PROLOGUE

Chapter 1

PROLOGUE

Ruby and Opula eloped to London

from where they will be supervising the entire Ziu Tech conglomerate.

One of the nights, Ruby kissed her

on the forehead, and once she woke up, he flashed a diamond ring in her eyes,

and she withdrew her face.

“Marry me,” he said and she was

dumbfounded, but hugged him hugely.

“Yes, yes,” she replied and kissed

him all over his lips, neck and face.

He bent her to the bed and sucked

on her nipples with a great moisture before parting her legs and pounded her

vagina gently, leaving her moaning, “Oh Ruby **** me well, because I am

carrying your baby and we finally made it…”

And he responded and gave her

furious repeated pound and she moaned at the top of her voice, disturbing the

peace of the neighborhood and recalling that, of a truth in bed, billionaires

didn’t only taste as the luxuries they showcased but also like the fresh juice

from the first apple eaten by Adam and Eve.

Light gave way for darkness…

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The

beginning

The pair of sneakers tiptoed stealthily into the dark corridor and clung at the edge of the wall

when he heard a shuffling walker. His heart pounded effortlessly, suffering

from the fear that churned his stomach – he farted with the grace of a newborn

baby and stuck mosey to the wall.

Farting was the only chimney through which he could efface the fear of a

domesticated thief who stole his father’s gratuity. Clasping the sack of five

million dollars to his narrow chest, and looking out for the shuffling walker,

a shrill voice crossed his mind – the contradicting voice common among thieves:

“Do you want to kill that retired police officer? But he saw you through

school. You can go right in and drop his gratuity.”

   “No,

Monkeys software is a damn, fabulous project I can’t let go. It is going to be

a breakthrough for me. Do you understand?” He said in his head. He took a quick

peep into the dark exit before gazing considerately at the door to his father’s

room for the very last time. The former voice hounded more audibly now and he

protested thoughtfully;

  “Did I kill

him? Or was it not sleeping pills that I added to his tea?” The voice gave way,

and then he peeped again before chucking his toe farther into the staircase.

He barely could catch his hasting breath when he

arrived downstairs. The chilling wind of November swept across his face and he

became conscious of the balls of perspiration on his brow and nose. The last

rain just pelted the night before and winter was home coming. With the air of peril

hanging around him and wobbly eyeballs combing impatiently for taxi, he made

into the scarcely lit street, staring fearfully backward as his feet swallowed

the distance in front. His movement gathered desperation and it had the force

of forward-ever, which pushed him along residents with the hoarse woof-woof,

woof-woof of dogs. His hands were still clasped around the sack on his chest as

he made every effort to ignore the itches of suspicion all over his body. He

was on Ford street now; the same Ford street where two men were robbed of their

salary at twilight; where the mutilated body of a busty woman was found. Sweat

trickled down his face as he wondered about the street on which he stood and

then he held the sack tighter, nagging back at the loneliness of the street

with his sideways stare. His plans were working out; drugging his father with

overdose of sleeping pills at 8:00PM, giving the space of thirty minutes for

reaction, stealing his gratuity at 8:30PM, settling in the bus at 8:45PM. In

the moonlight, he stole a glance at his watch and it was 9:00PM and he had put

that in his risk plan; getting taxi at night on Ford street  was an expected risk, and it was worse off

waiting all alone.

An owl howled overhead and then he kept watch,

straining his eyes at the two figures prancing from the street opposite. He

started walking gently and switched faster now. A dried tongue rolled in his

mouth and he searched for saliva to swallow down his pounding heart as of a

woman in labor.

I would die with them if they tried to come closer,

he thought. He could sight logs across the gutter and his edgy personality

could sense their nearness. I would make haste to a log and deliver a glancing

blow at their skulls, the skulls of kites that want to feed on my meat; he

thought figuratively.

 He kept to

his rush and the two figures stamped their feet as much as he did, closing up

his distance. “Christ!” he whispered. “If they confront me I would run into the

dark street and continue my journey the next day,” he thought.

From somewhere behind he heard the jolting of a car.

Police or taxi, “God, I hope I survive this.” He panted. “It is end of the road

for me.”

Bang!

Thought of police infected him so much that his

breath became asthmatic; panting heavily as he walked. He scouted sideways and

saw a dark street yawning at him.

“I would disappear into the dark street if they

tried anything funny. But they may shoot at me. I will have to run as fast as

the wind. If I must die I must die with this money; let that be my legacy.”

He could hear the puttering of the engine as its

speed reduced; obviously, it could be the police questioning the two figures

now and pushing them into the car, he thought.

Looking back was more infectious as he studied his

escape: there was no gutter before the dark street and it would be easier to

run swiftly. The car was coming now; it sped and stopped abruptly on his side

and he made a powerful leap like a horse, his heels barely touching the ground.

“What is it? Why are you running?” a voice in the

car asked.

Azuaka Jnr. halted. There is no police in that

voice, he thought.

He turned and peered fearfully and it was

black-and-yellow; a taxi with a corpulent driver looking out to him. He looked

aback: the two figures were standing by, pretending to be waiting and he

scuttled to the taxi, heaved at the back door and went in. it would be

comfortable at the back seat: I don’t want this man to smell money… he thought.

Danger and peril ahead…

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