“Did you turn off the lights?” Mille asked me as she gripped my shirt.
“I didn’t.” Immediately I replied, the lights came on.
“Thank goodness!” Mille breathed out.
“Now where is this guy?” I thought.
“Niel! We’re here.” Mille yelled from the living room where we stood side by side “Stop all these jokes and come out, you’re scaring me.”
“There’s no need to be scared sweetheart.” A lady emerged from behind us.
I could see Mille’s eyes open in shock as she scanned the lady from head to toe. She was wearing a black body hugging T-shirt with a pair of black trousers. As a matter of fact, everything she wore was black. Her weave was black, her make up had a lot of black , giving her a really mean look and she was a petite type of woman.
“Who are you?” Mille asked her in a shaky voice.
“Sit down baby.” She replied.
Mille scoffed. “And you expect me to take orders from a stranger in my fiancee’s house? How did you even get in.”
The strange lady reached behind her and produced a handgun, pointing it at Mille.”You may wanna shut up and have a seat Jamille. Same goes for you Elliot.”
We raised both hands above our heads as we gently allowed our rear ends make contact with the sofa.
“Not on the sofa you fools. The floor.”
Mille turned to me briefly. I just nodded and we both changed position to the floor.
“Now, that’s better.” She walked close to us. “Y’all can come out.” She said and two hefty men came out. They were dressed in black just like her and looked like wrestlers. For the first time in my life, I understood what fear really meant. I was more of a computer person. I had no knowledge or experience whatsoever in self defense.
The two men came to us and dragged us up. They searched us thoroughly, taking our phones and every property we had on us. When they were done, they cuffed us, all the while holding guns to our heads.
“Let’s go in. The boss is waiting already.” The woman said as she led the way inside. Her phone beeped and she picked it up. “Everything in place?” She asked and paused for a while. “Good.” She finally said and returned the phone to her pocket. She led us to the master bedroom.
Immediately she opened the door, Mille gasped. Jathniel was tied securely to a chair with bruises all over his face. A man was backing us, facing the window. He turned around shortly after the door was shut behind us. There were two other men in the room who had the appearance of the two that brought us in.
It was then that the whole picture suddenly became clear to me.
“It’s the same old Rex man. Remove the cuffs Pixie and give him a seat, this guy is my man. He deserves some respect.” He said to the ‘black’ lady.
“What about the lady sir?”
“Get her a seat beside her fiancé. Don’t you see she’s crying already?” His voice was cool and calm but had a lot of venom in it.
“Please have mercy on us.” Mille cried as she sat beside Jathniel and got tied just as he was tied.
“Mercy?” Rex scoffed. “To me, the words ‘please’ and ‘mercy’ do not exist my dear.”
“Rex I beg you not to do this to these innocent people. I’m sure you came for me.”
“Smart as always man. Yes, I came for you. I have a little story to tell you. Should I go ahead?”
I neither replied nor looked at him.
“I’ll take your silence as a yes. Once upon a time, you escaped death by Luscious’ hand. He knew you made it through but decided to lay low. Some months ago, Luscious left the earth but guess what? He also left a small commandment. The commandment was a very very simple one; teach Elliot a lesson. The commandment happened to be the last set of words I heard him say before he died. Now, the very best part of that commandment is that he didn’t state how I should teach you that bloody lesson. Since I still have some love left for you, I narrowed my many options down to just two. Right Pixie?” He turned to the lady.
“Very correct sir.”
“And now, I’m presenting two options to you. It’s either you face a slow and painful death or you choose which of those two I should delete.” He completed the worst statement I have ever heard in my life with his index finger pointing towards Jathniel and Jamille.
“The ball is in your court Elliot.”