"Hold up guys, stop this!" Anathii was surprised to find Caith barging in, as her voice left him surrounded with both guilt and anger, especially as he found her wearing a bridesmaid's outfit. "I came here to warn you..., stop playing with fire Anathii," Caithie stepped even closer and placed her hands on his perfect suit, her eyes running into his.
"As much as I love you Caithie I have to see this through, Zanele and I have got unfinished business," He said with with limited remorse before breaking out of his captor's clutch, and pushing the selfish groomsman out of his way as he made his way to the door whilst tightly holding his fist in case of another attack.
"Babes I'm begging you, come with me, you don't need to sell your soul to the Mandalay's or the Gumede's, it's not worth it," she offered him her hand, a soft way out of the situation, clinging onto his eyes with hers to reveal to him her change it attitude; and he could feel the difference.
"You lied to me about the baby Caithie, I'm still struggling to forgive you for that," He pressed his fingers against his eyes and exhaled.
"Then don't be surprised when the truth starts crumbling before your feet," As much as she wanted to tell him about the Darren situation, she could tell that he had somehow changed his attitude towards her. "Plus I suppose a little lesson wouldn't hurt." She looked at the dude at the door, the groomsman who seemed to be under her payroll, and gestured with her brows for the handicap brawl to begin, at Anathii's expense.
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Meanwhile back in the wedding hall, Zanele kept waiting for Anathii's return as the seconds began flying away in a bus of minutes, as she watched her P.A continuing with her heartfelt speech whilst another bridesmaid went to fetch Anathii. She needed to get the wedding over with before flying back to the Netherlands with her friend Jaylene Byrd to possibly open another AMANDA MANDALAY"S fashion house whilst also waiting for the media's heat to subside especially due to the the Gumede's imminent discovery of the fact that she had stolen their son-in-law.
But it was then when a sound of a helicopter arose before it was overtook by another sound, another heavy bang of cars. A bang which left the guest standing in confusion even as the piano's peaceful composures floated all over the place. Just as Zanele's eyes were tossed towards a certain man whose dreadlocks seemed to hide the intention of his eyes as he jogged along the thick carpeted isle, running straight towards Zanele. Leaving even her P.A loss for words and Zanele herself in a dreadful flood of confusion if not a weakening wind of delusions.
"Ms Mandalay... Ms Mandalay..." He placed his hand against his chest before inhaling, twice, and moving closer to her to tell her the cause. "A helicopter just landed into one of your guests' cars, it was as though it was going to explode."
"It's only a car, don't come back over here if you've got nothing serious to report!" She lifted her hand to signal some of the security forces to go and check out the problem, before smiling at her P.A to talk the guests into reassurance of safety.
"I actually dreamt about this ma'am, where it all started with a helicopter crash, it has just begun, a dark cloud has descended upon us," that same nonsense-reporting guy prophesied a bit, as though he were losing his mind.
"Somebody get him out of here, I've got a wedding to finish up," and within a few seconds he was being pulled out by a buff female security enforcer, leaving Zanele as to wonder where Anathii was, irritation starting to burn her eyes as thoughts of her wedding's stagnancy began getting to her. It was now time to force matters into her own hands.
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Meanwhile at the the Posmoor Prison
Darren walked the cold corridors filled with laughing and shouting prisoners as he walked behind the officer who had been assigned to escort him to his cell as he remembered Divvy Jaars telling him to consider snitching and confessing, upon the arriving chance within a week, through trial. In order for him to get his freedom back alongside the chance to rekindle his romance with Yonella - the same girl he felt he had abused and taken for granted a dosen of times despite now missing her dearly.
Usually, Gummy Bear had always ensured that none of his subordinates went to prison, through paying the due amounts to the cops which would be on his payroll. Yet now he was in orange overalls marching like the prisoners he had always seen on television, He wanted to laugh but he honestly wasn't in the mood, even as the officer said something before pushing him in a cell, where another big eyed, bald man with a mediocre, savagery facial expression stood ready to welcome him.
"Get one thing straight, this cell is mine, just like everything within it," The Medeocre man walked away from the bunkbed and turned around whilst stretching his hands over his little doman.
"Whatever man, I'm not here to stay anyways, I've better things to be worried about anyways." Darren cracked his knuckles whilst responding.
"Maybe I wasn't loud enough..., You yourself also belong to me, you are part of this cell aren't you." He pulled his eyebrows and walked towards Darren whilst clapping his hands and giving a gritty grin.
"I'm just happy I was paired up with a comedian, my short stay here will last even shorter now," Darren walked towards the man, whose attitude had now just faded to his words. "If I had known there were comedians in here I'd have come sooner.
"Then Iet's stretch your lungs a little bit, there's a show coming in a sec." The man put on his knucklebusters, quickly pushed Darren against the cell before sending a left jab his way, whilst the impact of the cell was still fresh against his back, a jab followed and struck pain and hunger into his belly button - almost pushing up his tummy, before that same pain was solidified with a high knee. "Welcome once again, let that serve as a little reminder that when I tell you to jump you ask how high," he then giggled as he turned around like a lecturer after a lesson.
"Don't turn around, this fight has just begun," Darren quickly dashed away from the cell's bars before heavily thumping at the back of the savage's knees, bringing him down before kicking him as soon as he tried to turn upside up and retaliate. Then, thumping onto his belly once again just after dodging his attempted kick.
Fellow prisoners from the neighboring cells were now cheering, just as Darren's foot was grabbed and pulled by the savage- leaving the both ready to rumble on the floor. But it was then when prison officers quickly rushed in, opened the cell and separated them - fearing that knives would soon be involved.
Yet it was just after the separation that, a siren rang - signaling lunchtime, leaving the two officers escorting the two foes to the lunch hall, side by side, as they swopped some deadly words of encouragement...
"You're dead, the boss and I will certainly eat you alive now," The savagely man looked at him and then at the other prisoners who were coming out of their cells, while greeting him with salutes hand signs which showed respect to his rank and position within that prison, whilst stamping their feet, in a dubiously quick sequence of the left then right foot. Before they turned forward and did the exact thing, but twice, as they gave salute to a certain table which was kindly guarded by buff prisoners which kind of seemed similar to Terry Crews.
The savage went forth and bowed his heard to that table which seemed to be the centre of the hall, before officers brought to it some containers of meet and aromatic rice and vegetables. Those prisoners were leaving large, whilst Darren was sent to sit down with a couple of prisoners which had several books in hand before tucking them away as they all stood up to go and stand in the cafeteria line.
Yet before Darren too could even stand, as whispers of his tablemates envied the meals on the top table of the hall, he saw that savage he had just fought with pointing at him just before the three generals sitting by him through Darren a nasty look, before one of them called him over with a middle finger.
"So you think you can just walk in here and do what you want huh?"
"It was merely just self defense, I felt theatened hence I overreacted," Darren said without revealing his scrambled emotions on his facial canvas, nor the hunger that there roasted pork and rice and veggies left him battling. Until one of the three Terry Crews' in orange overalls placed his hands on his shoulder and squeezed it hard.
"I respect that, but if you want to survive in here you'll have to follow the hierarchy, set by me, King Katlego Gumede," He said whilst slicing the pork with his fork and knife, yet to Darren's surprise there was suddenly a glass of wine," By the way, go check what time my show is starting Lwando."
"Starting in 15 minutes from now..." the tall buff goon responded, checking the watch on his left wrist without removing his right hand from Darren's right shoulder.
"Oh, and make sure my three favorite muskestrippers are there, I'm in the mood tonight," He bit his pork and smiled like Dr. Evil whilst sipping a glass of wine, before he was interrupted by Darren's clear of the thought.
"Master KG, this guy hurt my rib, I say let's kill him tonight" The savage said to KG, his 3 other colleagues nodded their heads in response - in agreement to both him and the the flavor of the food.
"I'm sure there's a better way to settle this, a duel, a combat or even a rematch with your mediocre looking general," Darren hit away that KG's bodyguard's hand from his shoulder. "Or even a job perhaps, I gotta stay in shape."
"If you were sniper on the outside, maybe... But since I highly doubt that - no can do." KG proceeded to take the last bite and sip, before standing up with his subordinates ready to go catch a lap dance. "But before I kill you, tell me! What brought you here?"
Darren smiled in meditation. "Got Betrayed and left behind, by an old friend of mine."
"Guess we aren't different after all, same thing happened to me a few years ago," Katlego Gumede kept walking, as other hungry prisoners swarmed in on his leftovers, clearly sick and tired of the bread and gravy they were getting. "Gummy Bear's time will come though, pretty soon.
"What a coincedence, I've been thinking of the same fate on his niece, Vulisanii Mukwevo. That son of a bitch betrayed me for the same person I was trying to help him get rid of"
"Come with then, think we've got some talks to do," KG laughed and waited for him, "And to think that I had actually planned to eat from my cell today - guess you came at the right time." Gummy bear grinned and quivered, looking at the young man who fervently reminded him of his son - Dumisanii Mukwevho. Although the savage general didn't seem to approve. The savage was already thinking of killing Darren by his own means.
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"Father God, forgive me but these cars are gorgeous, please take care of Kimm for me wherever she is," Mastermind said before kissing his Rosery during those pre-sunset hours, before seeing several security figures dispatched all over the wedding venue - but stealing cars in a situation like that was nothing new to him.
Furthermore he looked ahead and saw Dee Monique's hijacked helicopter on top of two small cars whilst the pilot himself tried to explain the situation to the security figures who were questioning him. For Mastermind, that proved to be the perfect decoy to steal several cars.
He got out of his car, and saw a few other butterflies unlocking randomly parked Mercedes-Benz, getting in and driving away, smoothly. Mastermind too should have been doing that but he just couldn't get the helicopter out of his mind. Surely Aneni-Anesu was around, and certainly wouldn't mind pinpointing him towards Kimm Jayde-Maxworth's direction. Missing her was slowly becoming the death of him, and he couldn't get rid of that craving. Plus only she could have a solid clue on Kimm Jayde Maxworth's whereabouts - due to their little plan regarding the heart-shaped harddrive.
Walking towards the helicopter to get an ear on the conversation and possible whereabouts of Aneni-Anesu he could still hear Kimm's voice drilling deeper into his eardrums and bulldozing away other thoughts inside his head, leaving him pricked by a the pin of love and somehow soaked in sorrow.
"Where are you going, we're running out of time?" A voice came from behind but left his response infertile, as he came closer to the venue's entrance before he saw about 3 cars pulling up from the other side as well as Dumisanii Gumede getting out of one. Zanele's husband, as he had thought, yet inside a wedding was already in progress. He felt like staying a bit longer, and finding Aneni-Anesu even sooner before things could get out of hand.
"Do your job Mastermind, don't make me come over there," the butterfly yelled again, making him look back only to see dimples of agitation dancing on her cheeks.
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Whereas, Backstage, In the dark, her kisses still pouring onto his lips as their intimacy shone in the dark despite the two figures which were keeping him from escaping. Indulging in it all, he surely felt Caith calm his heartbeat, enough to make him feel as though hers had calmed too, enough for him to excuse himself, and recuse himself from her madness.
"Wait... Caith... Wait," He squeezed those words through the kisses as guilt and a worry of Zanele catching them tormented his neck, but Caith held onto him, keeping the kisses coming until the a voice called for his name and a knock barraged the door - giving him enough power to give her the final soul-sucking kiss of the moment, before looking away from her shining silhouette and rushing to and out the door where he soon bumped into Zanele's P.A before pulling her hand and taking her back to the main hall. Whilst wondering as to whether the dagger he had seen in Caith's hand would have actually tasted his flesh and blood had he not entertained her.
Plus Caith had been happier than usual, and yet Neliswa was now nowhere to be found, and as they walked past another room he could clearly see the glimpse of two pairs of feet on that lightly ajar door. Making him wonder as to whether the pair was actually sleeping or not, just before he heard the door being closed. Whilst Zanele's P.A herself didn't seem to take note of all those red flags.
Within another odd minute, he was standing by Zanele, on the altar, as the priest apologized for their slightly delayed marital stance - his voice now more induced with Russian Bear; like what more could they expect from a celebrity priest?
Henceforth, Zanele said her vows and promised to love him in sickness and in health before putting a a ring on his finger - before he caught her infectious smile and said his vows too before blessing her finger with a silver ornament. Their wedding was as real as it could get, and now Anathii could say he had marital experience.
"Hooray! You may now kiss the bride," said the priest without forgetting to shed a tear. One which slowly jogged down his cheek whilst Zanele slowly kissed off where Caithie had left off, smooching away the best minute of the marriage; their lips dancing in the sweet saliva which left a trace of wine savoring down their throats despite the little off-tastes of her crimson lipstick, if not scarlet.
Alas it was in the midst of that kiss that the priest announced that dinner would take place on the roof, after a little evening photoshoot. Yet it was in that exact moment when that false prophet she had ordered to be taken out rushed in and screamed something that left some of the guests rushing outside to save their own.
"Ma'am, the cars outside are dissapearing," the prophet shouted, yet as he looked back to run out the door he was surprised to see random gunmen walking in whilst firing some shots in the air before commanding for everyone who was standing to sit back down, before their leader - a man in a cloudy white suits with little scriptures written in its design - came marching forward. His identity concealed behind a mask, as his words flew right through it.
"You're the rose in my sea of flowers, the apple tree in my Garden of Eden, and the mountain amongst the hill of romance," His praises were visually uplifted by a series of romantic gestures, as the wedding's security enforcers were forced to watch as the invasion took place - fearing that a reaction could lead to a loss of life. Guests watching relentlessly and helpfully as the masked intruders demanded all their phones, whilst the rest of the gunmen kept out the journalists.
"Somebody take this embecile away," whispered the priest as he hid behind Anathii, as a sudden thought embedded his an idea for Anathi to step off the altar in protection of his most priced possession -his wife, until he heard the words of that very same, mysterious, stylish and masked man embezzled with a familiar tone of a royal, yet conceited, descent.
"Well played Zee, but I'm here now, we can just reverse the hands of time, move a few minutes back, say our vows and leave here as the happiest couple on Earth." He stepped even closer before his two guards rushed past him and grabbed Anathii whilst pointing a gun at him.
"No Dumisanii, you've wasted my time and I'm sure you will just blow your chance again." Her words weren't latent at all, they were clearly out of a burning bush. "Our interests clashed and I'm certainly not going to get schooled over by your mother."
Dumisanii took off his mask and laughed. "So just because you no longer want me you expect a happy ending?" He laughed and disseminates his fingertips along the edges of his mask as though to take it off, alas he did not. "Better take off that ring, then we gonna go back halfway down the vows, unless you want you knew hubby and several other guests to die in front of those beautiful eyes of yours - which fell in love with me at first sight."
"Then shoot your shot, I'd love to see you get away with this," Anathii yelled over, somehow maybe ready to die for Zanele, for he could not afford to become a coward before all the guests.
"Get out, take him out, take him away," Dumisanii hesitated hitting him with the tip of the gun, before his two goons forcefully accompanied him backstage, as he watched the crowd being forced to smile and cheer at the new groom. Before Dumisanii himself took Zanele's hand and ordered the celebrity priest to marry them.
Anathii wanted to grab a gun and do something about his wedding's colonization. He couldn't stand watching Dumisanii standing so close to Zanele. Close enough to breathe the same oxygen as her whilst rubbing the back of her fingers against her cheek despite her hesitancy. Whilst the goons walked him over and locked him in that first room on the right where he had seen a pair of feet of female figures laying on the floor, just as the goons pushed him inside and closed door behind him, leaving him faced with a seemingly naked silhouette.
"Welcome back Anathi, tell me they didn't hurt you," She said to him as she moved closer, the moonlight now trespassing into the room and caressing her from behind - selfishly leaving him unable to see her eyes as her voice enticed him closer to her, her cold hands cooling off his heartbeat and rage. "Was about to change into something less concealed, you came right on time Anathii."
"Truly glad I did," he took her hand and danced with her in the serenity of the moonlight, lowering his blood pressure and raising his bulge's pressure in the process - especially when he could hear the sounds of the crowd clapping and cheering, consequently driving his jealousy up high despite the possibility that they could have been forced to clap. He just wouldn't be able to bear Zanele coming out of the wedding with another ring.
Nevertheless he continued dancing around, her breath clashing with his as his hands raced down her waist before grabbing her butt cheeks and unleashing a sound he had never had from Caith whenever he had done that. Anathi, wasn't complaining, until the door swung open and the lights went on, before he saw the ghost on her.
"Caith wait, I honestly thought she was you I promise," he bit his tongue as he pulled his hands away from Neliswa without taking another look at her, realizing that his rage had blinded, apart from the dark.
"Four damn years and you expect me to believe that you actually couldn't tell the difference between me and her." Caith hit her palm against her head. "And you Neliswa, of all people!" Anathii could hear the tears bubbling within her voice as she closed in on them with something hidden within her hand. Naive enough, his guts wanted him to believe that she wouldn't dare do such, but the coffin-brown colour of her eyes told her otherwise.
Don't look at me like that, your bestfriend drove me into this," Anathi stood behind Neliswa.
"There's no getting outvof this Anathii boo, you've made your bed now it's time to lie in it," She said as she took off her high heels, leaving him in the realization that the fight was on and that his apology would be barren against her 'forgiveness eggs' as he looked around for an alternative escape. He didn't want to hurt Caith and her 3 weeks old pregnancy but the opposite wasn't true.
"Look, Zanele and I have finished our little arrangement, hence let's go out and sort out whatever issues we have between us Caithie," He smiled, but she didn't seem to hear it.
"When I wanted us to leave you chose to stay a bit longer, so that's what exactly what I'm gonna do too," she opened the door and left him hearing Genna's voice coming in from the wedding venue, before she and Neliswa walked out after laughing and giving him a slight nudge.
Yet now a bigger problem, Genna had arrived and he knew that he had to deal with the situation, directly, fully knowing that Caith was up to something - which could either leave Genna and Zanele hurt, if not both of them. Hence he rubbed his face with his hands before inhaling deeply and heading back to the wedding hall, where he heard another lady's voice trying to calm Dumisanii Gumede down.
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Meanwhile back in the clinic as Vulisanii barged through the entrance that evening, he was surprised to find some cops and nurses at the scene before he marched directly towards where he had left his uncle. His uncle's bodyguards nowhere to be found as by the door, until he found them standing from within, some doctors and nurses coming out the room whilst speaking about the attempt on Mr Mukwevho's life.
"We are very sorry about the incident but the lady who did this is still at large, she came in disguised as a surgeon," The doctor said to him as he walked in and threw his eyes directly to his uncle's bed.
"Get me the survaillance footage, I have to see this, I need to see it, quick!" He walked towards his uncle.
"But the cops were here and they warned us not to show it to anyone, including you,"
"Either you show me or you pack your bags and go work for the police, period!" He pushed the doctor away as his eyes met his uncle's eyes. "And how did the culprit even get away, why did you let them go?" His question left the doctor remembering the moment when he had been caught with a medical student in his office by Emma, as well as the moment she had used such leverage to her advantage - to get away.
"Vulisanii, Vulisanii," his uncle called him over and without thinking any further he went forth, seeing the 'pain of clinging onto life' within his uncle's blood-red eyes.
"Come Closer Vulisanii." Gummy Bear's eyes sparked, looking at his niece, his late twin brother's child, gave his soul a small ladder of hope and comfort...
"I'm here uncle, I failed you once with Dee Monique, but I promise to exact my my revenge on her,"
"No Vulisanii, focus on finding and bringing Aneni-Anesu over here, I need to see her," the conversation felt terse, and the struggle in his voice was real, "Do that for me for now."
"But why, why is she important? we've been through this Uncle G? Let's just leave her out of this and focus on Dee Monique." He looked to the side of the bed, guilt-tripped for disrespecting his uncle, only to see a pillow with some blood on the floor - which he assumed had been the weapon used for the deadly deed's attempt.
"She's is your...," Gummy Bear's cough interrupted, before he paused and fought for breath. "Aneni-Anesu is your sister, your cousin sister." He closed his eyes to prevent his soul from witnessing his nephew's robust reaction."
Baffled, Vulisanii laughed and faced the ceiling. "If this is your method to stop me from seeing her then try again uncle." He felt a pang of disbelief explode within his chest, as a waterfall of memories of him and her began dropping upon his conscience. From when he'd first kissed her for the very first time after they'd been the very last two to leave the classroom, after a short prep-talk from the Psychology lecturer. A kiss which had felt so right, given the fact that he had finally cracked her emotional passcode after a few months of giving up - only for his uncle to discipline his failure with an ultimatum - to either get her or get out. One which kept him motivated, especially when it rang during the back of his mind during that fundamental smooch between them.
Nevertheless Gummy Bear coughed his nephew's attention back towards him, resurrected him from thought, before continuing: "Her mother and I were once a thing, met her through a friend of mine. The same friend who didn't approve of her," Uncle G blinked a few times and kept speaking slower than he would have liked to think, "yet when I travelled to gain experience on heists and hijacking gigs, I returned home more than two years later - only to discover that such friend of mine had birthed a son with Nomsa." Uncle G's face seemingly replicated the same anger and disappointment he had felt at that very same time.
"I'm still listening, take your time Uncle G, somebody bring him some water, quick!" His tone changed halfway down the sentence before he took his uncle's hand and felt how warmer than usual it was. Before noticing sweat on his uncle's face. Uncle G needed to rest, but he himself needed to hear the end of the story - at least to allow himself to get inner peace.
Gummy Bear drank from the glass, with the help of Vulisanii just before fidgeting a bit and continuing: "I then began chasing her, to spite my friend, then I won her back... And since the gigs were making your father and I money - I managed to get on her good side."
Gummy Bear smiled and the hallucination melted throughout his expression as he shrugged on the bed. "Then, eventually, she and I were romancing on many new levels, from the floor to the bed and even the kitchen counter - until, several weeks later she fell pregnant but dumped me and called the cops on me after finding drugs and guns in my backpack, claiming severe disappointment in me."
"Sweet story actually, not as bad as I thought, but if Aneni-Anesu is that same child, then why nag me intomarrrying her?"
"Obviously, so that her surname could quickly switch back to Mukwevho," he interrupted his nephew. "'Cause after I got arrested I went to prison for a while, but upon returning 7 years later she had grown up, and your father, my beloved twin brother, had unfortunately lost his life - hence I had to start from scratch by stealing 'n' selling cars before establishing my empire as a ruthless loan shark in that town - dealing with everyone who failed to pay back my cash accordingly - the same people who'd played a part in my twin brother's young and unfortunate death."
"And that's how her alleged, false, father ended up loaning money from you before failing to return it?" Vulisanii finished his uncle's sentence to help save his breath, fully quoting from Aneni-Anesu's half-true side of the story.
"Exactly, and to make sure of that I helped him develop a mediocre habit of drinking and gambling - a habit which he soon became addicted to," Gummy Bear brought his tone down and looked deep into his nephew's eyes, with an incredulous expression. "The plan wasn't to make Nomsa hate me, but for her to eventually crawl back into my arms in search of financial refuge and security... Alas she had begun to despise my activities, and rather viewed me as a monster instead of plotting to crawl back into my heart with the art of seduction.
"Slow down Uncle G, slow down, no need to talk fast, calm down, don't let those memories and feelings get to you," Vulisanii struggled, as a seizure befell upon his uncle's soul, leaving his eyes rolling, body shaking - and Vulisanii's heartbeat raging as nurses and doctors rushed in to his rescue... Leaving him in search of revenge on the person who'd left his uncle in hic current state, and also angry at his uncle for pushing and letting him fall dangerously in love with his cousin sister.