"Argg.." Jackson groaned in pain as he fell down on one knee, a result from getting punched hard in the guts by Marcel...
I could see and almost feel the pain Jackson was passing through as Marcel was assaulting him non-stop. I know Marcel's anger is justified, Jackson was cheating on his sister but that's not enough reason to want to kill the man!
"Please no more. No more. Please..I am sorry," Jackson pleaded with Marcel but the latter wasn't listening to anything the former had to say.
A punch and a kick sent Jackson crashing on the floor and now he was bleeding from his nose, as it was broken from the impact of Marcel's fist.
"Why are you doing this?" Jackson struggled to speak, coughing out blood.
It's almost like speaking has become a very painful exercise. However the expression in his eyes suddenly changed from that of fear to anger and hate.
"She is not even related to you," Jackson said face facing the ground as he was still in a crouched position with both hands touching the ground.
After saying those words he slowly lifted his head up to face Marcel and the expression on his face showed he was ready to kill or be killed.
"I always knew you wanted to fuck my wife. You sick bastard!"
What the F
His words shocked me to the core and I could see it angered Marcel greatly. There was this glow in his eyes that scared me.
Even though Marcel and Jackson's wife Kate ain't related by blood they share a very close relationship pertaining to that of siblings from what I have heard so Jackson's words are not only disrespectful to Marcel but disgusting as well.
If Marcel didn't want to kill him before I was pretty sure he would now.
In the blink of an eye Marcel got hold of Jackson's neck in a choke hold and slammed hard on a building wall.
"Ahhh."
He held him pinned to the wall, suffocating the air in his lungs with Jackson's legs dangled about in the air like a toy.
"You are going to pay for this," Marcel glared at him angrily, compressing his air pipe and rapidly taking his life away.
"Someone stop him! He is killing him."
I tried to rally the passersby and onlookers but no one was willing to intervene, some even bought out their phones to record in excitement.
How sickening
I just couldn't stand and watch a man be killed even though I know there is little to nothing I can do to actually stop Marcel but I still have to try.
"Stop. Marcel, please stop. You're killing him!" I shouted from behind him but he ignored me and continued squeezing the poor man's throat.
I could tell Jackson was on the verge of giving up the ghost. His face had become all pale like a vampire and his struggles had substantially reduced.
My God! He's going to die.
"Stop!!!"
I don't know what motivated me to do what I did next but I ran and jumped on Marcel like I wanted to wrestle him into letting Jackson go, however I quickly found myself on the floor with a degree of pain. Marcel had easily shrugged me off his body without even looking to know who it was.
"Ahh.." I groaned slightly, massaging my back while lying on the ground and I had sustained a few bruises on my arm and legs as well.
When Marcel finally took his eyes to my direction and saw that I was the one he had shrugged off the anger in his eyes softened a bit and he let go of Jackson's neck and the latter collapsed to the ground rather lifeless.
I wasn't in much pain from the fall but the bruises on my body were stingy like I was stung by a bee.
"Ouch." I was busy nursing my wounds when...
I felt a strong arm wrapped around me, startling me a bit however when I saw it was Marcel I became relaxed but only for just a second as my heart started pounding rather loudly and faster as he picked me up from the ground in a bridal style.
He took me into the vehicle and carefully laid me down on the seats.
Why is he being so gentle?
"Aldo, hand me the first aid kit," he said to his driver who did as was told; handing Marcel the first aid kit.
Marcel opened the box up and brought out an antiseptic wipe then he held my legs, positioning it in place to treat it.
His touch on my legs sent a strange shock down my body. The feeling was so good that I started feeling relieved already.
"This will hurt a little," he warned but I wasn't really listening to what he was saying I was just overwhelmed by the feeling of his touches.
How so shameful of me
He nursed my wounds with the treated wipe and I knew it was meant to be painful and maybe it was but honestly I didn't feel any pain and that's because my mind was being distracted by his sweet touch coupled with his good look and intoxicating scent. For a moment there I wish he could kiss me.
After cleaning up my wounds he plastered them up and gave me some tablets.
"This will help relieve the pain," he said and in my mind I was wondering why he was acting like I was hit by a train?
I am fine
I just had little bruises and if anyone needed to be treated and take drugs it would be Jackson who he had beaten up and rendered almost lifeless in the streets.
Sitting up straight. "I am good," I rejected the drugs.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes but I think we shouldn't have left Jackson in the street in that state we could have at least called an ambulance," I said and he frowned.
"He deserves what he got," he said.
"I know you love your sister and you want to defend her but how do you think your sister will feel if she learns that her husband was killed in the streets and that he was killed by you, her brother? Do you know how devastating that would make her feel?" I said and he went quiet for a while.
"He doesn't deserve her," he muttered, stubbornly.
"I know but he is her husband and she loves him. She wouldn't want him dead," I said and he frowned.
Who am I kidding he will never listen to me
"Aldo," he called out to his driver.
"Yes sir."
"Call an ambulance," he ordered and I was shocked and surprised.
Did my words actually get to him??
Gloria had just finished having her bath and she was in the process of creaming her body when she heard the sound of her doorbell ring.
Who could that be?
Still only wearing her towel that extends down her chest to her upper thighs she went to answer the door.
There was a surprised look on her face when she opened the door to find the detective that Mike had hired to look for Ella standing at her door steps.
What is he doing here?
"Good day. Can I come in?" Detective James asked.
"O..Of course. Come on in," Gloria ushered him inside with a smile though inwardly she was not comfortable with his presence.
"So what do I owe the visit? And what may I offer you?" Gloria asked, still wearing a fake smile.
"Don't bother. I don't plan on staying long," he said with a rather serious tone that made Gloria a bit nervous.
"O..kay. So how can I help you then?"
"I just want to tell you I have found the Nigerian prince. Prince Seun.. That's his name right?" the detective said to the shock of Gloria.
Found Prince Seun? That's not possible. I made him up.
Gloria didn't know how to react to the news.
"W..What? Really? You found him? H..How? Where?"
"In Nigeria obviously and you are right he is in custody of Ella," the detective stated leaving Gloria more lost and confused but she had to play along.
"Really? Oh my. That's crazy. Unbelievable really," she said and her head was busy calculating how this was possible.
"We haven't gotten to the unbelievable part yet," he said, causing Gloria's eyes to dilate.
There is still more?
"The Nigerian prince said he got help in abducting and trafficking Miss Ella away from the US to Nigeria. He said you helped him abduct your friend," he said and her heart sank.
"What?!"
"Yes. He provided the evidence. Transactions between him to you worth 200000 US dollars," Detective James said leaving Gloria disoriented.
"That's not true," she quivered.
"I have got lots of evidence to lock you up for the kidnapping and trafficking of your friend Ella and all the evidence is here given to me by the Nigerian prince," He said, showing Gloria his phone but she kept shaking her head.
"That's not true.. that's not true.." she kept repeating.
"You are going to jail Miss Gloria. You will be locked up for a long, long time.." the detective kept taunting and tormenting her with his words.
"No...no...no.." Gloria was losing it.
"Yes you are going to jail for a long time. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't believe all this evidence from the Nigerian prince.." the detective taunted her further until he broke Gloria completely..
"Because he isn't real!" She screamed.
"What do you mean he isn't real?" He asked softly.
"He isn't real. There is no Nigerian prince. I made him up. I made everything all up!" she said frustratedly and the detective smiled.
"Of course I know that and now I have gotten it on tape," he said to the shock of Gloria.
"You were recording me?" n