"Lorna Maseko," I tried to pronounce the name that was typed in bold under the beautiful picture of the girl who had shaken my world so unexpectedly. Her name was a mouthful but it suited her. It was the perfect name for such an innocent soul. Her name should be written across stars, in the oceans and should be uttered from every worshippers name, nonetheless from mines. If I heard about her name from any catholic church I'd be glad to be there for Sunday service.
"She's in grade 11 in Girls High. One of the best students in her class, hmm." It wasn't hard finding this beautiful young lady. When I saw her for the first time, when she unfortunately seen me punishing a close friend that decided to betray me by stealing money from my dealings. A pathetic man indeed that deserved whatever I done to him. I wanted to torture him much longer but when she stepped into the alley and I got the chance to see her, she clouded my vision and made me do what I hadn't wished to do, kill him.
It took me 2 hours to find her. It was amusing to Louis, my best friend,when I came from my nightly endeavors and asked for background checks of every young black lady within this town. I thought I would've forgotten her after I've seen her but my attempts of removing her while sleeping with another was futile. Jessica, a blonde beauty with a body of a vixen, as was explained by Loius hadn't satisfied me as much as those few moments when we were close, where I could smell her floral perfume and can hear her soft pants from her fear. It was extremely beautiful, breathtaking even and I wanted to have her.
I sighed when I heard the loud stomps and shouts from my father who had just been told of the broadcasting of the murder. I placed the bundles of pages of every family member of hers and closed my eyes when he opened the door harshly and stormed in. "What the fuck am I seeing, Frikkie?"
I opened my eyes when I heard the loud bang on my table and looked at the man who was seething from the news. "Come to my office with a little bit more respect," I reprimanded then turned towards the newspapers that had the murder case as the front-page. "I don't see a problem. I don't know what you're complaining about."
My father, Johan van Der Merwe, was a lady's man. He had good looks at his age with a muscular build, pale complexion and long hair that reached until his shoulders. His good looks and his ability to smooth talk into any situation was the result that he had so many women on his hands and plenty of children. He was never a man who enjoyed the bed of one woman for long and it showed whenever he went out to the galas and hadn't chosen to wear the wedding ring on his finger.
My mother was one of those woman who fell under his spell. My mother was a business woman who owned multiple tech companies throughout the world and they happened to cross one another at a gala I presume. It was only after an hour that they were making their way towards his penthouse and I came about as the result.
When my mother wanted to tell him about my existence, he vanished out of thin air and only returned when I turned 18 and had a large share in the multi billion dollar company that my mother had created. He claimed he saw me on the TV once and had to bring me where I had belonged, South Africa. He changed my name and made me go through multiple camps where I was trained to loose all of my humanity and to go after one thing, power. Nothing was more important than power and I had to get it under any means necessary.
It was when I was 25 that I was introduced to the world as "Mal oë" and took over the business with an iron fist. I always moved in the dark and made people fear me even though they haven't seen me at all. That's why my father was seething when police came to him a few days ago to his office to check if he was related to the murder since he was the only man who was notorious for his doings.
"Newspapers, magazines and news channels," he huffed, taking a glass from my cupboard and poured himself some whiskey. "You need to get rid of this girl, she's been fucking me up. Police have been coming to my office for days, I want to shoot them honestly but that will lead to a bigger problem."
I shook my head at the man. He was the most powerful gangster known to South Africa. Whatever that happened in the country went through him whether it was the loadshedding schedule to the drugs being distributed. He was a powerful man who had everyone by the tips of his fingers but he still lacked one thing, discipline. My father was an impulsive man who went according to his thought at the very moment. It was the very thing that made people fear him because they never knew what was his next step. Whatever emotion he had, he always acted upon it and that's what irritated me the most.
"I will take care of it," I said and puffed out the smoke from my cigarette and clouded my vision for a second before the heavy wind that entered through the multiple windows blew it away. He nodded, swallowing the remnants of his drink and smiled at me.
"You know your mother has been asking about you," he said swirling the glass that contained the small icecubes that were almost completely melted. "She said that she found a girl that would be perfect for you." I sighed at the woman my mother tried for years for me to get married to. She was a very young girl from around the age of 20 and was the heir of a billion dollar company, Stacks, which dealt with stock exchange.
I've met her once when my mother invited her for supper. She wasn't what I wanted. She had way too long hair, way too submissive and an overall a bore. I never had any attraction towards her no matter how many times my mother tried to prove that she was perfect for me.
"Tell mother not to worry anymore. I got a woman who is beautiful beyond words, who shines brighter than any star and has a voice of an angel. When she meets her by the birthday dinner, she's going to forget about that girl whoever she was. She's perfect father, way too perfect for me to ignore and I'm going to bring her soon, very soon."
