MOBSTER IN-LAWS EPISODE 6: KIDNAPPED

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EPISODE 1: A SILHOUETTE QUESTIONED

EPISODE 2: SHADES OF SKIN

EPISODE 3: SMOOTH WITH WORDS

EPISODE 4: I FIGURED OUT YOUR WEAK POINT

EPISODE 5: PAYBACK

Mr Lincoln must have felt insulted over my engagement to Vanny. I can’t believe he is behind this kidnap. Vanny screamed my name on the top of her lungs in a distorted tone. This was the point I wished I had superpowers, powers beyond dating hot girls and sweet talking client to purchase a property that doesn’t cover my life insurance.

Splashes of water woke me up; I was tied to a chair blindfolded. They removed the blindfold; flashes of light impaired my vision hindering me from gaining proper sight of where I was. A man blocked the light rays from denting my eyes. He came closer, the more I looked the more I realised it wasn’t who I thought it was. It was Don K.

“Welcome, I hope you enjoyed the ride?” his rhetoric was questionable.

“I’m sorry to crash your sugar moon Mr Paul, but have you any idea how much it cost to keep your black ass in that serviced apartment?...we should be talking of 20million naira a month” he tapped my face lightly with a slap.

“If you could work some more maybe you can sustain such. But going about fucking my daughter won’t fetch you such money” He continued.

I replied weakened “I work, my wages are my entitlement…I decide what I spend on”.

“No, you seem not to understand what’s going on here”. He perambulates around.

I gained a proper view of where I was. It was an old warehouse loaded with barrels, barrels of what I don’t know.

Don K continued “Let me tell you a story, I remember when I first met Vanny’s mum Polina Spartak. Her dad Spartak is a Ukrainian mobster, most feared in the whole of Ukraine. My love for Polina was so intense I didn’t let her dad’s fury hinder my intentions. He told me there was a code and for me to have his daughter, I must earn his trust and win his lost battles”.

Don K stared at his hands “Since that day, these hands has worked more than the blood pumped into it” He looked at me.

I was wondering where this historic tale was getting to. He came close to me and pat my shoulders “Vanny was six (6) when I lost my beloved Polina to some riffraff who I skinned alive. I saw the incident as a green light to move back to my home country and set up an empire with my beloved daughter. 20years later; my beloved Vanny has found herself a man, a man that must learn the code, get his hands stained and buried deep in my world”.

“What I refuse your proposal?” I asked.

“Then you will watch me peel the skin of your little nephew gently, I’d burn your house, your sister’s house and if tempted with she and her husband in it, and oh your mother, I’d pluck her eyes out…all these in your presence so their scream will haunt you for years...although, I wonder if you will hear anything with a punctured ear drum…I have an Indian surgeon Mr Hiran Falyz who can alter the human anatomy neatly…I can’t afford to allow you miss this preplanned movie” He gently creased the words from his lips.

Strikingly, Ef came towards me, showed me a video footage on the series of follow up they’ve done on my family with their military grid laptop.

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Vanny was on the other side of the room bleeding from her nose and mouth. She was tied to a chair also starring at me with a puzzled look.

“Coco Baby, you have to do what my dad says... I don’t want him to hurt you or your family” She said with tears in her eyes.

“I can’t Vanny, I can’t turn against my God because I want to please a man” I replied.

“Your God? Where was the thought of your God when you were fucking me isn’t that what they call fornication?” She questioned in an aggressive manner. “Look at me I’m bleeding from my nose and mouth all because of you and this is how you repay me” She added spitting out blood on the floor.

Don K stood and watched the Telemundo play before him. She tried persuading me to listen to her dad. When she saw I was unyielding, her dad loosened her.

“Enough Baby, He is really a fleabag, where did you get such a moron from?” Don K held her neck and removed the hair rubbing off on her face.

“I’d get you a better deal next time Papa” she said kissing Don K passionately on the lips the way lovers do, I mean the way we did.

Don K in a light tone “This is a better deal, all he needs is a motivating factor…you went too far to fetch me this one, we can’t let him go easily”.

She looked at me “You are right Papa”. Ef offered her a damp towel to clean up her face and body. It wasn’t blood, it was red paint.

She walked towards me and whispered “How was my acting, I guess world class isn’t it? For a moment I thought you had real balls. She pushed me to the floor, walked towards the exit while Don K admired her steps “Too bad you are indeed a fleabag”. She echoed out on her exit.

For the first few minute, I was expecting the director to interrupt this betrayal scene that I involuntarily acted in. Vanny was all staged, planned and plotted.

Don K lit up a cigarette and puffed two round clouds of smoke in the air, puffs bigger and cloudier than Snoop Dogg’s. He ordered his boys to raise me up. “Mr Paul, this is the second time I have your life in my hands. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t take it away from you this time?” Don K asked pointing a gun at the back of my head. I felt the cold steel press against my skull in the face of my hair that sheltered its nakedness.

“Because you will never get another Newton, I may be a fleabag, but I made your duffel bag full. If I could do such without been exposed to your underground business, I believe I’d do much more when exposed” I motivated neatly.

He placed a seat and sat before me “Impressive, you see why I chose you in the first place”.

“Okay here is what’s on ground, in building an empire, the loan has been addictive and that shit is a profit chainsaw. I’ve created a chain means to feed my hungry loan and same time gain huge profit”. He narrated.

“Survive this place and we can talk some more” he added. He ordered his boys to pour petrol on me; they also used petrol to make a big round circle around me and tailed it to the barrel.

“I’d be waiting for you in my office…say 9am tomorrow. I should remind you; these barrels are illegally imported petrol mixed with assorted alcoholic drinks. I thought of discarding you two. Night Night” he threw this cigarette on the circle around me.

Still tied to the chair I started struggling, thank God Vanny pushed me down earlier, the fall broke the handle of the wooden chair. I could hear the petrol in my skin call for the fire to embrace them. It was a concrete-floored warehouse but luckily, where I was had a pile of sand.

Long forgotten alcohol drink I know is highly flammable not to imagine abandoned mixed with petrol. The fire consumed the floor passionately romancing itself towards the stacked petrol barrel. I quickly used sand to lotion my body in order to reduce the potency of the fuel on me.

“You can do this Paul” I cajoled myself.

I jumped off the circle, heading straight to the window. I bashed through ignoring the consequences of where I might land. I ran quickly towards a tree lining knowing the warehouse was going to explode. Dreadfully, before I thought this through and made few steps, BOOM!!! The warehouse exploded throwing me to a nearby tree that knocked me off into darkness.

I woke up at the back of a pickup. The driver told me he rescued me from the explosion scene. I begged him to take me to my service apartment instead of the hospital.

I got to my service apartment, the place wasn’t the same. Vanny’s things weren’t there, she parked every single thing of hers including her seductive smell that broadcast her presence.

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THE REAL DON K

The next day I went to see Don K in his office still smelling like ash even though I had a bath with an 8,000 worth of David off cool water bath gel. Right in the office, he gave me a mind blowing presentation.

Indeed Don K had a long chain of underground businesses. He got his hands stained with all manner of dirty deals across Nigeria, Sierra Leone, South Africa, Jamaica, China, Mexico, Bulgaria, Singapore, Venezuela, USA just to mention a few. His deals linked from human trafficking, sex hawking, baby sells, condom manufacturing, hard drug sales, fake drug sales and the other skin/euphoria market alongside illegal importation of petrol mixed with alcoholic drinks.

He told me he had started a Nigerian porn industry that’s focused on using teenage girls, girls whose parents had collected loan from him but couldn’t pay back. His loan shark services served as a profit salvage technique.

During the Christmas season, his Chinese partners shipped tonnes of plastic rice to Nigeria which was impounded by the Lagos State Government. This strained his relationship with the Chinese causing him too edgy to reason straight. A perfect timing to get me involved in the family business as well as tightens his loosed end and wins his lost battles hence I’m not only engaged to his daughter but got the creative brains to get things done.

To be continued...

EPISODE 7: TURNING POINT

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1) Why young people fail in relationships.

2) Beastly: The Pathologic lover.

3) How to date a rich girl.

4) How to date a poor boy.

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2) Lessons from Recession.

3) Pixel: Life in its smallest unit.

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