I stupidly fell for a serial killer

CHAPTER 9

I text papa and ask him to get the footage of the restaurant legally As Soon As Possible before Vuyolwethu makes it disappear. We get to the station and I can see some of the officers are not comfortable seeing Vuyolwethu here. I tell Zee to stay in the car and I head towards the door with the suspect. A woman whom I assume is a captain comes towards the door where we are standing. She looks just like my captain, I mean she looks like a man, muscular and with no smile. Her aura demands attention. She smiles and it’s like a robot is smiling at me, the smile looks so calculated.

Her: “evening, I am Captain Nonhle Mathe. I believe you are Warrant Officer Shabangu who happens to be a Detective.”
Me: “that’s correct ma’am. I believe my captain has explained my situation.” I point at Vuyolwethu with my eyes. She chuckles.

Her: “yes. Boys take him to the holding cells.” She signals to the officers behind the desk.
Vuyolwethu: “I demand to talk to my lawyer.”
Her: “Rest Makhanya, it’s too early for your drama right now.” The officers take him and they head down the hallway. “I heard you need an office for a time being while you deal with Makhanya’s case.”

Me: “that’s true.”
Her: “you will find it ready for you on Monday. Now you can just fill in the necessary paperwork about this arrest.” I nod and she leads me to her office.

I do all the necessary things needed. I then make a fake docket and put the real one on my handbag. Makhanya seems like a man who may be capable of making a docket disappear. I place the docket on the captain’s desk and head out after saying goodbye to the captain and some of the officers who smiled at my direction when I got there. I get to the car and Zee drives me to Nana’s house. We find nana alone watching TV. She stays for a while and then leave.

Me: “where is papa?”
Nana: “he went out to run some errands.”
Me: “so you’re bored?”
Nana: “who? Me? Never? Babes I am the life of the party. I never get bored, well only at a funeral.” I laugh and check out what she is watching.

I am not surprised that she is watching the BBC Lifestyle Channel. She always wants to keep up with the current fashion trends and she always cook different dishes. She is not the type of granny who cook idombolo, boiled chicken and sometimes usu. She cooks those things once or twice a year. She and papa always eat different dishes and papa is so used to that. He is not the kind of a Zulu man who demands uphuthu.

Nana: “so tell me, are you dating anyone?”
Me: “yes nana, he is a scientist. He has been my fuck buddy for a while now. And now I have decided to give him a chance because he likes me.”
Nana: “do you see a future with him?” I shrug.

Me: “I don’t know, I am just going with the flow.”
Nana: “that’s good enough. Just be careful baby, I don’t want you to get hurt.” I nod.

Papa gets in and he tells me to follow him to his office. I know he has found something on Vuyolwethu and it is not good news. We get to his study and I take a seat. He opens his bar fridge and take out a can of Amstel. He downs it in one go and tosses the can in the bin. I know I am in deep shit and I have already figured out that Vuyolwethu is someone who is dangerous and can bring harm to our family.

Papa: “when I gave you a blessing to go become a police when your father denied you, I didn’t think you’d put our family’s lives in danger occasionally.” I look down and play with my fingers. “Vuyolwethu Makhanya, also known as Bra Styles. I am sure you have heard of him before and what he does to cops who arrests him.” I have heard of a gang lord called Bra Styles. I did a little research on him once but I left it unused.

Me: “I will make sure it doesn’t get anywhere dangerous papa. If I need to take down his gang in order to conquer him, then I am game. I will need information on it.” He sighs and sits down. He passes a USB and a file to me.

Papa: “this will help you. I will tell Zee’s father in law to take her in with her son until this case dies down. I will also get accommodation for Mbulelo in the meantime.”
Me: “I am sorry papa.” He doesn’t say anything, instead he takes his phone and leaves me alone in the study. I stand up and head to my room. I take a shower and just lay in the bed with my night dress.

Bra Styles is a dangerous gang lord. He is known for drug trafficking, child abduction and human trafficking. Most cops who have tried taking him down end up dead or lonely because he kills their loved ones. I am a little scared of taking him on but he needs to be stopped. I have dealt with gangs before, I just pray that I don’t endanger my family’s lives as papa said.
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The following morning we wake up, get dressed and head to church. Nana is whining all the way because she hates church. Her husband is just laughing at her. Well papa forgave me last night and we are cool now. We get to the church and find mom and dad waiting for us, they are standing outside their car.

Nana: “help me God.” We laugh at her and we climb off the car.

We greet them and we head inside the church and sit down on the third row. The service starts and the worship team leads the whole congregation to the praise and worship session. When they are done, the pastor starts with the sermon of the day. Nana yawns and takes the car keys from papa. She stands up and walks out. Papa chuckles and then turn his attention to the pastor. I shake my head and follow her outside.

I find her in the car. The sun roof is opened and she is wearing sun glasses while her seat is tilted down. She is play soft jazz and moving her head from side to side. She is sitting on the passenger seat. I just laugh and climb in the driver seat. She looks at me with her glasses lowered down and she puts them back again.

Me: “why did you get out?”
Nana: “I got bored kid.”
Me: “but the preacher was preaching.”
Nana: “that’s what bored me the most.”
Me: “you are a different breed altogether. I wonder who your parents are.” She laughs.

Nana: “you will meet them soon because you like poking snakes in their holes.” I roll my eyes.
Me: “we are the same mina nawe, the only difference is that I am a hero and you are, well you know who you are.” She also rolls her eyes.

Nana: “heroism is overrated because it gets you killed.” She increase the volume a little and whistles to the rhythm of the song playing.