Must Read: The Complete Assassin… Part 2

It was 9pm. Estate Villa Police Department was unusually empty.
The holding cells were open and void of any prisoners. A
powerful generator hummed silently at the back of the building,
the only sound that could be heard. At the counter a police
woman sat on the only soft leather couch in the waiting area. She
had turned down the volume of the plasma television on the wall
to the lowest and was busy trimming her fingernails. She looked
up at the clock on the wall and sighed. She couldn’t wait for the
next hour to pass quickly so she could end her shift and go home
to her family. Her eyes temporarily landed on the television
screen and a local soap opera was showing. She hated soaps,
especially local ones. She hissed and went back to cutting her
nails.
A few minutes later a police pick up drove into the station.
Heavily armed police men came down from the vehicle, laughing
and joking. They had finished their patrol for the day and had
come to the station to submit their artillery. They walked in one
after the other brandishing their AK 47 automatic rifles, amidst
smiles and jokes.
“Joke mama! How far na? Na you dey here today?” One of the
men asked the woman at the counter.
“No. No be me dey here. Na my spirit. Abeg Samson, I no dey for
this your wahala today o. Make una just do wetin una come do
then leave.” Joke replied.
“Omo Joke dey para today o. Your husband no gree you do that
thing?” Another police officer said, dropping his rifle on the table
and removing a pistol from his hip holder.
“Rafael, how did you guess? You are a bad guy!” Samson said,
and they burst into another bout of laughter.
Two other police men from the vehicle joined in the banter. Joke
had no choice but to laugh along with them as the jokes had
become so hilarious and it was obvious they were bent on
making sure she was part of the fun. After a while, the laughter
died down.
“Abeg Joke give us register make we sign out. My family and I
get groove this night.” Samson said.
“You sure say na your family you wan go meet? Or you have got
some side chick you want to go and lay?” Joke asked, eyeing
Samson suspiciously. Her eyes also went to the other men who
were smiling sheepishly.
“Na God go forgive all of una.” Joke finished.
“AMEN!!!” The four police men chorused, followed by another
bout of laughter.
“Come to think of it, it would not be a totally bad idea if we had
some fun before going to meet our families oh. Guys, how una
see am?” Rafael asked.
“Please fill the register jor and then you guys can go gallivanting
as you like. Randy he-goats.” Joke said handing the register to
Samson.
Samson took the register from her, blowing her a kiss in the
process. The other policemen laughed while Joke just shook her
head and went back to trimming her nails.
As Samson was about to fill the register, they heard a gunshot. It
came about three buildings away from where they were.
Samson paused. Everyone in the station became suddenly quiet
and alert. Even though it was yuletide season and people were
throwing fire crackers like the world was going to end, they knew
that what they just heard was not the sound of a fire cracker. A
bullet had just been shot somewhere. As Samson shrugged and
began to fill the register, they heard the gunshots again, two
consecutive shots, piercing the air above every other sound.
“Something is happening. Guys, let’s check it out. Move your
butts ladies! Now! ” Samson ordered, grabbing his rifle from the
table and storming out of the building into the Police pick up.
Rafael and the two other police officers picked their guns too and
followed their commander out of the police station. They left
hurriedly, without a word to Joke who smiled at them knowingly,
thanking God that police officers like Samson still exist in this
part of the world.
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“You crazy slu.t. I am going to give it to you the way your
husband never did. What a nice piece of as5.” The gang member
said, tearing Dorothea’s clothes off and trying to take off her
thong.
He had bent her on all fours, pinning her down with brute
strength. Dorothea tried to release herself from his grip, but he
was too strong for her. He held her neck from behind, pinning her
face to the rug on the floor. She raised her arm, trying to claw
him off her. Her finger nail caught his arm, wounding him and
drawing blood. He got irritated and gave a heavy slap to the back
of her neck. Dorothea screamed in pain. She became weak and
could not fight back anymore.
“Yes you LovePeddler. You pretend you don’t want this, but you
do. I am gonna give it to you like no one has, b1tch.” He said,
unzipping his fly and pushing Dorothea’s thong to the side,
exposing the essence of her womanhood.
Jeffery was mad with rage and anger. He got up to rush at the
gang member but the leader fired a warning shot into the wall
just beside him. The bullet lodged inside the wall, cracking the
tiles. Panting heavily, Jeffery stopped in his tracks livid with
rage.
“Please. Don’t do this. Please. Please.” Dorothea begged and
cried.
“Yes. Beg me like you want it. Beg me.” The gang member said
pushing himself deep inside her without any form of protection.
“I am sorry Jay. I am so sorry.” Dorothea cried and begged as
the gang member thrust into her furiously.
“Nooooo!” Jeffery screamed and lunged at the gang member
molesting his wife.
He squeezed the man’s neck trying to choke the life out of him.
The leader shot at Jeffery twice. The bullets caught in the
stomach and neck. Blood splattered everywhere.
Sharon got up from the ground and rushed to her father who had
fallen on the ground, lifeless.
“Drop him now, or you will follow!” The leader shouted.
“Daddy, oh daddy please.” Sharon cried, holding her father’s
arm.
Dorothea had fainted under the gang member that was Molesting
her. He got up, zipped his fly and surveyed the surroundings.
“Are you done?” The leader asked him.
“Yes Boss.” He replied.
“Okay. Men, gather the spoils and let’s leave.” The leader said,
moving to the door.
Sharon got up, picked a kitchen knife from the table and rushed
at the leader who shot her father. He turned just as she lunged at
him. The knife caught him on the thigh as he turned. He yelped in
pain and involuntarily pulled the trigger of his gun, shooting
Sharon in the chest at close range. She fell on the floor, dead.
“Let us get out of here! Pronto!” The leader said limping out of the
house.
Stephen was shaking where he lay. He saw everything that
happened. Every detail was etched into his memory and he would
never forget the faces of the men who came into their home. He
cried quietly as he went to his mother and shook her several
times. Stella had run out to call the attention of neighbors.
Although he did not know it, that day his destiny had been
rewritten.
Steven was reborn.