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A Story written by Omolola…

The phone rang on the other end.

Once.
Twice.

“Big W.” Charles’ voice.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, letting those girls head down to the border to feed sharks, for crying out loud?”

“Ah, you must have just caught the news. CNN did a good job, don’t you think? The girls should make some good money with this stunt.”

“Good. . .have you lost your damn mind? They’ll probably get eaten alive.”

“Tomilola says not, though I imagine they could.” Charles’ voice was amazingly calm considering the words coming out of his mouth.

“Then stop them, dammit.”

“I’m not their mommy. And neither are you. In fact, you don’t have any say at all over what they do. More to the point, what Tomilola does. You’re out of her life, remember?”

He stilled. There was something far too smug in Charles’ tone. “Is this a setup? Is Tomilola just trying to lure me back within her grasp?”

“She hasn’t said so. She’s playing it straight, hasn’t mentioned she has any other motivation for the fundraiser beyond Martha’s need.”

“But. . .” Demola pushed.

“But there’s a calculating gleam in her eyes that’s pretty hard to miss.” There wasn’t an ounce of empathy in Charles’ voice.

“And knowing that, you didn’t stop her.”

“Like I said, not my job.”

Anger raced through him. What the hell was Charles thinking? He knew the man hadn’t been happy at his leaving. Charles had made himself clear on that subject when Demola had called right after he’d left. But when all was said and done, he thought his friend had at least understood that he didn’t belong in Tomilola’s life, that his leaving was the only option available. Apparently not. “Anything happens to any of those girls, Tomilola in particular, I’m coming after you.”

“You know where to find me.”

“Count on it. In the meantime, where and when is this little shindig taking place?” His gut clenched as he realized he’d have to chase after her. Have to put an end to this nonsense himself.

“Day after tomorrow off the shores of River Benue. Their final meeting with the press before they head out on the boat is 7:00am. You’d best get a move on if you want to get there before Tomilola feeds her arm to a shark. Have fun. Say hi to the girls and. . .”

Demola slammed the phone down and paced away, struggling for a calming breath, glad he was as far from Charles as he was.

Say hi to the girls?

Sure.

Right after he wrung their necks.

Tomilola’s first.

To Be Continued…..

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