Shola slowly opened his eyes. His face was devoid of emotions. His eyes were red and his lips dry. He quietly looked around and took in to his surroundings, he's still in the plane and all of this has been a reality dream that has haunted him for ten years. Marilyn's body was never found which was a relief to others but has been a burden to him.
He closed his eyes to relax his mind but a tap to his shoulder wiped the relaxation away.
"Sir, welcome to Lagos" it was from the air hostess, Anna.
"Thank you!"
Few minutes later, shola was seen dragging a suitcase from the airport to a parked, taxi which seems to be patiently waiting for him.
"It's been eight years since I last stepped into Nigeria" he thought as he settled into the taxi.
Looking around the city of Lagos through the car window, he felt a deep sense of nostalgia and a deep longing for home.
"Surely no place like home" he muttered, closing his eyes.
A few minutes later, the car came to a halt and before him stood a large gate-an entrance to one of his estates.
As the taxi drove into the villa, he smiled to himself. It was indeed a comforting feeling.
Having finally settled into his house, he walked around inspecting the living room. The decor was a masterpiece. Satisfaction was written all over his face, the interior designer has done a wonderful job.
Just then, the sound of his ringtone drew his attention, he glanced at the caller ID and his mood swapped. He annoyingly swiped the answer button and the annoying voice he had always wanted to silence came through.
"Welcome home!" A deep mocking voice came through the phone and he felt a murderous instinct rise within him.
"As always" shola replied, controlling his emotions.
"I couldn't make it to the airport, hope that won't be used against me?" The voice said again and there was a hint of mockery laced in it to which shola dictated immediately.
"Not like I wish to see your face" he said with clear irritation written on his voice and a jagged laughter came from the other end. Shola kept quiet. Being a man of principle, he doesn't give a fuck even if the laughter was laced with chokes of death.
"I'll come see you tonight" the call ended without giving shola any chance to speak.
"Son of a bitch!" Shola cursed and threw his phone aside. He then ran up the stairs which led to his room. Glancing around, he smiled and then walked towards his drawer, and pulled out some files and went through them.
Those were not just files, but a secret achievement he had made. The achievements he achieved in the country that even his enemies were not aware of.
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Night came, the roads were busy , even the dark parts felt lively. A motorbike roared through the night and stopped at a large gate,The entrance to Shola's house, he went in a full speed, riding as though the whole world belongs to him. Stopping at the mansion, came down and took off his helmet, tilted his neck and cracked his bones. He felt great.
That is Derek, the one the whole of Nigeria trembles even at the mention of his name. He named himself CAIN THE BETRAYER. He has been to prison to extent he was named PRISON BOSS, and even the police fears and respect him. The people calls him the DEVIL'S INCARNATE sent to torment the people!
Cain looked up and saw shola looking down at him from the balcony, he came down from the bike and walked into his house. He first looked around the living room before his eyes landed on the stairs shaped in a dragon shape and beside it was the elevator.
"This bastard really has a taste" he thought and marched into the elevator.
"You made the right choice! I was making plans on bringing your silly ass home. Good thing you made the right decision" he said appearing behind Shola.
"I would have loved to see you try!" Shola said without looking back. "I have some important business to end with you, so don't act tough" he added and gave Cain a tough smile.
"Let me see your tattoos" Cain said and shola looked at him with a smile tugged on his lips. Then he pulled off his upper cloth and turned his back towards Cain.
It's a beautiful tattoo of two weeping Angels holding unto themselves, a male and female, with a trident in the middle. They were standing on a two headed dragon with his face full of rage and its eyes were red with anger and the mouth were balls of flame ready to shoot out. The tattoo was so wide that it stretched to every inch of his back and leveled up to his neck.
"Being a mafia in Dubai seems like an enjoyable role, doesn't it?" Cain asked but shola ignored him and threw himself on the outside couch.
"How is Rose?" Shola asked. Such a nice name, if it weren't beared by the daughter of Jezebel.
"She's doing good and married with a kid." Cain said, stressing the word 'married' to get a reaction from him but the bastard seemed unmoved and not even surprised by the news.
"We had business to discuss" shola said
"So eager to know" shola asked
"I'm busy and have no time to spare" shola retorted
"Seeing you angry gives a good feeling" Cain said and he definitely meant it. Not like shola gives a damn though.
"Nice one!" Shola said
"Lord PO has a task for us and also a punishment incase we fail" Cain said lighting up a cigarette.
"What task"
"He has a rival and a threat, and he wants us to eliminate it. The Rival's name is lord Amos and his last location marched in Dubai." Cain said and shola chuckled.
"Well that motherfucker is a threat indeed, I've seen alot about him. Well I can say , he's such a casual man" shola said with a smile.
"Not funny" Cain warned and shola nodded handing him a drink.
"Just know he's dangerous, and you're signing your life on the line" shola said and sipped on his drink. Something about his nonchalant attitude made Cain feel unease.
"I like them dangerous" Cain said and shola looked at him.
"Really! Maybe you wouldn't say that if I had let you know he was the same man that drowned our ships and rigged our containers. And I've been on his target list for a long time now." Shola said and the smile on Chain's face vanished.
"Now that's dangerous!" Cain said and took another sip from his drink.
"Now imagine trying to destroy someone not even the police can trace." Shola added and just then, Cain's phone had an incoming message , he looked at his phone then at shola and smiled.
"I have a business of pleasure to settle shola. We'll have more fun!" He said and got up to leave. Stopping at his tracks he turned towards shola.
"Welcome back once again" he said giving shola a meaningful smile to which shola raised his glass to and cain left. Few seconds later, his motorbike roared into life and rolled away into the night.
Shola stood up with a cunny smile playing on his lips,
"That was a toxic welcome" a voice came from behind him and shola nodded. Then someone stepped out from the dark side of the balcony . It was a man in his late twenties, he has blonde hair which fell freely to his shoulders. He walked as though his steps were counted and his feet were boneless.
"He's a silly creature" he said and shola chuckled.
"You've learnt to misuse words, scraper!" Shola said and scraper winked. "Bug his house! I want to know more!"