deep secrets - Season 1 - Episode 16

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deep secrets - Season 1 - Episode 16

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07:00 am, Bay Apartments
“Who was the lady who came to
kill us?” Lizzy asked her
husband, Steve. “I still don’t
know. I would give a million
away to get a grasp of what is
happening.” “I don’t believe
you, baby. You just don’t have
the courage to tell me. First a
nude picture of me was sent to
you, after that I was kidnapped
and made to pose nude with
some men. I believe it’s time to
tell me the truth. Who loaded my
camera with the nude pictures
of you and your female friends?
Who wants us dead? Please I
need answers,” Lizzy
demanded. Steve felt boxed in.
He knew he was not going to lie
his way out of this one. Lizzy
had been a great wife to him,
however his bent for s-x
outside of marriage and with
multiple partners had driven
him into the abyss of
lasciviousness. “I cannot say
that I have been a good
husband to you, baby,” Steve
said. His voice was shaky; and it
wasn’t for the fear of his wife,
but for the fear of what might
happen to his family. He could
see it coming. He could see
himself losing his wife and kids
to his shockingly adulterous life
and the consequences of it.

“So you have been sleeping
around with every woman
willing to part her legs for you?”
Lizzy asked with tears running
down her cheek. “I have done
worse, baby. I wish I could go
back in time and take it all back;
make things different and love
you like I should. I have done
things you can’t believe.” “You
know I don’t deserve this Steve.
I have loved you and the
children with all my heart. I have
done everything you asked me
to do. I have done things in bed
with you that I can’t tell fellow
women. I have taken your s-x
drugs to please you and almost
died doing it. Have I not kept my
body fit and sexy for you? I
have lied at work and drove
home like mad just to make love
to you. I strip nude for you and
dance naked in our bedroom
like a w---e for you and still
you run around with other
women. What have I done
wrong? Have I denied you s-x
at any time? Have I treated you
with disrespect? Even now you
are still my prince in shining
armour.” Lizzy was shaking and
crying profusely as she spoke.
Steve had always calmed her
with s-x whenever she was
worked up. He began to
undress her. Lizzy didn’t blink;
she sat looking right through
him as he undressed her. When
Steve was done peeling her
clothes off, Lizzy stood up and
walked into the next room and
locked the door behind her. For
once in their eight-year-old
marriage, she did not walk
away from him whenever he
undressed her. Steve was
disturbed. He tried to reach out
to Lizzy and make up with her,
but she would not open the
door to him. He used all
methods he could but she still
would not budge. About the
time Steve had given up and sat
on the floor with his head
bowed in sorrowful thoughts,
Lizzy opened the door, walked
back into the living room still
nude and sat next to him like
she was never angry with him.
Steve put his arms around her
and began to plead. Still feeling
numb and cold with rage, Lizzy
said, “I don’t want you to plead
for forgiveness, it just won’t
work with me. Please don’t
waste your time doing it. This is
what I want…”

“What do you want? Tell me
please,” Steve cut in. “I want the
truth. The whole truth. I want to
know what is going on. Steve I
have always loved you and you
know it. I can’t live through a
day wondering what you might
be doing when I am not with
you. I want you to tell me all you
have been doing. If you don’t
tell me, this is what I am going
to do. I will sleep every man you
have known in your live and I
will make sure you get photos
of all of them just like yours
were sent to me. I will make
babies with men you despise! I
will strangulate your children
and send you photos of their
lifeless bodies! You have hurt
and broken me beyond words.

Nude photos of me with
strange men are floating
around somewhere now and it
is all because of you.” Steve held
her and tried to calm her, but
she kicked at him and
unleashed a slap to his face.

None of them had raised a
finger on each other in their
eight-year-marriage. Steve
rubbed his face, trying to
extinguish the stinging pain the
slap had left on it.

EARLIER THAT DAY

6:33 am, Oak City Hotel

The guard whom the assassin
had sent to find a way for her
to get into Steve’s hotel room
was standing at the assassin’s
door knocking. She opened the
door, and pulled the guard in,
she was still without her clothes
on. “You came back rather too
soon, have you found a way I
can get to see my man in that
room?” she asked. “I don’t have
to. The man has left with the
woman who was with him,” the
guard replied. The assassin was
shocked. “How? When?” she
asked. “While I was still here
with you, they left with the
some of my colleagues giving
them cover.” The lady dashed
toward her purse, picked her
phone and placed a call to
someone outside the hotel,
“Steve is gone! He is no longer
in the hotel! Did you see him
leave the hotel?” “No, we did
not! He may still be somewhere
in the hotel!” “He is gone man,
someone in the hotel told me he
is gone.” “Who told you that?
We did not see him leave, he
must still be in there!” “Did you
see some of the guards leave
the hotel?” “Yes, we did and
they have long returned to the
hotel.”

“Sorry man, when you saw the
guards leave, they were actually
smuggling Steve and his wife
out of the hotel. Find him and
get back to me.” “Gosh! How
did I miss that? Are you coming
with us?” the male voice on the
phone asked. “No, I won’t be
joining you in the chase just yet.
I have got some work to do
right away in my room. Bye.”

She dropped the call and went
over to the sound system in the
room and turned up the volume
and began to dance obscenely
before the guard. The guard
understood her cue and
undressed hurriedly. She
danced back to where he stood
and inquired, “I hope you can
make me cry. I like it when my
man makes me cry.” Without
warning, the guard slapped her
across the face and the force
sent her two steps backward.

Holding her cheek in shock for a
moment, she lunged towarmoment, she lunged toward the
guard and drew blood from his
face with quick thrown
punches. She was a well-trained
fighter, with stunning build.

Without clothes on, the two of
them engaged in a mock fight
for a few minutes before she
overpowered the guard and
they descended into twisted
sexual acts.

THE PREVIOUS DAY

11:20 am, Bimpe’s Husband’s
House

Bimpe’s husband was sitting at
the dining table with three well-
dressed men in designer suits
sitting opposite him. Bimpe’s
husband pushed Bimpe’s
picture to them and said, “That
is my wife. I want her cut down
immediately. We were supposed
to have four children together,
but for some reason, none of
them is mine.” He pushed
another picture to the three
men and continued, “This is
Maxwell, he is the father of my
favourite child. I want him dead
in three days… Here is the
picture of the man who is
responsible for my other three
children. His name is Mayowa
Folarin, and is fondly called
Mayo. I want you to kill him and
bring me his testicles….” He
paused for a few seconds and
continued, “You know what, try
to bring me Mayo and my wife
alive. I would like them to
amuse with live s-x before I kill
them. Can you do that for me? It
should be a piece of cake for
you guys. You are not Desert
Scorpion for nothing.” The
three men exchanged looks and
smiled. Bimpe’ s husband
pushed a fourth picture to the
men and explained, “Find these
four children and bring them to
me, they are supposed to be my
children. I haven’t decided what
to do with them yet.”

When the three men left,
Bimpe’s husband went over to
his bar, sat on a stool and tried
to break down a bottle of
cognac. After a few gulps he
whispered to himself, “This
socks.” He stood up from the
stool and went over to the
dining table, picking his phone
he dialed his secretary, “Hello
Linda, what are you doing right
now?” “I am working on the
Kensington deal sir,” the
secretary replied. “I want you to
pass it to someone else, tell that
person I said so. You have five
minutes to do that. Once you
are done, please get down to
my house. I suppose twenty
minutes should be enough for
that.” “Okay sir, I will try my best
to get your house in twenty
minutes. However, sir, I do not
know where your house is.”

“Tell Samson to drive you down
here. If he is not in the office,
find him and have him bring
you here.” As soon as Bimpe’s
husband dropped the call, he
spoke with his gateman
through the intercom and
informed him he was expecting
a guest. About thirty minutes
later, Linda, his secretary,
walked into his grandly
furnished living room. “Good
morning sir. Ii am sorry I took a
little longer to get here, Samson
delayed me,” she bowed and
explained her delayed arrival.

Turning as if he just took notice
of her, Bimpe’s husband waved
at her to sit down. She sat
wondering what she had done
wrong. Her eyes were darting in
every direction. There was
something near a bottle of
cognac at the bar. It was like a
gun. Linda felt her heart sink
into her stomach. She was not
sure for which of her many sins
she had been invited to her
boss’ house. She was too afraid
and so thought very fast;
removing her phone from her
bag, she clutched her abdomen
and winced in pain, feigning
she had suddenly become sick.

She wanted to go use the
bathroom and call for help.

“Excuse me sir…” “Linda do you
know why I invited you here?”
Bimpe’s husband cut in. Still
clutching her abdomen, Linda
shook her head and said, “No
sir.” What followed next was a
blast for her. “I want you to
s£duce me,” were Bimpe’s
husband’s next words. In shock
Linda released her hand from
her abdomen and dropped her
phone to the sofa she was
sitting on. Her mouth hung
wide open and her eyes
seemed to pop out of their
sockets. “I am sorry sir, I did
not…” “Linda, I am not a child.

You have always tried to s£duce
me when we worked late
together at my office. Right
now, I am offering you a chance
to do it without fear.”

Linda was at her wits end. She
had no clue about what to say
next or about what was
happening. The sight of a gun
sitting at the bar did much to
make her nervy. For about three
minutes she did not say a word.

All she did was breathe heavily
like an asthmatic patient. “Linda,
I am still waiting for you. When
should I take off my clothes?”
Bimpe’s husband asked. “I am
very sorry sir that in the past I
tried to s£duce you. Please
forgive me. From today, I will do
my best to be of good
behavior…” She knelt in a prayer
posture, clasped her hands and
continued, “…I swear by God sir,
I will never let you see any of my
body parts.” “I am sorry Linda; I
want to see your body parts
today. I will pay for it if that is
fine by you.” Linda could see
her boss was serious and so
she stood to her feet and began
to remove her clothes. While she
did that, Bimpe’s husband
walked closer to her and said,
“You are a pretty girl. The only
reason I did not take any of
your seductive baits was simply
that I swore never to touch
another woman after my
marriage.” “So why do you
want to do it now and in your
house? You should take me
somewhere else at least for
your wife’s sake,” Linda
suggested. “My wife is dead.”

Linda was frozen when she
heard that and drew closer to
her boss with only her under
garments on and put her hands
around him before asking,
“When did Madam Bimpe die
sir?” She was genuinely
concerned. Bimpe’s husband
put his hands around her and
replied, “She is dead in my
heart.”

6:20 pm, Bode Thomas Street
Leroy was on the sidewalk
pacing hastily, suddepacing hastily, suddenly a
Chevrolet SUV stopped for him,
the door swung open and he
jumped in. Some way behind,
were Eve and Stanley in an ash
Peugeot 306. They were actually
following Chucks who was in
Chevrolet SUV when they
spotted Leroy. Eve was trying
very hard to control herself. She
could not believe it that Stanley’s
best man on their wedding day
could have anything to do with
the man who shot them on the
night of their wedding. Both
Stanley and the guards’
helmsman who was at the back
seat of the Peugeot 306 had to
restrain her from jumping out
of the car and chasing after the
Chevrolet SUV with the gun in
her hand. “You have to stop
Baby! Stop please!” Stanley
shouted at Eve barely
restraining her. Eve tried to talk
but her mouth gave no sound
as hot tears ran down her
cheek. In the Chevrolet SUV, a
frantic conversation was going
on between Leroy and Chucks.

“Who ordered the hit?” Chucks
asked. “I don’t know who, but I
got my orders from Emilia.

However, there are those above
her whom she takes orders
from. I think they were the ones
who wanted your friends shot
on their wedding day. They may
be the ones who paid for the
videos to be made,” Leroy
replied.