A WEB OF DECEIT

chapter 60

Nkosikhona

I was conflicted. My mind was a battlefield of priorities, torn between hunting down Sizakele and dealing with Mos's relentless threats. Showing up out of nowhere and threatening to kill my wife had completely thrown me off course. It was a distraction I couldn’t afford right now. Sizakele could wait; Mos couldn’t. I needed leverage against him. The man was dangerous, unpredictable, and had nothing to lose.

It was weighing on me. Stress coursed through my veins, making it difficult to focus on Thelani or even begin to plan the wedding. I hadn’t been able to give her the attention she deserved—not with all this chaos. The pregnancy should have been a moment of joy, a time for us to plan our future. Instead, I was stuck in a mental warzone, knowing that as long as Mos held power over me, he’d keep coming back. He would never let me rest, not until I was completely under his control—or worse, buried six feet under.

I knew I had to face him. There was no way out of this unless I confronted Mos head-on, but he was leagues beyond me in terms of power and ruthlessness. It terrified me because now I had so much more to lose. With Thelani pregnant, the stakes were higher than ever. I couldn’t let Mos destroy the life I was building with her. If I didn’t act soon, he'd tighten his grip around my neck, suffocating me until there was nothing left.

Sizakele… she would have to wait. I’d come back for her eventually. No one hurts me or my fiancée and gets away with it. For now, I had to focus. There were more pressing matters.

I paced around my apartment, running my hands through my hair, my mind racing. I needed a plan. I needed help. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found the one person who could assist me—Dzet. He had been my go-to guy back in the day, before everything went south. He had connections, and right now, I needed every bit of help I could get.

I dialed his number, waiting anxiously as the phone rang.

“Nkosi, long time, man. What’s good?” His voice came through, casual as ever.

“Hey, man, listen. I need your help with something,” I said, my tone low and serious.

“Well, aren’t you a lucky bastard. I’m out. We can meet up,” Dzet replied, his voice sounding almost excited.

I froze for a second. “Wait, you’re out? When did that happen?”

“Yeah, man. About two months ago. Been laying low. You know how it is.”

Relief flooded through me. This was good. Dzet being out meant I had someone reliable who could help me navigate this mess. “That’s good news, man. We need to meet up. There’s a lot to discuss.”

“Say less, bro. I’m in Soweto right now. I’ll send you the location, we’ll catch up.”

“Sure thing, send it through.”

I hung up and let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding. Maybe things were starting to turn around. Dzet being out was a stroke of luck, but I couldn’t let my guard down. This wasn’t over yet.

Not long after, I got a message with Dzet’s location. I grabbed my jacket and left, determined to get this situation under control. I needed to deal with Mos before he got any closer to Thelani.

I met up with Thabo first. He was waiting for me by the corner, his expression grim, but there was a spark in his eyes that told me he was just as eager to solve this as I was.

“You ready for this?” Thabo asked, crossing his arms as I approached.

“Do I have a choice?” I muttered. “We need to put an end to this, Thabo. I can’t let Mos get any closer. And Sizakele... well, she’ll get hers, but right now, Mos is the problem.”