range of connection in government cycles, especially in the immigration department. The next day, I was released without any conditions. My wife was released too. We were both driven out of the detention facility in a big and expensive car. We were taken somewhere in the city and shown a luxury apartment.

"This is going to be your home, Mr. Buchi." Mr. Giovani announced.

"My home?" I asked, wide-eyed?

"Yes, your home. Your home as in your home. The house was bought in your name. It has been furnished already and made comfortable for you. You and your wife do not need to buy anything. When you get inside, you will find everything you need. Enjoy yourself, Mr. Buchi. I am giving you a week to customize yourself around the place. After that, I will contact you again and we will begin work."

"Thank you, Sir. Thank you very much, Oga." I was very excited.

The magnificence of the house had made me to forget all my troubles and all the risks I was going to be taking from now on. Mr. Giovani got into his car and drove off. As soon as his car was out of sight, Chisom and I walked into the house. It was big and beautiful. It had all the modern furniture you could think of. The electronics were all top notch and state of the art. It was so beautiful that for a moment, I thought I was in paradise.

Chisom and I spent the next hour exploring the house. We moved from room to room, marveling at the beauty of the house. Then, we went to the master bedroom and laid on the bed.

"Make love to me, Buchi." Chisom spoke.

"Of course, of course, babe. Why not?"

We hurriedly undressed and started kissing passionately. There was no hurrying. We had all the time to make love unlike the quickie we had had back at the detention center. The lighting system of the room, its beauty, the softness of the bed, the new life, in fact, everything around added more flavour to the s*x.

"How do you want it babe?" I asked. "Hard, slow or normal."

"I want it the same way you gave me on our wedding night, remember?" She smiled.

"What was so special about that wedding night s*x? You always talk about it."

"It was incredible. In fact, I have always had flashbacks of it, or should I call it hangover?"

I laughed hard when she said that. Chisom was an amazing woman. She was adventurous in every sense of the word. She looked fragile physically. However, her fragility always disappeared when it was time for love making. Now, you can understand why I took all those risks just to come and find her. No woman could ever replace her in my life, no woman. She and I had a special bond. Even our lovemaking had always been magical.

"I want us to try something new." I announced.

"Really? Let me hear about it." She was excited.

"Let's make love while recording it, it adds more flavour to it."

"Hmm!! Bad man. Okay, let's try it."

The s*x was grueling and long and satisfying for both of us. When were done, and we had both come back to our senses, Chisom started with her interrogations.

"Sweetheart."

"Yes, babe."

"There is something I want to ask you."

"Go right ahead, babe."

"How did you secure us such an easy release? It was too good to happen. What bargain did you strike." She was worried.

"I will just go straight to the point. I have met Mr. Giovanie before in Nigeria."

"Wow!! That is why he rescued you? He is such a good man." She was excited.

"Good man? Well, it's all a matter of perspective. I bought our freedom by agreeing to work for him."

"But that is a good thing."

"Chisom, you haven't asked the nature of my job."

"I was about to. What will you be doing for him?"

"Drug dealing."

"What? But that is very dangerous. Why didn't you say no?" She was alarmed.

"My hands were tied."

"How do you mean?"

"It's a long story babe."

"Make it short for me, Buchi."

"Alright, during my days as a militant with the MEND. We once captured a ship and took hostages. Mr. Giovani was one of them. He was tortured and ransom paid before his release. Now, fate has brought us together again in the most unfavourable circumstances."

"So, you are saying that you were blackmailed into working for him?"

"More like it."

"Jesus!! You have to be careful, husband. But don't worry. You are going to overcome this, ok? I am with you all the way and together we will succeed."

"Thank you, babe. You are my rock."

"Please make love to me again."

"Really?"

It had been ten days now and we hadn't seen Mr. Giovani. Then, one morning, around 9:00 AM, Chisom and I were home when the doorbell rang. I asked Chisom to see who was there and she came back reporting that it was Mr. Giovani. I asked her to let him in. He walked in looking all around the place and got a seat for himself.

"Good morning, my Nigerian friend." He said, trying to be friendly.

"Good morning, Sir."

"Work begins today. I came to take you along so that I could introduce you to some people you will be working with."

"Alright, Sir. Just give me a minute and I will be right back."

Ten minutes later, I was back to the living room and Mr. Giovani and I said goodbye to Chisom and drove off. While we were in the car, Chisom sent me a text. It read: "Dear husband, do not be afraid. I know who you are, and I know your capabilities. Be safe for me. I want you back in one piece. Love you." The text melted my heart and made me love her even more.

Thirty minutes later, we were at headquarters. We got into a lift and ascended to the tenth floor of the high rise building which I suspected was owned by Mr. Giovani himself. When the lift reached its destination, the door opened, and we got out and strolled through a corridor before getting into Mr. Giovani's lavishly furnished office which was at the end of the corridor.

We got in and I was introduced to three men. They were all Italian. I was told that I would be working with them. They were all in charge of Mr. Giovani's illegal drug operations all over the world. After about an hour of customizing ourselves with each other, we left the office, got back to the ground floor and drove to Mr. Giovani's house.

I thought my house was beautiful. However, when I got to Mr. Giovani's house, I knew mine was only a beginner. We went into his living room and his wife had prepared lunch. We sat down on the table to eat and during our discussions over lunch, I came to know a lot about the Giovani's. One outstanding thing I found out was that his wife was a devout Catholic and had no knowledge about her husband's illegal activities. All she knew was that her husband was an international businessman. I was even introduced as his partner who just came into the country from Nigeria.

Another thing I noticed was that he and his wife had just one child: a daughter. She was very involved in her father's business. If she was very involved in her father's business, then, she should of course, know that her father was a drug lord. That meant she, herself was a drug pusher. From her picture that I saw in the living room, she was very beautiful and happened to be in her late twenties.

I was thinking to myself how such a dangerous man could spawn such a beautiful and lovely child. I was also wondering why he would involve her in his illegal activities knowing how dangerous the business was.

After lunch, we moved to the pool area of the compound, and he got two seats for us. As we chatted and sipped wine, I noticed that there was a beautiful lady swimming in the pool. After about twenty minutes, she left the pool and with just her bikini on, she strolled towards us.

"Mr. Buchi, please meet my beautiful daughter, Mia. She will be working closely with you."

She smiled at me and rolled her tongue on her lips and winked at me at the same time. Rolling her tongue on her lips suggested something amorous and s****l. That meant, my life was going to become very complicated.

My dangerous boss' daughter had fallen in love with me. What was I going to do. If I accepted her advances, I was going to run into trouble with my boss. If I rebuffed and turned down her overtures, I might run into serious trouble because she might set me up. Somehow, there had to be a third way.

TO BE CONTINUED...