Must Read: Cyber lover - Season 1 - Episode 48

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Must Read: Cyber lover - Season 1 - Episode 48

THE MYSTERIOUS DEATHS
THAT Monday morning, the patrol vehicle
stopped before the block of flats where
Michael had his apartment. Two police
officers got out and made for the gate.

“Haaa!” began Linus, the gateman. “I hope no
problem, officers?” The police had been
sending a different set of officers to the block
every morning and for some time now, and he
was beginning to find this action very strange.

“Is it about Mr. Michael again?” “Yes, Mr.
Gateman,” one of the men agreed. “I hope he‟s
around today?” “Why not? You guys came so
early today!” replied the old ex-soldier. “Of
course, he‟s around!” “Have you told him
about our previous visits, which always met
his absence?” The old man scratched his head
and said nothing. “Thanks for forgetting, Mr.
Gateman!” berated the second cop. “Now we
need to see him!” Linus unlocked the smaller
side gate for them and they came into the
compound. “But you could have also called
his office to get his phone number, my
friends,” he pointed out.

“We‟ve done that so many times and the
number they gave us is always ringing when
we call it but nobody ever picks it,” said the
first cop. “His office told us that they would
let him know about our intention to meet with
him, but just like you, I think they haven‟t
done that, yet!” Already, the other officer was
going up to the block of flats. He knew where
Michael‟s apartment was since he‟d been
there before, and soon he was ringing the bell.

Michael opened the door. “Yes?” “Good
morning, sir,” said the policeman, now relieved
that the fellow was around. “We have an
urgent matter to discuss with you. May we
come in?” “Eh…. Sure! Of course, you can!

Please!” Michael was still in his bathrobe, but
he made room for the two men to step into his
plush parlor, although he did not gesture to
any seats. This meant they could only be brief
and to the point about their early morning
call. “We‟ve been trying to get you on your
phone for some time now, sir, but you never
picked your calls.” “We got your number from
your company, sir,” quickly added the other
officer on noticing Michael‟s inquisitive stare.

“That was the only way we could get it.” “Oh…

I lost my phone and just retrieved my number
yesterday,” replied Michael.

He became serious again. “So…why were you
calling me, then?” “There was a jailbreak a few
days ago, sir,” began the first policeman. “The
inmate who escaped had specifically
mentioned your name as a murder target when
he was in prison.” Michael must have seen a
ghost at that very moment for all he could
tell. The man had a sudden, stupefied facial
expression. “This prisoner‟s name is Nimrod
Bassey James, sir,” contributed his colleague.

“It appears you were the key witness during
his conviction.” “Nimrod Bassey James? Of
course I remember that name…the burglar,”
Michael recalled. “I witnessed him burgling my
friend‟s house a few years ago and I called
the cops.” “Was that your friend Mr. Glen
Jude?” “Yes…why do you ask?” “He‟s dead,
sir,” was the blunt reply. Michael‟s hands
unconsciously went to his head. “Oh, my God”
“We believe it was Nimrod and an accomplice
who killed him.” “When – When did this
happen?” “A few days back, sir. Your friend
must have gotten entangled in some dirty
deals with Mr. James who then thought it
best to take him out.” “Mr. Nimrod is now at
large, Mr. Black.

You and your friends are in immediate danger,
and must take every necessary precaution in
order to be safe. This is why we came to see
you.” “What must I do?” “You can start
helping us by taking down our emergency
numbers, and giving us the some of your
friends‟ numbers as well.” “We will post
undercover agents in this block as a further
deterrent, sir,” his colleague added. “With all
this in place, I think Mr. Nimrod Bassey James
will do well to leave you and your friends
alone.” * * *

Nimrod woke up to see the naked girl still
sleeping beside him. Then he remembered he
had snuffed out her life in the night during an
obscene sexual encounter, and wondered why
he‟d earlier thought that she was still alive.

He flung away her long legs, which he had
crossed over his during the night, and got up.

Allen would know how to dispose of the body
later that day, he thought, as he lit a cigarette
and turned to look at her again. She was a
very beautiful prostitute, who they had picked
up the night before in a red light district very
close to the town after Lupe.

Her long wig was spread across her b---m as
if she was really sleeping, although the lack of
a rhythmic chest movement implying breathing
and life was so obvious. Again, Nimrod
thought of how he had used the pillow on her
that night at the height of their ferocious lust
when he was deep inside her and their hips
were wildly crashing against each other while
her long legs where tightly hugging him in
wild abandon. It had been a pleasurable
encounter and just thinking about it right then
was quickly arousing him. “Oh well, what the
hell?” he snapped after thinking about it for a
while, and he snuffed out the stick he‟d earlier
smoked on the wooden bed before getting up.

His manhood was now very rigid and he
wanted to have the girl again, even though
she was now dead! Stark naked, he climbed
onto the bed and knelt before her, quickly
spreading her legs to push himself inside her
without a rubber while forcefully pulling her
hips towards his. His thigh muscles tightened
as he began the slow rhythm, quickly
increasing his pace as the pleasurable
s£nsat!on he was getting from the lewd act
increased.

Soon his balls were slapping her crotch like
mad and he was grunting, m0an!ng and
sweating profusely. It was all over soon
enough. Allen was standing by the bedroom‟s
door as he pulled out of the dead girl, spilling
his seed all over her thighs. “Yes, Allen…what
is it?” “It‟s the police, Nimrod; I think they
know we‟re on to Michael.” “Why do you think
so?” “They‟ve posted undercover sentries in
his apartment block; Linus just called me to
tell me.” “That means we now have more
people to take out when we visit him. Call the
old soldier and tell him to identify these cops
as they come and go…that way we‟ll know
who‟s around when we visit!” “If you say so,”
agreed the other man, his gaze wandering
about to finally rest on the junction between
the dead girl‟s legs. “You can have her if you
want,” his boss directed him, pulling on some
clothes, “but you must dump her like the first
one later this evening.” “When will you meet
the gang?” “Before we visit Michael. Make the
necessary arrangements.”

This as he left the room. “Already on it!” an
excited Allen informed him, pulling down his
pants as he gawked at the dead girl with
craving and lust. * * * Jane worked in the
customer service section of Wintel Trust Bank,
Lupe. She arrived very early on Monday
morning and walked straight to her desk,
knowing that she had so much to do, which
was typical of her Monday mornings in the
office. She looked at the heap of letters on her
table and wondered when she was going to be
through sorting these that morning before
taking them to the department where they
would be thoroughly analyzed. She had barely
worked for an hour when her cell phone
vibrated and she hissed softly, not being in
the mood for calls that morning. She looked
at the screen of her cell phone and saw it was
Brad, her fiancé. “Good Morning, my
sweetheart!” “My honey!” His voice was
vibrant. “I wouldn‟t have been able to achieve
anything today if I hadn‟t heard your voice.

Now, my day is complete.”