Secret and Scandal

Chapter Two

Robert released his grip on her jaw and tossed her carelessly against the wall. He jumped to his feet and paced towards the door, holding his forehead in his hand. For a while, he wondered what secrets Jimmy had divulged to her. At a stretch, he imagined how Jimmy might have spilled his classified drug business and the ring to her. He also imagined how many names she knew, and if Jimmy had told her about his secret girlfriend on the outskirts of the city. Above all, he was interested in why she had decided to get laid by Jimmy and what had pushed her to infidelity. No matter the reason she got laid, Robert had made up his mind to eliminate Alexia as she was now a threat to him. But he must first know her motive and what she had been told.

“Then start t-tal…,” Robert gasped and halted when he made to swing round to take a walk back to where Alexia squatted only to find himself crashing to the floor at the swing of the dagger from Alexia.

Alexia had thrusted at him with the dagger aiming to finish him off. The dagger cut through his shoulder as Alexia overwhelmed him with her weight. For a moment, Robert managed to let out a gruntled cry as he struggled for life. Alexia raised the dagger to strike and continue to wreak more havoc, but Robert took advantage of the moment she took to raise the dagger by landing a brutal punch on her ribs. Alexia instantly lost grip of the dagger, yielding space to Robert to have an edge. Robert turned the tie around. He was on top of her now as he pinned her neck down to the floor. He picked the dagger with his other hand, aiming to strike her to death, but he hesitated for a bit. He wanted to hear her spill all she knew.

“So you’ve got balls now, Lexi, uh?” Robert asked, clenching his teeth, “could have offed you since your s**t almost got you killed, you beauty-ass traitor!”

Robert continued to pin her neck down even as he profusely bled all over.

“What the f**k do have you got to tell me?” Robert continued, clenching his teeth. “Talk now!”

The skirmish between the duo was soon cut short by blares of siren down on the ground floor. It was the cops!

“You called the cops?” Robert said, striking a series of slaps across her cheeks while pinning her down. “You bastard!”

It was as though the cops jumped to the upper floor. The siren blared on down below. He could hear the hustle and bustle of a battalion of cops as they approached faster through the staircase. Without a second thought, Robert released his grip on Alexia’s neck and jumped to his feet out of panic. He swung his head to different directions of the room. All he had in mind was an escape. He must not be caught here! Not in this murder. Not in this mess. For a moment, he cursorily examined his bleeding shoulder and suddenly felt a pang of pain, but he stomached it. The cops were rushing faster up the stairs than ever and their footsteps were getting heavier as they advanced. In a moment of luck, he spotted a high window in the recess of the room. It was the only window without burglary bars, but a merely fixed glass casement. He reached out for the window and forcefully broke the glass open with his right elbow to throw himself out of the window while having his skin bruised by fragments of glass underneath his thick hood. The pains did not matter at this moment as he desperately needed to escape from this scene. The window landed him in a penthouse that had an aerial overview of every chamber within the mansion. This presented an opportunity to Robert to hang on and watch what would transpire afterwards. However, he appeared to have figured an exit should Alexia get the cops on his tail.

The cops burst into the room with reckless abandon. It was a group of four men who looked dead anxious. However, something of note caught Robert’s attention: only one of the men donned a cops’ outfit while the other three men wore casual shirts and shorts. Upon barging into the room, one of the men in casual wear dashed to where Alexia laid writhing in pain and gasping for breath. He squatted beside her as perched her head on his palm. He appeared to be appeared excited at the sight of the scene. Perching Alexia on his left arm, he smiled and clenched his teeth excitedly, punching his fist in the air while appearing to give credit to the lady who was now between life and death. The new twist became even more confusing when a woman in her middle 40s came in through the door holding a black box in her hand. She wore a sturdy white overall with a pair of transparent smooth white gloves. As she drifted in, she adjusted the second glove on her left hand, attempting to make it fit. She looked like a medic.

Robert peeped on from one of the moisty panels that afforded him an overview of the scene within the mansion. He was all covered in sweat and confused at the twist of event while he struggled to have a grasp of the new situation. Anyways, he had figured a way to make a bolt for it in case the cops decided to be on his tail; however, he decided to stay back to understand the magnitude of his own troubles as he knew he might not be on the run for so long should the cops come after him. But on a second thought, he might be forever free depending on whether Alexia would snitch on him. Afterall, no one else knew he had just murdered his business partner. But the situation unfolding before his eyes right now was not expected. He peeped on quietly from the panel as he watched the woman in white overall drop the box she was holding. She squatted beside Alexia and pulled out a syringe. For a few seconds, she raised the syringe and flicked at it before discharging it into Alexia’s skull. Alexia tossed violently in response to the injection while the medic and her entourage moved clear of the spot and watched her toss and writhe violently for a few seconds. The four men and the medic appeared excited as though their experiment on poor Alex was taking a shape. It was not long before Alexia’s violent tossing halted. Sprawling across the floor, her body stiffened for a few seconds as she widened her eyes in horror. For a moment, death flashed across her face while the party watched life threaten to slip away from her body. Her body suddenly relaxed and it was just a matter a seconds before Alexia gradually drifted to consciousness again. She sat up looking invigorated as though nothing had happened few minutes back.

“You did it, girl!” one of the men raved excitedly, punching his fist in the air towards Alexia. “Bravo!”

“Did you have troubles pulling this off?” the only cop who was in their midst cut in with a baritone voice, approaching Alexia while pointing at Jimmy’s lifeless body sprawling on the bed in a pool of blood. “We received an intel there was a heated argument in here, and that got us running down here.”

“I had my troubles, officer,” said Alexia as she made to rise to her feet, “but, trust me, I finished him off with no joy.”

“Yeah, haha!” One of the four men exclaimed excitedly, celebrating Alexia’s words of courage.

“With no joy?” The officer questioned with raised eyebrows, obviously not buying any of her words.

“But the instruction was quite different: just get him drunk to stupor or keep him hooked till he’s six feet under.”

“You failed by all reckoning!” The cop declared swinging the back of his hand in the air in disapproval.