HER'S TO TAKE

0011

FREYA

He had been hit in the brief fire fight.

I could tell he had been hit because I heard him scream in pain, and I heard a rush of boots fleeing through the door, and the sound of a car taking off with speed.

I stood up, mad out of the bathroom, and scurried into the big room, to know if he was still alive, dead, or badly injured.

Gosh!

He was shot on the belly, and on the chest, but he was still breathing hard with blood in his mouth, exactly the same way people do in the movies when they get hit by a bullet.

I rushed to him and bent towards him. His eyes were wide opened. He wasn’t ready to give up the ghost, but he was losing blood, and the only thing that could pop up in my mind was to call the emergency line and report the event.

“Don’t…call…police.”

He was choking on his words, and he still wants me to obey him even as he is losing more blood and dying of pain.

“But…”

“Go…to…the drawer…plot…904.”

Those were his last words.

I had never seen a man die in real life, but I had watched them in movies, so, I knew the right thing to do now that he had lost his breath, and that was to cover his eyes which were wide opened.

I looked for a rosery cross in the big room, but I found none, except a mini sculptor of blessed virgin Mary, which was sitting on the little shelf in the room.

I took it and laid it on his chest.

“Rest in peace.”

……………………………………………

I returned to his room, and motioned towards the drawer, not minding to bother myself with the thoughts of what exactly I would see in the drawer.

But he mentioned an address, which meant that anything in the drawer is for the address. I would have to take it to the address, and hand it over.

Maybe I would tell them that Robbin sent me to deliver the passel.

Good lord, I would do the mafia thing, and means, I would become one of them. That’s ridiculous though, but for the last time, I knew I had to be obedient.

I shouldn’t make his ghost shout at me and widen its eyes for me in rage, if ever it was anywhere around here.

I pulled open the drawer, and saw a parcel in it.

It was a brown parcel, and I didn’t feel scared lifting it, but I didn’t dare open the parcel to know what’s in it.

I knew what comes messing with a mafia parcel. Death was a common case for offenders, and I guess I’m just too young to die now or any time soon.

The parcel wasn’t heavy, but I still didn’t check it out, and I knew as well that the best thing for me at the moment was to flee.

I searched the entire set of the drawer to find money, and lo, I was lucky. I found a few wrapped bucks that were stacked in the drawer.

They would be more than enough for me.

I fled the house, watching my back the best I could, to avoid being followed by some silly blood thirsty mafia probably sticking around.

Also, I was fast, to avoid being stopped by the police, who for sure must have gotten reports of a fire fight in the neighborhood.

They would be there in the next minute, and anyone seen around the crime scene is a damn suspect.

“Hey.” I waved at a taxi.

The parcel and the wraps of money were hidden in a plastic bag I took from his room, so, I looked more like a lady that had just gone shopping, but I was clad in a man’s clothes.

The taxi stopped.

I hopped in without getting him into the traditional bidding of whining down his glass to discuss my destination with me and decide what the bill would be.

“Plot 904.” I said, and the driver paused and turned to me.

“You woman?”

He was a black man, and he is not blind. I wonder why he didn’t know I was a woman. At least, my long hair is here to announce to him that I’m not a man, even before my face and my chest would do that.

“Get going, man, don’t be silly.” I said in response, and he smiled.

“Okay, ma’am, but you look good in that shit.” He took off, and turned on the car stereo, blessing my ride with a pretty verse from Andrea Boselli.

I rested my head on the headrest, and exhaled.

Fleeing from Jaxton’s crib wasn’t a fair experience for me. It was a hard stuff, with his baby in my womb.

He might decide to come after me as soon as possible, but I would make sure he doesn’t find me. Not even the babies in my womb.

He would find none of us.

The taxi stopped by a big mansion, and turned off the music that had been keeping the ride going, the same way petrol keeps the car’s engine going.

“What?” I posed.

“We are at your destination.”

“How much?” I posed.

He turned to me.

“You don’t get charged when you are at this destination. I’m part of this brotherhood. All the taxis in this city work for lord Zain, the same way you do. Go drop your parcel, lady.”

Those were the most shocking words I had heard in a decade.

Well, I alighted from his car and made to the gate of the mansion. It was dunned with light, such that the guards at the watch tower would have no issues seeing who’s approaching the gates.

“Identify yourself!”

The guards were heavily armed and their voice was loud and intimidating.

“I’m Nia. Robbin sent me to drop a parcel.”

A hand stock out of the hole on the gate, and I placed the parcel in it, and waited for a minute before turning to leave.

“Seen, vetted and approved. Go!”