Wakey wakey. Are you ready for some more?I bet you are,"Kimm said in her red ligerie walking into the room with a mug of expresso in hand, before she sipped it and sooothed her tongue's thirst for caffeine.
"OH Kimm," He said, his expression somewhat busy pulling his eyes and cheeks together . "We must have drunk too much."
"No lovey, You! Are the one who drank too much, I just helped you to it." She danced smilingly as she witnessed his realization to the handcuffs which pinned his arms to the headboard. "Don't fight it, just let me feed you this coffee as token of my appreciation."
"Why am I being cuffed like this, I'm not a fan of roleplay Kimmy - so where's the key." He fidgetted a bit, heard a small sound before shortly seeing the keys on his left, wrenching his soul in temptation.
"I'll be the detective and you''ll be the..., what may I call it?" She rolled her eyes and brought her fingers to her chin. "Let's just say the victim."
"Mastermind laughed and turned his attention to the tv instead, where he saw an episode of NCIS playing shortly before Kimm switched it off. "Hebana! That's my TV I wanna watch."
"And this is my game. I want to play!" She giggled, lifting her cheeks to bring her freckles together. "Though do you prefer a whip or a belt?"
"Now I'm really done. I just want these cuffs off me - FYI these are the things we should have engaged in whilst we were drunk." He throught back to the previous night, a few suspicious moments after he had recieved a call from Dee Monique and left Kimm JM really anxious about it. Until they both decided to play a confession game - which only led to a game of Truth or Dare, accompanied by some whisky shots and some drunks kisses.
"But you haven't told me what I want to hear yet, or am I lying?" Kimm Jayde Maxworth smiled and came closer to the bed, flexing the black belt she'd found from his closet, which was just next to the closed curtains - which she's recently pushed aside to get that look from the 3rd floor of that apartment of Mastermind.
"Quite frankly, I dont even know where she is - I didn't answer the phone. Remember?" His smile parted with his lips, discomfort visiting him especially when he saw the psycho look in her eyes. "Oww, that was sore, but I kind of liked liked." His belt had left its mark on his chest.
"Since stripping for you wasn't enough to suck the information out... Maybe this belt and a combination of tickles will do the trick." Looking away, she lifted her leg and stepped on the bed before slidind it up his right leg.
"Kimm, If I knew I would tell you, like put yourself in my shoes."
"You mean on my bed, eating my food, entertained by my striptease - yet you can't tell me a few words." She parked her feet between his thighs and moved it foward a bit. Kimm JM wanted to laugh, but she withheld her humour glands and focused on finally acting out the interrogation scene she had seen from one of her favourite series.
Of all the woman Mastermind had come across, his altar ego had never met a twisted girl like Kimm. One minute she's drunk, next minute she's induging in roleplay, like what had happened to the journalist inside her? He finalled pouted and squeezed out a breath as her foot reached its intended destination - to his dubious pleasure of course. "Ok pause, everything you just said is very much mine, and Kimm never really kept me in the loop, after she caught after that failed midnight hijack - she simply made me her errands boy in exchange for my freedom - she never really kept me in the loop."
"Oh, so calling you when I am at your apartment is just a mere coincedence?" Kimm pushed further and left his giggles soaked in light squeals, "I want nothing but the truth Mastermind, she's calling you because she trusts you - you two were always together at the JWB compounds.
"I met her through organizing and executing Gummy Bear's heists - she would help me plan them. Unknowingly to me she was helping me set the perfect trap for myself - before using that against me - to work against Gummy Bear."
"Good. You worked for her against Gummy Bear, to avoid prison." She stopped pressing against his baby-moulding spheres when she saw the heat of her pressure getting to his eyes. "Hence you will gladly help me get to her, but first I've got to visit Aneni-Anesu."
In that moment Mastermind expected her to laugh and paint the situation with brushstrokes of humour, but she giggled and placed her hand on him as she reached for the key. He wasn't sure whether she was just being playful or experiencing symptoms of double personality disorder. She had changed from when he'd first met her - and he just couldn't get enough of her surprises. Her behaviour was constantly shedding skin - for the better, but for the worst.
Revealing the black e-collar inside it
"I'll take your silence as a yes, and to ensure you co-operate - I got a gift best fitting for your neck - I think you'll love it - it's astonishingly mind blowing. "Her voice was disturbingly before she tiptoed to the closet. "Now my coffee is warm, look at what you did Mastermind." She turned around and tip-toed towards him, rubbing her nails against each other, before walking past him and reaching for the draw beside the bed. Before unwrapping it and opening the white box inside it..
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By the 10th hour of that Tuesday Morning, Genna sat home, still angry about the wedding she'd planned. A wedding she'd planned to do in her garden - before receiving a tip off of Dumisanii' plans to ruin Genna's - shortly before leaving her wedding-turned-party house celebration and rushing to stop Dumisanii. only to get her and find Anathii amongst the chaos.
Like what had she done to deserve that? Hadn't she planned him the perfect surprise? She was too ashamed to even go to campus -her majestic surname was all over the news, for all the wrong reasons - Dumisanii's wedding hijack and cake-poisoning blames. She placed her textbooks down and stood to go take a swim. As much as she wanted to go shopping she just coudn't afford to be spotted by the nosy journalists which flaunted the city.
She got up and walked away from the cream leather couched which sat on the pink carpet of the smaller lounge of house. A small lounge which had transparent walls that showed her the lawn running towards the pool not so far away from the hedge which provided her and her friends with all the privacy they need. As she walked along the transparent walls, she began remembering her mother's words and point of view on the matter.
How her mother hadn't sounded surprised at all by Anathii's betrayal, yet she'd blamed him for Dumisanii's behaviour. Even blaming him for ruining her plans regarding Dumisanii and Zanele...
"Even though I may be too busy this side to do much about the matter, I supposed you could," Her mother, Lindiwe Gumede, had laughed in a silly manner over the phone. "As you've seen that Dumisanii's name is in a pit of shame - and might pull the company along with him."
"I don't like where this is going Ma, let's maybe talk tomorrow morning when I'm freshly out of the shower," Genna had said.
"No Genna I won't have time, South Korea has been wonderful, I'll fly back next Thursday though... But for now I need you to prove to me that you have what it takes to step up for the Gumede's, if not for the HoG.
"Mom, Anathii's just hurt me, dad's in prison, you're away and Dumisanii is..."
"He is not going to prison - your father and I have made sure of that," Lindiwe Gumede had paused for a second as though to gather enough courage for the words she were about to spill. "But If he were to go - what exactly would you do to the person responsible."
"Where exactly are you going with this mom?" Genna had asked whilst laying in bed feeling the weight imposed on her by her mother's words. An mass of anxiety; she knew her mother would soon ask something big of her.
"I badly wanted you to get marry him and join me here in Korea for the honeymoon, just as I wanted Dumisanii and Zanele to do... Instead, your prince charming ruined everything my baby." Lindiwe's tone had changed thrice during the course of that statement. "Make me proud and help me soothe this little distress of mine.
"But I've already forgiven him mom, the side of him I fell in love with is the side that I'll marry...
Soon enough that is."
"Put emotions aside my baby girl, and hurt him where it pains the most - after which you can then provide him with all the comforting he need." Genna's mother's statement had sparked an idea, "I've got to go, but will speak again in 24 hours, and I'll need progress by then."
All those thougts faded away as soon as her made barged into her private space, unexpectedly. "Not now Nomsa, I'm busy." She'd snapped back before quickily remembering that Nomsa, Anathii's mother, no longer worked for her. The same Nomsa whom she partly blamed for
Anathii's behaviour.
"Should I tell him to go away?" said the new maid, who clearly lacked Nomsa's joyous smile - one which always reminded Genna of Anathii whenever he weren't around.
"No don't, I want to see him," she walked away from the view of her immediate outside, past her couch, her study group desk, and past her curved 80 inch which provided the perfect 8 lady cinema for herself and several besties.
Walking behind her maid's invisible footprints she walked past the main lounge - whose furniture her mother liked to change every Christmas Eve. Yet as they reached the front door, her eyes on her new maid's wigglt buttocks - to distract her mind from the person she wishfully anticipated to see. She couldn't look no more and excitedly threw herself to the door. where she saw someone with a ginger beared and scruffy hair which smelt strongly of hair conditioner, wearing a grey, tiger print baseball jacket... Alongside a grey codraw and black Balenciagas whilst holding a blue wrapped gift in hand.
"Hi, this is for you," the dude infront of her - whom she deemed older than her but younger than Dumisanii - smiled and bowed his head forward; a gesture which Anathii had only shown to her 8 times during the course of their relationship.
"Oh! but why?" Genna rolled her eyes to the lovely dissapointment. Her heart badly wanted to see A.
"Was at your backyard party on Sunday, and you made my Easter, so I wanted to say thanks." He placed a hand on her shoulder and offered her the gift - exactly as Gummy Bear had instructed just outside the prison gates seconds before he'd left - though Gummy Bear hadn't mentionied him touching her.
"Sure thing," she'd said before taking it and assessing it. "Daaaad!" Genna murmured after seeing her father's signature at the back. "I knew you were lying, I know exactly whom I sent my invites to."
"Thought I'd be lucky enough to get an acquaintanceship hug," Darren laughed, running his dirty eyes on KG's daughter - a princess from the sky. "But yeah, I run some errands for your father."
"Wooooo! In that case do you want to come inside?" Her question left the new maid's eyebrow waving some red flags at her, while the dude himself dramatically quivered his lips.
"Only if you've got a board of monopoly! Then sure case, Genna."
"I've got tha hug you wanted, some snacks and enough cash to buy you 12 more Balenciaga sneakers." She ran her tongue agaisnt her upper teeth, finally releaved that her mother wouldn't be dissapointed in her after all.
"Let's do it then," he said as she opened up her embrace, presenting him with the opportunity to break KG's rule regarding his lovely daughter. But KG himself had not thought of him when he'd done his deed with Genna. Despite the fact that KG had brought him out of prison - Darren was now eager to get to know Genna. Regardless of the maid who recorded him with owl eyes as he embraced Genna with every bit of his soul. "I've got a lot of time in my emotional plate."
"How cheesy? You deserve some Dorito's." Genna looked to the falsely smiling maid. "Bring us some, we've got some business to discuss."
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Meanwhile Vulisanii, held a gun on his lap as the gate slid open, before he walked into the lion's den - the Rosebank palace - and it lived up to his expectations - judging by how the butterflies had seemingly doubled. An observation which reassured him that the rumour might actually be true. But first he would have to get in and get out unharmed, and his uncle's bulletproof car guaranteed him the first half of that.
He drove into the palace's driveway, before seeing a butterfly waving at him, awakening his guard. Vulisanii knew very well that these guards could not be trusted, they'd been the same ones who'd lured him into the false Journalism Without Borders HQ premises - for Dee Monique's trap. He weren't even sure were she were, but he had shot her - unless she'd also organized this little meeting. Dee Monique could have been wearing a bulletproof for all he knew, though that wouldn't have been enough to break her from the fall he witnessed. A fall which summarized his last moments of her.
Nevertheless, he stopped the car and through his little insecurities to the back of his mind, just as he through his gun to the back seat of the car, before opening it and stepping out of the car and walking to the butterfly. There was something different about her though, as well as the other two who walked past him and complimented his car. Dee Monique's influence on them had now vanished they were no longer dressed in purple - he favourite colour, - but rather in scarlet cropped jackets, light cream polo necks, and beige slecks which stretched to their ankle without touching their high heels. And of of them had scarlet nailpolish, for both toes and hands.
"Change is inevitable isn't it? You can look all you want Vulisanii, but for now come this way!" She walked up the two porcelain and past the pillars standing at the corners of that front entrance's wide verander. "Sir Riley Rosebank and Lady Roselyn Rosebank are expecting you."
"This best not be some ambush," he smiled at the two butterflies at the side of the entrance and was happy to see them smile, "wow, your butterflies are smiling back, I like this change."
"Roses, not butterflies, Lady Roselyn's orders... Roses!" she looked at him and smiled in a silly manner, just before he gestured to excuse himself as he saw a call - from his homeroom lecturer - Ms Anne De Waal.
He brought his phone to his ear: Uhm ma'am, I didn't really have time to do the assignments... But make me pass and I'll gift you a new Mercedes." He walked back and forth as she'd scolded from the other end of the line. Anne De Waal was more than a teacher to him, he'd helped to stop her from getting fired and she regularly helped him stay focused in class. "I'm dead serious ma'am, it's the least I can do to thank you for your motherly love."
He felt bad for tempting her to go against her moral code, but business had no morals, aside from the fact that he'd wanted to impress the Rose which had taken him in. Same Rose which he soon saw standing by a door in the middle of the 5m wide passage which had pictures and paintings of Mr Rosebank, alongside varous plaques and citations of Jornalism Without Borders. All which soon left him wondering as to how such an Iconic figure in Journalism had ended up meeting a Beatifully Deceitful detective.
Yet such thoughts faded when he bumped into the main Rose he'd met, as she led him into a room, before he saw a young dude playing Grand Theft Auto on the left side of the white room, while on the left A girl peered up to him with her thin specs, through the gaps of the 5 monitors which stood on her pink designer desk, before she stood up and came to him, wearing a light cream polo neck and a beige slecks.
"I am Sir Riley, and this is my twin sister, Lady Roselyn," The young dude too paused his game and came to him, wearing a cream Adidas tracksuit, black socks and white Adidas flip flop." Vulisanii assessed them both, they were probably around 178cm tall, and both of them had brown freckles which complimented their pale skintones. "Reason we called you over is... I'm sure you've heard the news by now but Kimm took some shares from my father and managed to escape..."
"After she'd she'd shot him, so badly that he needed amputation," young Sir Riley's statement was interrupted by his sister, who clearly had tears welling in her eyes, before she sniffled and smiled in professional courtesy. For her father had told her never to cry infront of business associates - since those tears could be taken for weakness - a lesson which she could now attest to.
"I swear I will kill her with my bare hands, but then again, I'm new to this - and news has it that you shot Dee Monique." young Sir Riley placed his hands on his sister's shoulder. "Hence I need you to kill her too."
"No, that wouldn't be soothing to my heart at all," argued young Lady Roselyn as she crushed the sympathy within her hand, "Just retrieve the contract she has before my father's shares are
transferred - his signature is there, and these high courts are easy to bribe."
"We basically need that contract away from her - after which my sister and I will hunt her down, shooting everything near her." He turned back to his gaming station - clearly his aggressive source of violent inspiration. "In return we'll give you 12 of sportscars which my Roses stole for Dee Monique at the wedding."
"With their trackers removed, new paintjobs and various makeovers - they should be easy to move in the black market," she adjusted her specs, emphasizing her analytical and technical intellectual prowess. "Would have sent Roses after her, but the odds of catching her wouldn't be that high - tactically we aren't as experinced yet."
"Isn't that part of their job, getting hurt on the job - pretty or not they are still soldiers," Vulisanii adressed, after witnessing how fondly she spoke of them, "giving them new outfits does not make them your dolls or daughter Lady Roselyn."
"Told her that - she sees them as real life baby dolls - rather than the same bodyguards which let dad get hurt." young Sir Riley stretched his arms and walked backwards to lean agaisnt the green sofa he'd been gaming in. "Perhaps you could teach her a thing or two about effectively utilising bodyguards."
"More like he should teach you about guns and true crime - not these video games." young Lady Roselyn sounded like his mother. "Plus whilst I run the JWB side of things you'll be dealing with the dark side of dad's business."
"Why not, you two amuse me... I'll help you get your hands dirty and you'll help me get my family name clean," Vulisanii laughed much like his favourite Naruto character - Obito Uchiha. "We'll start our own association, mutually benefial to all its members - as soon as I'm done with Kimm - but for now I'll take my cars first - just in case your father is behind your motive
"Half now, and the other upon finishing the job," young Lady Roselyn said, and walked between space that seperated her side of the office from her brother's, walking towards the family large family portrait whose decorative style Vulisanii finally understood, upon realizing that it was upside down.
"Perhaps you should start condering the job finished already, I'm Vulisanii Mukwevho, either my boys fetch them all right now or there's no deal..." His words left him faced with four unhappy, grey eyes.
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Meanwhile at Zanele's house
"You should have died, stay away from her, she's not your daugher," Anathii could remember his aunt yelling at the doc, with clenched teeth and an expression consumed with anger and hatred. "How can I Emma, am I not her father?" Words which had left Anathii in shock as the doc further stepped towards Aunt Emma, before Anathii had surprised Gummy Bear with a punch - one which had only left him laughing and encouraging Anathii to accept the truth sooner than later.
Yet as now Anathii walked into the house, from the backyard's family photoshoot, Anathii still hadn't encompassed the truth of that man's words. He also questioned the odds of him being his father too - but before he could get the answer - he heard an arguement emerging from behind...
"Amanda dear, AMANDA MANDALAY"S has undergone a lot of changes, and even policy updates," Darwin was clearly running his mouth, but Anathii didn't bother to look. "You can't come out of the blue and make demands."
"Darwin darling," Amanda laughed, "with Mandla out of his head,and my daughter undergoing investigation - I couldn't think of anyone else to continue my legacy." Her words pulled Anathii's heart and he secretly agreed - not wanting to get involved.
"Mom, we both know I'm innocent, but I'll glad step down anyways - wouldn't wanna stand in the way of your plans," Zanele Mandalay's words were followed by loud slap - which left Anathii gritting his teeth. "I hated Darwin, and wished for your return, but now looking at you both makes me sick."
"Perhaps we should all sit down and talk about this, like a family."
"I agree with Darwin, but apologies for my departure Zee, you're father left me weak - but I'm now back." She coughed a little and maybe even looked at Darwin. "Stronger than ever."
"How ironic for my stepdad and mother to say that - just don't kill each other whilst I'm on my honeymoon," Zanele walked away from their false alliance and Anathii could hear her steps getting louder before she ran a hand on his shoulders.
"You okay?" He turned to her and braced her lips with hers, his fingers on her chin. 'that was a little heated though."
"How can it not? Darwin broke my parents' marriage, and mother left me for a whole 10 years without saying goodbye," the pain brought a heat onto her cheeks and he attempted to erase it with his thumb.
Minutes later they were in a jacuzzi, and as they braced each other whilst feeding each other mint flavoured milktart, he finally managed to get something off his chest: "Zanele honey, you should cherish your mother though! My mother-in-law means well. Anathii smiled and opened his mouth to an incoming fork.
"I honestly do, though seeing her now makes me feel like my love and memories of her were washed away in tears - as I cried constantly for her return - untiil 1 day I just gave up and accepted a daunting truth. That she was never coming back."
"Don't cry my love,"he hugged her even tighter in the midst of those bubbles, "I'm here for you."
"Yep," she sniffed lightly, "that's why we're going on a honeymoon - we'll leave in two days,"
"I can't, leave my mother and sister, plus I'm awaiting the tests results," Anathii stopped caressing her hips beneath the bubbles. "i told you this yesterday Zee.
"But I need a break from my mom, and all this chaos that my wedding deaths caused, I'm a public figure - and this is stressing me out." She came closer again and ran her nails down his chest. "We are married now, we'll be starting our family soon, hence you can't keep selfishly letting your family hold you back."
"Babes, don't be inconsiderate, this is my mother and sister - whom i'm considering giving my lung and blood." Those words hung in the midst of his mind even after he had finished speaking.
"And if something goes wrong then what, how would I enjoy the honeymoon without you?" Zanele gave him puppy dog eyes, "I object, rather let me find them the perfect donor, or fast forward the donor finding process."
Anathii delayed his response, not wanting to continue that inconsiderate arguement. Fully knowing that with her newly found, little discontentment towards her mother, she would understand his position. He watched her running her mouth and he just couldn't help wonder what exactly she was trying to imply. Until he heard:
"...Period, I married you and all of you Anathii, I wouldn't be able to cope, knowing you organically short." she lowered her torso and even bubbles into the bubbles, "We've got a long life ahead of us."
"A lot of people 've done it, so what?"
"I don't want any limitations to us as a couple, either you are with me or you're not? So are you coming to the honeymoon or not?" Her wet hair framed her straightened face, and she slightly faced up to him and left him sizzling in bubbles of her lofty leer.
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Meanwhile at the Gumede Palace, Genna finally sat and opened the envelope Darren had given her, and saw several letters from her father - though their were two cards from Darren himself
two cards with small poems
. And as she opened up to read them she was suddenly vocally
interrupted.
"I hear you had a guy in here, why?" Genna traced the source of the voice and saw her brother standing near her 8 lady cinema, just before he sat on the very top of that sofa.
"Didn't know the new maid was a snitch, but he's my..., business associate?" She stood, without dropping the cards, and gave him a relentless look, her yellow bomber jackect dropped around her elbows. "Mom asked me to do a little something."
"Strange, she always asks me, why you all of a sudden?" His question laid trail for his disbelieving eyes. "If you're trying to move on from Anathii, just say so, you don't need to lie Genna." He folded his arms and came closer, ignoring his ringing phone. "Whatever mom asked of you, let me handle it... Now tell me."
Genna laughed, finally smelling the sweetness of envy from the same brother who'd now dropped down their mother's grace list yet still had the audacity to question her moves - worse yet undermine her. "You don't have to worry about it; and even though I kind of dig Darren, I'll keep him on my business list atleast for now."
Dumisanii laughed at her, whilst looking at the phone sending vibrations into his palms and left a small, satisfied smile crawling onto his lips. "Dad would have wanted his little angel to stay pure and make it to the heavens."
"Is that so Dumisanii?" she met his eyes, and gaze-rumbled with him - though his tone had already unravelled the knot of nolstagia she'd last felt several years ago, on the morning her father was ambushed by Divvy Jaars and Dee Monique and a group of cops. A moment in which he'd pulled her into his embrace and whisphered: "you'll aways be my little angel, hopefully forever," just before he'd wiped the tears off her cheeks, turned around and walked into the handcuffs - leaving more of her fresh tears unwiped as he were taken into the poolice van.
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Meanwhile Divvy Jaars sat at home, by his desk, eating pudding whilst looking at the pictures of Dee Monique which he looked at on a daily basis - commanding Siri to call Dumisanii again though he wasn't answering. It was then he was informed of an Incoming call from Yonella.
"Everything's sorted now detective, It's about time I leaked those files - I've decided." She sounded sappy over the phone, at least Aneni-Anesu will wake up to a cleaner, less-corrupt world."
"No Yonella, wait - Dumisanii is onto us, plus his father will know it's you." Divvy Jaars was stilli clinging onto Dee Monique - scared to expose his beloved former partner. Plus Dumisanii had promised to help him catch Vulisanii - after which Divvy Jaars would then leak the files. He saw it as the perfect opportunity to catch two criminals in one day.
"Even if I die, at least the truth would have come out and this city's citizens' eyes will be woke." She soundly adjusted her vocal volume, but her tone remained glued to the determination.
"Let's meet first, tell me where you are, there's something I want to tell you..." He urged her.
"Give me one good reason first, or these files will take the internet by storm," Her threat left his eyebrows furrowed anxiously and his fingertips banging against the desk, as an unknown answer rushed up his vocal cords.