67: GALVANISED!

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KANO STATE, NIGERIA.

Amirah read the message out loud to Imad who listened attentively while checking the mirror to see whether the guards are following him. He cannot risk Amirah and Najla's safety, he can handle himself but not them. Whoever this person is, they are targeting his wife and won't hesitate to take his daughter if they could. Something is iffy and he'd be damned if he doesn't end this before it gets out of hand. He still hasn't enjoyed being back with Amirah and things are just ricocheting!

The place is actually in Kano and the opulence side of it so Imad drove quietly while thinking about who this person is. How could they message Amirah but their number cannot be traced? This person know what he or she is doing and they are trying to make him go inane. What do they want? Why didn't this secret admirer talk to him and result to kidnapping Amirah's people? The media just released those photos few hours ago and this person wouldn't have done that in those few hours.

His phone rang from the cup holder inside the car, it awoke Najla again from her slumber but she went right back which indicates just how sleepy she is. She was supposed to stay back in the chamber and sleep in her new nursery but this crazy bitch won't permit them to have that little peace. He shook his head, taking the phone from the cupholder, his left hand still on the steering wheel and his right one answered the call from Jabir hoping miracle happened.

"Where are you right now?" Jabir asked with no pleasantries, Imad knew this is not good news too. What else is going to be more crazier than him having an obsessive secret aficionado?

"I'm on my way to see who this person is. She just messaged us the address and I'm heading there. Where are you and have you found out who this person is? It might be some old rival using a woman against me." That thought only popped then but it makes sense to him after he's said it. He should've told his father about it but then, he knew the man knows everything.

Jabir sighed from the other end, pinching the bridge of his nose. He's been searching all around for places he knew this girl will be but she seems smarter than him. She is astutely working under the box, not at all permitting him entrance. He covet she doesn't do something she'd regret, he cannot have that. He loves her damn it!

That's alright because she's betrayed him and he is going to make sure she pays dearly for it. He is Jabir Usman Talba, he'd be damned if she slips off his hand. He's warned her against doing this but she wouldn't hear, even using his own feeling at stake. Really? She will see the wicked side of him today, he vowed. Her secret will be blown, she messed with the wrong person and even his feelings for her are about to get annihilated from the face of earth.

He feels nothing for her but contempt!

"Can you forward me the address too? I need to be there just in case and get police back up." He instead requested, not bothering to speak his thoughts out loud and worry Imad unnecessarily.

Imad hung up the phone and gave Amirah his phone to text Jabir the address and she did so with shaky hands. She is praying underneath her breath with all the supplication she knows, her chest thudding loudly. She is pushing back the tears from rushing down her cheeks because the minute she starts again, she won't be able to annihilate it. That will make her weak in front of whoever this person is that is trying to break her into pieces. As if she's hasn't been through enough already.

Imad drove straight to the burnt shopping mall that hadn't been visited by civilians for over a decade. The place is abandoned, no one wants to be there because of how haunted it looks and the people the fire killed is incubus. The bile rose from his throat, remembering the news about those horrendous deaths that took place. Everyone knows about the thirty three people this place had killed and will forever make this place sound like some grotto for a sadist willing to quell everyone.

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