Red Lace

Chapter 29

OLAYEMI IBRAHIM

"We'd like to ask you a couple of questions down at the station," The detective says after they have taken my wife's body. I have just gotten off the call with Adelola.

"What for?" I ask him, "Your little minion has already asked me everything he needed to know." I say defensively.

"Mr. Ibrahim, I am just doing my job here. In such cases the spouse is usually a suspect, I mean who knows why you would have her killed," he says and I grab him by the hem of his shirt angrily.

"I would never kill my wife, I loved her!" I yell at him as people pull me off this little prick. They put cuffs on me while my brother pleads they let me go. I don't even bother fighting because clearly, this person has a vendetta against me. I am driven to the police station, they put me inside an interrogation room and then take off the cuffs and walk out. The lead detective walks in and he places a file in front of me.

"Olayemi Ibrahim, we've been looking for you," he says, I shoot him a look.

"With such a thick file, you would think that you have my address somewhere in there," I say resting back on the chair. "Why am I here, what do you want?" I ask him.

"Your name is always popping up in shady places, in odd conversations. I just want to understand why? About 21 years ago, your late wife's father was murdered brutally," he says and I chuckle and cut him off.

"Simon? Point of correction, he was her stepfather. I thought you closed that case years ago?" I say and he shakes his head no.

"I reopening it now that your wife is gone, I have reason to believe that you are responsible for both murders, Why is it that every time you are in Cape Town there's a death connected to you?" He asks and I shrug my shoulder.

"I don't know, maybe I'm the devil. Look detective, you have nothing against me. You are just trying to piece up things that are not even adding up. I suggest you let me go so that I can grieve my wife properly with my children. They need me now more than ever." I say and he closes his file.

"I am not done with my questions Mr. Ibrahim, I will leave you for a few minutes so that you can gather your thoughts properly. Do you need water or coffee? It's going to be a long night." He says.

"Will I need a lawyer?" I ask him and he smiles.

"You have nothing to hide right?"

ADELOLA IBRAHIM

After the phone call with my father informing me of the death of mom I cannot keep up the front, I wail, Yethu pulls me into his arms for comfort and he just holds me brushing my back soothingly. I never would have imagined that at only 18 years old my mother would be declared dead, my sister is not the best mother figure in my life, and my dad? Well, he's him. He could never play mom's role as well as she did, I'm worried he will spiral out of control now that mom is gone. She kept him in check and only she could influence him the right way.

"Hey, 'm sorry," Yethu says comfortingly, even though he is not sure of how to comfort me, and right now the only comfort I seek is sexual. I pull away from him and look up at him. "I'm really sorry about your mom Lola," he says genuinely.

"It hurts Ntando, it physically hurts," I cry out, and he wipes my tears with his thumb.

"I know, I'm sorry Lola," he says and then he kisses my nose. I look into his eyes and he does the same, he smashes his lips into mine and kisses me. It doesn't take long for us to be naked and have him hovering over me left in his briefs.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Yethu asks and I nod.

"I just need to feel something else either than this pain Ntando, take it away, please." I plead and he nods caressing my cheek. He wipes away the tear before smashing his lips onto mine again claiming my mouth as his. Yethu kisses me for dear life as though our lives depend on this kiss, I am very horny right now with just a kiss from this boy! He slips his hand between us and into my panties; I am soaked and ready for him. I don't want foreplay; I need to feel him inside of me.