365 days of redemption

Day 5

He sits in the VIP section of the club, barely touching any drink in front of him but also shunning every single girl that has the nerve to try their seduction art in front of him. I'm guessing he is shining his gun in their faces.

Guess what, my people? I'm currently in a nightclub, sitting in front of the barman, with an arrogant officer somewhere in the room, doing his business. We are only connected by the earpiece hidden in my ear.

Sting, yes, you guessed right, Sting is currently sitting opposite me. He is talking animatedly with a man with one huge envelope in front of them. The man looks sophisticated. I will ask Detective Arrogant about the man later.

The man stands up, but Sting remains sitting. He nods to the man as the man begins to exit the club. His obvious friends sitting next to him, considering the amount of laughter they have elicited from him, were all like body builders, and they are very well dressed.

"I thought you were good in this business," Detective Arrogant said from another side of the room, in spite of the prominent noise. The guy refuses to give me his name. I will have to dig in myself.

"Well, yeah?" I am confused

"Then do the work properly and stop being a monitoring spirit; if he notices you and turns his attention to you, my dear, you are on your own."

I tut; the guy is talkative. I don't bother to reply to him; I am a very calculative person when it comes to what I ingest in public. I brought a bottle of drink myself, opened the cover, and drank some of it only to spit it back in someone's face, coughing ferociously at the sight of the person in front of me.

Oluwa o, mo ti se te!
(God, I have overdone it; now I'm in trouble.)

Sting is standing right in front of me, mopping his face with the towel he snatched from the barman.

"What the fuck?!" Detective Arrogant whispers in my ear. "Do something!"

And like my body is on autopilot, I jerk forward, not knowing what to do.

'He is going to kill you'My mind tells me

"I'm so sorry, sir. I was just surprised to see you here, practically in my face. It was shock o, why would I intentionally spit my drink on your good face, sir?" 'Don't kill me, sir,' is on the tip of my tongue; I know he can kill me just at that word.

Flirting with him is a death warrant, someone who has been showing every woman that passes by his gun.

'Temi ma wa ba mi o. Who send me work gan self?'
(I'm in trouble.)

"Calm down, young girl," he says.

Little girl will even do at this rate; he should just not kill me.

I glance at his friends, who are still on their seats watching his every move; he stands calm. And it's not only me that is feeling that tension; everything and everyone in the club has gone silent.

"I notice you've been looking in my direction since you came in here." It's a why question even though he doesn't put it there.

"Cook up a story, quick! A believeable one." Detective Arrogant said to me:

I begin to cry, wailing, with my whole body wracking with tears. The fear and anxiety in my body helped well, plus I've been feeling like crying

"I was just staring at how you guys looked like family. My best friend died of cancer, so I relocated here just to forget. I'm sorry, I got carried away. I swear, sir, most of the time my mind is not on you guys. It just helps me remember her memories comfortably." I begin to sob again amidst the whole ramble.

He hands me a handkerchief and says, "Stop crying."

I hiccup, "Yes, sir. Thanks for your help, sir. I will just leave." I sniffle and begin to scramble for the exit, my heart palpating twice as fast and perspiration scattering around my back, armpits, and nose bridge. At this rate, I'm certain my make up has gone back to where it came from.

"Wait!" He says.

'God, if I can just come out of this place alive and unscathed,' I mutter under my breath.

"I want a friend for my wife. Take this, and I will send someone to get you tomorrow." He exits the club.

Holy shit!

"Did that just happen?" Officer Arrogant's voice drones past my ear.

Ho-ly Shit!

And... He did not even ask for my address.

I'm done for.

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