A man hagardly dressed in a track suit with a pistol in his hands, walked down a long verander, whilsts in greeting as he walked past numerous guards standing in different corners. He finally stoped by a door, signaled to the guard infront to let him in. The guard adjusts from the doorway and spoke with a deep frightning tone,
"Jeron" drawing his attention,
"I think some of the girls are pregnant".
Jeron's facial expression changed and he replied,
"which one?", Jeron trying to suppress his anger, the guard on sensing his reaction tries to speak but Jeron shushes him, "you had only very simple task to do here "to guard this room, and make sure nobody in there gets pregnant. But look what's happening now." the guard avoids Jeron's eyes. Jeron snapped at another guard at a corner,
"send for the doctor, tell him we need an emergency abortion and ehm.....just just tell him to show up now." To the guard incharge, "now open this door'. The guard opened the door and followed Jeron into the room.
The room was filled with many girls within the age range of 12 to 17, they all trembled in fear as jeron walked in. they were all in heavy makeup and dressed in revealing outfit.
One of the girls sobbed so loud, drawing Jeron's attention, He walked to her as other girls shift away in fear. He grabbed her roughly by the chin to bring her face to his and she struggles to lose free. Her makeup already ruined by tears. He barks at the girl,
"I told you can cry whenever you want to, all day all night I would never care but never on duty" and in a louder tone,
"Or when you have your make up on, dont you get it". he pushed her away, she hits her head on the wall as she fell. Jeron yells out louder, "Makeup is expensive, you dont make money to waste". He then turned to the other girls as they all panicked in fear. Jeron walked close to the girl he pushed to the floor, kicks her by the leg and says "get up", Kicks again. "i say stand up". The guard spoke from behind, "Her sobbing has seized, I think she fainted". Jeron hisses and screams in anger. To the guard,
"get her to consciousness, and call the makeup artist, she has work to do tonight". The guard nods, then walks to the girl on the floor, lifted her to his shoulder and carried her out of the room. Jeron waved his hand to the girls in the room and yells, "Rest of you all march to the hall now, Quickly" clapping his hands for them to hurry. The girls rush out of the room in fears as instructed.
The Club was unusually crowded that evening, Nero could notice as he entered. The environment smells of substance he couldn't tell, different activities including strippers dancing erotically and some group of people surrounding them, cheering them and spraying money on them. Some were half drunk. The music volume was at the loudest, that one could barely hear the next person.
Nero headed to his favourite spot on the VIP section. He finished late from work so he drove directly from the office. He wore a red suit, he had only managed to take off his ties in the car. He met with some group of friends at the club so he stopped to greet them on their tables.
Paulson came into the club, dragging his wife; Naomi; in gentily. Its been months they came to club ever since Naomi conceived. So today, they decided to have fun leaving their baby with his grand mother. This was their first time in this particular club house. Paulson says; as he tries to compete with the loud music; they pause to observe the club, "are you thinking the same thing". Naomi smiles, bringing her mouth to his ears, "this place is nothing like we heard, except for strippers", Paulson responds bringing his face to meet Naomi's, "do you like it in here, we can go somewhere else, I don't mind though". Naomi replies, "No let's stay its fine ok". Paulson nods and speaks finally, " let's go to the VIP section". Pecks her on the lips, they both smiled on each other's faces, then starts going to the VIP.
As they settled at an isolated spot with less people at the VIP, Paulson noticed he had left his wallet in the car and had gone to get it leaving Naomi all by herself.
Nero was greeting all the familiar faces he could see in the club and as he passed by, he saw Naomi sitted beautiful on a couch at a corner, he had found her very attractive and so he approached her. The waiter had come with Naomi's order; a bottle of wine and two glasses; placed it on the table and left.
"Hello beautiful" Nero said on arrival in a considerable high tone in other to beat with the loud music at the background. Naomi looked up to see a well built handsome man with a nice physique, not moved by his charming appearance because she loved her husband alot.
"Hi" putting up a mean face to scarce him away, she knew he was there to flirt with her and she had no patience for such. Nero smiled more thinking she was one of those women that play hard to get. He sure knows how to lure any kind of woman to himself. He has mastered the tricks.
"Ah, you are cute with those straight face, I can only imagine your beauty when you smile", putting up a seductive gestures, before he could say another word, Naomi flashed her fingers his face displaying her wedding ring. At that point Nero felt stupid and defeat. And in a humorous manner he said to her.
"I didn't know pretty ladies now marry hunter, my goodness what kind of a trap is this". Naomi laughed at his words and funny gestures as she drops her hand, "Oh I better be going before I get hit by some piece of muscles like I'm really sorry". Paulson had entered without them knowing, incited at the sight of a man flirting with his wife in fury.
"Get the fuck at of here". They both turned in surprise to see him.
"Honey it's fine nothing his going on. You need to chill" Naomi tried to ease the situation on sensing her husband's anger. She knew how impetuous he is.
"Sorry I was about leaving" Nero was apologetic and was leaving when Paulson dropped again.
"Yes get out you gaud".
Nero got incited by those words, he turned, looked at Naomi who was already feeling unease and said, "that's it, this is the fool that put those rings on your finger". Paulson now triggered. Naomi frowned at him and said
"Don't disrespect my husband. Please just go", Before she could finish, Paulson impetuously picked up the bottle of wine of the table and broke it on Nero's head. Naomi screamed loud drawing everyone's attention. Nero had collapsed at the couch and bouncers started running to the scene to handle the situation.
Nero gentily opened his eyes, trying to fight with the luminous intensity of the bulb on the ceiling. He tried to turn over to his side to get relaxation but he got restrained.
"No stay still. You are on drip". He looked down to a nurse holding him back, that was when he realized he was in a hospital.
"How long have I been out" he asked, feeling a sharp pain on his head, he whimpers.
"Sorry sir, you got here around 11pm last night. It is 8 O'clock in the morning". The nurse replied.
Nero exhales and touched his head, at the spot he felt intense pain.
"You have bandage on sir, you are bleeding".
"Am I?" Nero said sarcastically. He then tried to wrap his head around the incident that happened the previous night. The last thing he could remember was Naomi's face. He wished he was at alert so to have dodged the strike, he regretted going to the club instead of going home. Just as his thoughts sporadically his uncle walked in.
Dr Ovie is a medical consultant and also the owner of the hospital. He is in his early 50s but had so possessed so much charisma for someone in his age. His intriguing appearance and fascinating sense of fashion. Curvy afro hair and perfectly carved beards were His signature look. This got many women even his nurses throwing themselves at him and he and he never missed any opportunity to lay them.
"Thank God you are awake boy" he said as he walked in. The nurse excused herself and left.
"Good morning uncle" Nero said, a thought came in his head as Dr Ovie can standing by side, with a frown "How did I end up in your hospital?" He queried.
Dr Ovie replied sarcastically "In an ambulance".
"No I mean to say the club I got hit is far from here and there are many hospitals closer"
"Yea, I asked you be transferred here" Ovie responded as he checked Nero's temperature. "Ejiro just left an hour ago" Nero hissed at the the mention of his father's name as Ovie continues "I just hope you have better explanations for choosing a wreckers life".
Nero throws a glance at Ovie and said "pot and kettle" Dr Ovie laughs "uncle can you count how many times we ran into each other in a club".
Ovie replies "atleast I made up my mind to live a bachelor and I can bet you dont".
After a minute of silence Nero asked
"what happened to the man that did this to me?".
Ovie replies "you know your father. He got him arrested and I bet that man will be released in no sooner time. And the irony is that he is a Police officer" Nero expressed surprise
"A what?" he asked
Ovie smiles and nods "yea I know. It's really messed up for him".
Ovie kept him company for a little longer and left to attend to other patients. He had examined Nero and had signed for scanning to make sure there was no internal injury before discharging him the next day.