WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

They sped into the night. And Ferguson still had in his head the two bullets that sank into Nku’s skull; Nku’s last words at gun point; how many more people would die for the software; was Opula real or up to ruin? He had a lot to think for the night. Without putting emotion into consideration he was yet to trust Opula. This was not matter of love and sex. She could put bullet in his skull and run away with the software. Or is she not friend to Nku and the rest? She could even invite the police. She could do anything to have the software. Yes, and he wondered why such thought disturbed him. Maybe it wasn’t safe anymore. Maybe no folk or lover was to be trusted anymore. He thought and brought out a cigar to smoke and calm his nerves.

Azuaka Jnr. and Agu had been worried ever since they visited Nku’s hotel. Bang! Nothing was found. Upon taking the software, Opula was of the idea of taking along Nku’s luggage to create a suspicion that Nku was with them. Ferguson kissed her for the idea. It was a good mask and the best ever; they wouldn’t have them alone to fight also dead Nku. By the time they were done searching for Nku and them they would wear out or be caught by the police.

“Some weeks ago Opula told me about this two weeks shift she was taking for her colleague. It ended two days ago. I wonder why she is yet to return,” Azuaka growled.

“What has she got to do with the Monkeys?” he asked. He too had told Opula virtually all she needed to know about the Monkeys but he wanted to know Azuaka’s input in the heat.

Azuaka sat down, controlling his breath. I – I lost trust in Ferguson so I told her to hire a spy for me.”

“You told her the reason behind it?” he barked. Finally you are as stupid as me, he thought.

“Of course I didn’t. You don’t expect me to be such a silly ass.”

“I have been trying her phone line and it isn’t connecting.”

“We will visit her factory tonight. She is the only one that can keep us track about Ferguson and Nku.”

“So those two punks have run away with the software,” suggested Agu.

“We can’t say for now until we see Opula.”

There wasn’t power light when they left for the factory at night, so they were delighted to add darkness to their disguise. As much as they could say, everyone would be on the lookout for them now; they was ten million dollars for anybody that saw them and in less than one month if they remained at large American government would declare them terrorists. They overheard their neighbor telling another neighbor the other day. Although they almost took it for a rumor, anything was possible at the moment. If they could be searching for Nku and Ferguson then anything was possible. Bang! Even any of them could die the next moment.

“Good evening, madams,” a young man greeted them when they entered the spacious factory. The factory workers were unloading some soap from the truck when they got in. Azuaka did the talking. He had the talent of mimicking a female’s voice.

“Good evening, my brother. How are you?” he asked.

“I am fine, ma. How may we help you? Have you come to buy soap?”

“No my dear we have come to check on one of your staff.”

Agu was staring around, combing around for Opula. The workers unloading the soap were being watched by a pot belly white man. Agu watched closely if Opula would come out by chance. Whatever that stopped her from coming home would stop her from staying at the factory, he thought.

“Her name is Opula.”

“Did you see her,” the young man added frowning heavily. “Where is the bastard? His eyes were filled with rage. “We can’t wait to set eyes on her. We haven’t seen her for five days now. She made away with the company’s two hundred thousand dollars too.”

“That is why we are here,” replied Azuaka.

The young man rushed to the white man supervising the workers unloading the truck. They whispered at ear length before the young man came back to them.

“Are you related to her?” he asked.

Why is he asking that now? He must be up to no good, Azuaka thought before replying. “Never, just like you people, she owes us a huge sum of money. We can’t wait to set our eyes on her too.”

“Ok, you are lucky. If we see any of her relatives we will detain such at the police station until we find her. Can you imagine that pretty girl being a thief?”

Bang! Agu swallowed hard. Fear clouded him. We got to leave here, son of man, he thought.

“Ok, my dear. We got to go. If we see her we will alert you guys. Thank you for your time,” Azuaka said.

Bang!

A police man, armed with a rifle, walked out of the factory at once. He gazed upon them.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Keep bold, Agu,” whispered Azuaka Jnr., the moment they sensed the police man staring at them.

“Heh,” the police man waved them over. “Who are you looking for?” he asked afterwards.

“Remain calm. He won’t recognize us,” whispered Agu. They looked at each other before walking to the police man.

Agu swallowed hard. His heart pounded him to death. They were in for it. This is our end, he thought. We shouldn’t have come here.

I will leap through that fence should we be recognized. I won’t end like this, thought Azuaka Jnr.

“Who are you looking for?” asked the police man when they drifted closer.

Opula, a staff of this factory, she made away with our money,” answered Azuaka Jnr., blinking on end and swallowing hard. The police man kept calm, had a stare at their faces, from the crown of their heads to the sole of their feet.

“You look like my late elder sister. I like you. Can I have your number?” He was referring to Agu.

Ok, sir,” he tried his possible best to feign a female voice. He called out his number, and they disappeared like thunder. Before they got on a bus, Agu threw away his sim card. On the bus they locked hands; never had they believed they would escape that one. They breathed hard.

They kept quiet all through the night wondering about Opula’s where about. The world they wanted to render broke was tumbling right under their nose.

“If Nku, Ferguson and Opula are nowhere to be found at the same time,” Agu said, “It then means they are up to it.”

“How, even Opula?” asked Azuaka, puffing a cloud of smoke and stroking his hair confusedly.

“Yes, it’s what it is.”

“I think she will be in no other place than her home town, Miami.”

“How do you mean?” asked Agu.

“The bitch once told me her hometown is the safest place in the world,” said Azuaka. He stood up and walked to the edge of the bed. He dug his hand underneath the edge of the foam and brought out a locally made pistol.

“When did you get that?”

“That is not the issue now,” replied Azuaka. “We must go after them or die wretched. They are in Miami.” He puffed a cloud of smoke and repeated, “They are in Miami.”

It was late when Opula and Ferguson arrived at her auntie’s house in Miami. Auntie Uju was glad to welcome Opula and Ferguson. It was at dawn that she came knocking on Opula’s door. Bang!

Nobody was safe anymore! Who would survive!