Wrong Desire

Episode 3

Night had crept on earth's ground. The thick darkness held a vague terror. The ominous rumble of thunder could be heard from a distance. The shrill of a portentous bird, the heavy silence, squeaking of little creatures and the sky which was in a mournful mood all emphasized the terrors of a world without light.

A hefty man emerged carrying a cutlass. His huge palms were like the face of a table tennis bat.

The severe look on his face, dark and unreadable, could make many men take to their heels at first sight. His calculating and dismissive look had driven my blood pressure even higher. His pupils seemed to dart around the whites of his eyes as he came closer to me.

I stood still, fearless and my clenched fist tightened the more. Then, the wind blew, and dust sailed into my mouth, into my eyes and nostrils. I stared incessantly at him. He was one of the security men that safeguard the street, the ones the people referred to as Vigilante.

"Stop there! Who are you?" His voice was husky and deep.

I stood still and remained speechless. I kept thinking of my next move because I knew how heartless those security men could be. They arrested people in the late hours of the night as suspects. With jerky impatience, l pulled out my gun and pointed threateningly at him.

He lay quickly on the ground, with his head facing downwards.

l watched him closely till l was sure he could no longer see me and l made my way home. l reached home knocking heavily on the door.

After some seconds, Dad opened the door, and l entered quickly without even looking at him.

Dad’s POV

"Come back here! Where are you coming from?" Father shouted, drawing me backward. He looked me straight in the eyes; his eyebrows furrowed.

"When did it become your damn business, old man?" l replied, walking out on him.

He drew me back again, this time angrily.

l turned and gave him a slap, a hot slap, which made him fall to the ground just immediately.

Mother came into the kitchen, staring at father and me. "What?" She asked with a mean facial expression. father stood up, fear and apprehension rising in his eyes. l hissed and left for my room.

I was awoken that morning by Blessing's mischievous laughter. l looked at my wristwatch and it was already 10:30 a.m. l was supposed to be in a meeting with the gang by 11:00 a.m. l rushed into the bathroom and took a quick shower. A few minutes later, l was dressed.

Surprisingly, Crystal entered my room and beamed her charming smile. The beads she wore looked more like shackles. The uneven makeup on her face makes her lose her usual pretty look. Her tight skirt hung above her knees and her shirt was carelessly unbuttoned at the top, revealing her pink bra. "William!" she said in a low tone.

William’s POV (ML)

"How are you?" l asked casually. Since I had forcefully lured her into having s*x with me, we hadn't been in a good terms. Her presence still astonished me. Time was running out and l needed to go.

"William, l need to see you," she said, rather kindly.

l smiled lightly and tilted my head backwards to look at her. "You need to see me? Hmm, that's strange. Well, meet me at Binez Hotel by 4:00p.m."

"Splendid!" l heard her say as i dashed out.

The room was quiet. Only the rumble of thunder and rain which patterned against the window could be heard.

***

"Where the hell is Lady V?" She was the side chick of my uncle who is the sponsor of the gang. Uncle Philip shouted to no one in particular. His face tightened into a grimace. He wore a short-sleeved shirt and his shorts were short, exposing his muscular thighs with dark hair.

A few minutes later, a lanky young man entered the room. He was as thin as yam tendrils and his ears were unusually big like those of a rabbit. "Sir, Lady V will be here in a while. She sincerely apologizes for her lateness," the man stated.

Uncle Philip nodded as he finished and he gesticulated to him that he could go. Seconds later, Uncle Philip brought out a cigarette pack, drew a stick from it, and began to smoke. Sometimes, he had a severe look; it was hard to tell when he was happy or angry. But he was different when he came to the house. He smiled more often and greeted his father and mother so courteously. He had, on one occasion, brought a lady to Dad for prayers. According to him, the lady, who was probably his fiancee, had written the JAMB exam for nine years without any success. Uncle Philip, then, concluded that it wasn't ordinary, that some evil powers must have been responsible for her consistent failure.

Father had prayed for her casually at home, stating that she would come to his office the following day for private counseling. Later on the next day, l had overhead Uncle Philip's fiance telling her mother how she was sexually harassed by her father in his office, but i didn't believe her, because I couldn't imagine how father, as a clergy, could do such a thing.

Joy’s POV

(She was known as Lady V)

"Don't mind my lateness; let's get down to business," a feminine voice, so low, but deep, voice was heard from the entrance.

"Oh Lady V, we have been waiting for you.

What took you so long?" Uncle Philip asked calmly.

"Never mind, let's talk business," she stated simply, grabbing a chair by her right. She was truly the epitome of black beauty, just as James had told me earlier. Her skin was spotlessly ebony and glittered like a new shoe from a reputable shoeshine stand. She also had piercing academic eyes and humorless lips that wore no make-up.

"And who is this handsome one?" she added, directing her gaze at me, her eyes blazing.

"Part of the crew; he is working with James.

Never mind, he is good; trust me," Uncle Philip replied.

***

"Well, l don't need a dirty job done because I'm going to do my part just fine. Has he got any experience at all?"

"Yes, he has been involved in some operations, but none as important as this one. Just trust me, he is good"

"Okay, if you say so. Now, who is our guy?"

"Mr Felix, a branch manager of the United Bank for Africa. We know where he lives and when he comes back from work each day. Apparently, we are good to go," James stated confidently as a broad smile ran across his lips.

"Hmm, so what time is it then?" Lady V asked further.

"12:30 am., we are in," James replied again.

"Well, l will do the usual; you guys should do what you do best. l' m out."

"My boys have done their homework. They are ready, l guess," Uncle Philip said.

l watched Lady V throughout the entire conversation. The way she smiled and talked made me think of nothing else than to be in bed with her.

To Be Continued..