And she knew that I would take her home. She must have read my promiscuity like a novel. Everything was so perfect that she would be the least suspect. I mean, they had also cut off a chunk of the barbed wire so it would seem like a random thief came in while I went to get my car from the mechanic. I thought I was smart at getting to her. But she had bigger plans. Too bad it was with an unfaithful crime partner. And worse for me, I have a dead body in my compound.

“I’m going into the shadows.” With that, the big black man’s motor bike shot forward with powerful speed and disappeared into the city of Ikeja.

Love, they say has no senses The feeling they say makes one feel weightless Yet,