Teni Johnson

PROLOGUE

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Banana Island,
Ikoyi,
Lagos,
Nigeria.

" you don't know what you do to me."
He whispered huskily in her left ear as he pulled her back to himself.
She pressed on him and he moaned.
" stay with me tonight. "
He begged. She was very seductive. A perfect figure eight with long brown hair. Team light skin. With a dress very short and revealing; and a smile that melted the hardest of hearts, he wanted her even more. She could feel him hard on her and she was happy- she could get him right where she wanted him.
" I can't stay, Jimi. I'm sorry. "
His hand was slipping under her dress when she turned to face him.
The last seconds of his life were very swift and gruesome. The gleaming silver dagger went through his dark skin and cracked a rib. It pierced through his heart and when he seemed to have stopped struggling, she turned the blade still in his heart anti clockwise thrice.
She went over to the sofa her hand bag was and took out disposable gloves. She was careful not to touch anything before she got the gloves on.
The duffel bag was waiting for her in the garage. She opened it and wore the pad for her shoes so as not to leave foot prints either.
Dragging the lifeless body up the stairs was a lot of work. When the corpse got to its room, 'Teni. lay it in its bed and tucked it in.
She went back to the duffel bag downstairs and used the bleach in it to clean the blood off the floor then wiped her face of blood and sweat with the wipes packed for her.
She changed from her evening dress to bum shorts and a tank top in the duffel bag and replaced her gloves. Teni packed all that she made use of back into the bag and drove off in the black BMW waiting for her.