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150. The Plot Drives Forward!
Dyesi closed her bag and gave Mrs Nathan a sly look. “That’s for you to find out—if you’re ready, Stella. You’re just 32, a perfect fit. You’ve got the body for what happens inside the Lioness' Den.”Mrs Nathan stared at her, stunned. She hadn’t expected such a strange offer, and the name alone made her more confused.“I’ve never even heard of these people in my life,” she said, frowning. “And you think they’ll make me rich? Just like that?”Dyesi gave a soft laugh, brushing her hand over Mrs Nathan’s wrist. Her smile held something smug. “The Lioness’ Den isn’t for everybody, Stella. Only those who are invited, and only the ones who are truly worth it, get to know what it’s about.”She turned to leave.But Mrs Nathan stopped her. “How do you know these people, Dyesi? And if they’re the key to being rich, why aren’t you swimming in money already?”Dyesi turned back, her eyes glowing with pride. “They say never judge a book by its cover. You’re doing just that, Mrs Nathan.”“So you’re
149. Invitation To The Lioness' Den!
At Zone 5, where the shootout had stained the night with blood and screams, the place now sat in eerie silence. The crowd was long gone. The police had packed up. Only one figure remained—Mrs. Nathan.She knelt on the cold pavement, arms wrapped tightly around a framed photo of her son, Caleb. Her shoulders trembled, her face soaked in silent tears. She wasn’t just crying—she was breaking apart, piece by piece. The world around her had vanished. All she could see was her boy’s face smiling from that photo, his laughter still echoing somewhere in her memory.She didn’t notice the silver car parked a few feet away. She didn’t hear the door open or the soft click of heels on the cracked concrete.Dyesi stood by the car for several minutes, watching her. Her arms were folded across her chest, impatience flickering in her eyes. When it became clear that Mrs. Nathan wasn’t moving, Dyesi finally approached and placed a hand gently on her shoulder.“Are you not going home?” she asked, glancin
148. A New Update On The Lioness' Den
Franco and Muna completely ignored Mrs. Nathan’s threats. Without saying a word, they walked straight to the car where Granny had already taken her seat.Mr. Jones stood there for a moment, torn. He had a decision to make. He couldn’t side with Mrs. Nathan—not when he still needed money from the Scotts. After losing his job recently, only a fool would stay back and console her.As soon as Muna stepped into the car, Granny turned sharply to Mr. Jones.“Start the car!” she commanded.“Yes, Mother,” he replied, reaching for the ignition.But before he could turn the key, Muna held the car door, blocking him.“What are you saying, Mother? Franco hasn’t even stepped in yet, and you're already asking Uncle to drive off?”Granny’s eyes flared with rage. She jabbed a finger at Muna.“Don’t lecture me on what is right and wrong! That useless husband of yours has nothing to offer this family! He’s better off out there. I will not sit in the same car with a nobody like him!”Muna opened her mout
147. An Eye For An Eye. A Life For A Life!
After Caleb collapsed lifelessly to the ground, Franco hurled his gun at the body, his eyes burning with fury.“This is the death you deserve, Caleb,” he spat through gritted teeth. “For all your cruelty and greed. I wish you a safe journey to the afterlife.”Without another glance, Franco slid the other gun into his pocket and started walking away slowly, his steps unsteady.He hadn’t planned to kill Caleb—not truly. But deep down, he knew it had to be done. Caleb could’ve been a way to get the truth about the Lioness’ Den, but that didn’t matter anymore. Franco had made his choice. He pulled the trigger—and he felt no guilt.“Are you alright, My Lord?” Dave rushed over and extended a hand to steady him.Franco paused, surveying the scene. The media had already arrived. Reporters huddled at the edge of the clearing, their cameras flashing. Police officers were spread out, gathering statements from the surviving men.Dave tried to help him walk, but Franco shook his head. He leaned cl
146. Last Shot! Game Over
The road was dark and lonely, surrounded by thick bushes on both sides. Crickets chirped in the distance, the only sign of life. Franco’s bike roared through the narrow path, headlights cutting across the night like blades. He leaned forward, gripping the throttle harder. The cold wind slapped against his face, but he didn’t flinch. He had one target. Caleb.Inside the police van, Caleb sat between two officers, eyes steady on the road ahead. He wasn’t panicking. No. He was counting. They had been driving for five minutes. Just five more and Dyesi’s men would strike. He felt it in his bones.Franco didn’t want to lose time. He pushed the bike harder. Caleb was more than a fugitive. He was the crack in Dyesi’s mask. If she didn’t want him in jail, then she was hiding something. Something big. And Franco was going to find it.He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. Holding it steady with one hand, he pressed the button and spoke loud enough for it to catch. “Siri, c
145. You Are Under Arrest
Franco froze halfway, his finger hovering on the trigger. Slowly, he raised his hands into the air.Caleb’s heartbeat thudded louder as his eyes darted past Franco.Uniforms. Guns. The police.The officers rushed in. One of them snatched the pistol from Franco’s hand while another twisted his arms behind him. But just as Caleb took a shaky breath of relief, the senior officer strode toward him, lifting his weapon with calm precision.“Mr. Caleb Stone,” he said, voice clipped and cold. “You’re under arrest for attempted murder. You’ll also be facing charges of fraud and theft. Anything you say or do from now on will be used against you in the court of law.”The color drained from Caleb’s face. His breath hitched, but the fury inside him boiled hotter than before. He struggled to his feet, trembling, fists clenched.“You can’t do this!” he barked. “You saw what happened! He pointed a gun at me. You were here! If anyone belongs in jail, it’s Franco. Not me!”Muna stepped off the stage, w
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