Her Christmas desire - Season 1 - Episode 13

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Her Christmas desire - Season 1 - Episode 13

It was now clear to Elvis that what Sam had for his sister was greater than infatuation, it was deeper and it scared him. Never in his life, had he seen Sam acting this way just to rescue a damsel in distress.

‘Look, I have other plans for us, but I may not unfold them now. Just get my mask and my gun ready. We are paying the king and his beautiful sister a short visit.’ Sam ordered, before advancing towards the exit.
He was very excited at the thought of meeting her again. He knew she would be terrified of the King and his crude ways of doing things. But soon, her captivity would be history, because he was going to deliver her from the hands of her captor.

Once Sam was out of the room, Elvis decided to distract his mind from his friend’s attraction to his sister. He grabbed his phone and ran his eyes over the screen.

‘Elena,’ he muttered his sister’s name as he realized that he had been ignoring her messages. He quickly responded to one of the messages, then they began to chat.

Tamar had joined her daughters in Elena’s room, she reassured them that their older sister was with the King in his palace and she was very safe.

‘I told you that we cannot win this one. By right, your sister belongs to the King and he has taken her to be with him.’ Tamar was relieved that her daughter hadn’t been taken by some hoodlums. She was confident that the king would make a good husband.

Cassie and Elena exchanged glares; they were tired of arguing with their mother. Or trying to make her understand that what she had done was wrong.

‘Mum, just leave us alone. I am talking to Elvis right now and he will get Eno back home.’ Elena waved her mother aside. She would deal with her mother’s horrible attitude later.

Tamar laughed, and smacked her palms together, ‘How can you even trust your prodigal brother to “rescue” your sister? Elvis has brought nothing to this family but pain and hollowness. If I were you, I’d do better things with my time.’ Tamar felt that the time of convincing her daughters to support her plans for Eno was over.

Now that the King had taken his bride, she was free to move on with her life.

‘Mum, don’t you have conscience? You just sold one of your daughters off!’ Cassie snapped at her, feeling disgusted by her mother’s nonchalant attitude towards the whole thing.

But Tamar wasn’t perturbed. She had been worried at first about the way Eno would see her. But she was looking at the bigger picture here, her bloodline would forever be linked to the throne and that was what every mother prayed for.

‘Can I ask you a question mum?’ Elena dropped her phone.

‘Yes, sweet pea.’ Tamar replied sweetly.
‘Tell us how you knew it was the King that kidnapped our sister. Why do I have this feeling that you planned it with Yemi?’ Elena didn’t trust the woman one bit.

Tamar shrugged, ‘Well, the King called me and informed me that his wife was very happy in the palace.’ She lied smoothly.

She knew the girls would throw more questions at her, so she quickly rose to her feet and hurried towards the door.

‘You should be ashamed of yourself mum. Eno would never forgive you for this.’ Cassie called to her. Tamar didn’t care what any of her daughters thought of her plans.

But she had just one thing to say to them, ‘To be clear, Eno understood that I wasn’t being selfish by taking that decision. I wanted the best for her. She has a degree and now a billionaire husband. I don’t know what it is that you both have with Elvis, but if you ruin the King’s chances of being with the woman that he loves…’ her voice trailed off as she grabbed the door’s handle.

Elena was the hot headed one, ‘what would you do mum?’

‘Of course one of you will have to take her place in the palace.’ Tamar flashed a clean set of teeth before stepping out. And she meant every word she had spoken. If Cassie or Elena got in the way of her plans, she would make sure they pay for it.

Cassie dropped her head in disappointment; she couldn’t believe that her mother would act that way.

‘Did she really give birth to us?’
‘I don’t think so.’ Elena snorted and returned to chatting with her elder brother who seemed very interested in what had been happening in the family.

ELVIS: I am sorry for not replying, I was busy.

ELENA: It’s okay bro. Mum isn’t sorry about pimping Eno off to the king. She just walked out of the room.

ELVIS: I can’t blame her. She had always wanted the best for her children; only that she didn’t know how to go about it rightfully.

ELENE: Seriously? Are you taking her side now?

ELVIS: Let’s be realistic. I don’t support what mother did, but without the King’s money, Eno wouldn’t have made it.

ELENA: Now you’re scaring me…

ELVIS: Don’t worry; I don’t support Yemi kidnapping our sister. I swear to you that I’d get her back.

ELENA: I know you would, but be careful. I accidentally mentioned your plans to mother.

ELVIS: It is alright, I am not alone.

ELENA: Will you come with her?

ELVIS: Can we not talk about my return home? How is Cassie? How is Dad?

ELENA….typing
‘Elena?’ Cassandra had been surfing the web when her eyes stumbled on something important. She knew her sister would be delighted with this news.

Elena was a professional blogger, and her blog, “Spicy,” was one of the best in the country. She knew that the news she had just seen would go viral soon, and her sister had to use it to boost traffic.

‘Yes?’ Elena’s eye travelled from the phone to her Cassie’s face.

‘I think you may find this interesting, some sites are talking about it and I feel you should join them, but with a new perspective.’ Cassie handed her iPad to her sister.

Elena was reluctant to take the phone from her sister; she was more interested in talking to her brother Elvis. But she knew that would come off as rude, so she took the iPad from Cassie and glanced through the site.

Her pupils dilated in surprise as she read the news, ‘But this isn’t possible…’ Elena swallowed.

‘Yes it is, The Mask has returned to terrorize the country.’ Cassie shrugged.

The site had just reported the explosion of a famous oil refinery in Ughelli, and it was alleged that the Mask and his militants were behind it.

‘I thought people said he’s dead.’ Elena raised a brow.

‘People like him don’t die. They lurk in the shadows and terrorize the world.’

Elena was thrilled with this news; she had something to boost the traffic on her site.
Sam and Elvis were the only ones that planned to visit the palace. He was about covering his face with the yellow mask which he often put on during operations when Elvis strolled into the room fuming.

‘They are at it again, they are pinning this one on you.’ Elvis tossed a newspaper on the desk close to where Sam stood. One of the boys had showed it to him.

Sam ran his eyes over the headlines till he reached the point which concerned him. An explosion had just happened in Ughelli, Delta State and the papers were pinning it on him.

‘Propaganda, someone is trying to distract us.’ Sam shook his head in laughter. He had been accused of worse crimes, rape and murder, but he had never done any of those things. He had a lot of enemies in high places and they could do anything to tarnish his image before the people he was fighting to protect.

But Elvis didn’t find it funny, ‘If they keep on doing this, we may just have to blow their f-----g brain off!’ He grabbed the paper and began to tear it into pieces.

Sam didn’t stop him, he just found his friend’s reaction funny.

‘We both know that we didn’t carry out that rogue operation. We don’t do things like that. Why don’t you focus on what we are about to do? Is being framed more important than your sister’s life?’ Sam grabbed the AK47 closer to him and scrutinized the gun.

Elvis shrugged, ‘I just wished I knew those behind these lies.’

Sam suspected only one person, ‘It is either the King or his spoilt little sister. They are trying to buy time for themselves knowing we wouldn’t let them close to the Vermillion. If the Federal Government believes this news to be true, they will start trailing us and we may have to leave the country again.’ He was a hundred percent sure that Yemi or his sister was behind the rumors.

Elvis found this piece of information more intriguing, ‘Is the princess this ruthless?’ He was starting to get attracted to her.

Sam nodded, ‘Some people say she controls her brother. A woman who wields such power over the King shouldn’t be joked with. Now come on.’

Swiftly, he covered his face with the yellow mask and dropped the gun in his pocket. It was time to take back what the King had stolen from him. His belly fluttered as he thought of kissing her again, this time, deeper than the first.

As both men sauntered out of the study, a Christmas Song began to play. And it was the perfect song for what was to take place.
“Santa Claus is coming to town….”