Previously... Anele learned that one of his key men has been gunned down by Agness grandchild... The night was cold and wet. An armed and alert Anele stationed himself around T-Boz tavern. There were several men, positioned strategically. Anele had his cronies camouflaged all around the nightclub, as far as a block away. He himself was hidden in between shrubs, approximately fifty meters away from the entrance. He and Prince sat there, armed and loaded, with binoculars. The instruction was simple: If you see a silver Jeep Cherokee with foreign license plates, blast away at the occupants. Do not hesitate. Anele couldnt be bothered by innocent civilians or bystanders at that point. He needed to wrap things up, once and for all. It was especially frustrating because hed hired two sharpshooters, which cost him a fortune. What if they dont come here tonight? Prince asked a determined Anele. They will. They have to. Ive put the word out that Im leaving tomorrow to join my family. So basically tonight is the only chance they have of getting to me, Anele assured, chewing a match stick and checking his phone. Itll happen tonight - trust me. Prince was in agreement, nodding, trying to convince himself. They couldnt have more firepower than us. If they come here, theyre committing suicide. Anele was still concentrated on his phone, wondering. Peter wants to see me, now? What the hell? Hes two minutes away, he says. Peter, your boss?” “Yeah. What has he heard? Damn it man!” “Thats insane. Its late. You’re not on duty, are you? No. Im on leave, said Anele, staring at Prince, puzzled. And you cant exactly walk up to the tavern, Bra Ace. Aneles sms alert sounded again. Meet me at the gate, now. I have something very important that you must know. RIGHT NOW. What the hell is going on, Anele squealed, grabbing the binocular and checking for Peters car at a distance. It was pulling up opposite the taverns front gate. Oh crap, hes here, Anele hissed. “There’s his car. Oh no man.” You think he heard about the hit? Prince asked. From who, how? Peter isn’t connected to the streets like that, Anele responded, growing uneasy and handing Prince the binoculars. Ill be back. Youre going there, to the tavern? Got no choice do I? They wont see me, don’t worry. Ill hop straight inside Peters car, from the bushes. “Okay, if you say so.” Anele left. An annoyed looking Peter was in his car, puffing a cigar. There was also a glass of neat whisky placed in his car cupholder. Im already here, he said on the phone, to someone. Hurry up, I dont have all night … How far are you … Okay good ... Black Mercedes Benz S class … Okay fine … See you now. Anele was still bushes, within metres from Peter’s car. He needed to make sure he couldnt be seen as he looked around suspiciously. It’d be a terrible risk, but he rolled a fist up, bit down hard and sprang out of the bushes. He quickly opened the Merc passenger door and hopped inside. Where the hell have you been? Looking like some wannabe cheap spy,” Peter grumbled. Whats going on? Ive been around. Nothing much, Pete. How can I help you? Peter scanned him up and down, in a deliberately demeaning fashion. Okay, you need to listen to me carefully, Anele. This is serious. Yes boss ... First of all, grab your phone and tell all your guys not to shoot. Fear and anxiety hit Anele like a cargo train. The loud music from inside the tavern suddenly got really soft as he stared back at Peter. Huh, what guys? Do it now, damnit! Ill explain why later, said Peter, staring at his rear view mirror. Peter, Im sorry. I know I promised not to. Shut up and do it! Stop apologising. He grabbed his phone and sent a multiple sms to all the men. Dont Shoot Unless I Say. Do not shoot anything or anyone, unless I say.” As he placed the phone back inside his pocket, waiting for a tongue lashing from his boss - a tall skinny man hopped inside Peter’s backseat. He was light skinned with light-brown eyes, and gold teeth. Evening gentlemen, he said, in a deep Barry White voice. Anele couldnt take his eyes off him. He was the scariest, yet most handsome person hed ever laid his eyes on. A silver Jeep Cherokee pulled up behind them. Anele hadnt even noticed it as he concentrated on the new guy. How you doin, Peter? Good, my friend. Its been a while. Anele, I want you to meet someone, Peter introduced, with distinct caution in his tone. Anele, this is Castro. Castro, Anele. They both froze staring at each other, menacing. Anele couldnt believe it. Hed left his gun with Prince. Damn it, he thought, irritated. They stared at each other like predators to prey. Dont even think of reaching for your gun, Castro warned. Im aimed at you right now, behind your seat. Ill blow you away, my friend. Do not move. Castro you put that away. Come now gents, thats not why I arranged this meeting, Peter explained, trying to ease the air. Whats going on here, Peter? Anele asked, frightened out of his wits. “What’s going on is I’ll blast you to smithereens if you try anything cute,” Castro warned, still with his hand firmly behind Anele. Stop your nonsense, you two. Anyway Anele, you know Castro is from Swaziland, right? Well, to cut a long story short, his dad and I were business partners at a printing company there. Don’t ask me why I didn’t tell you. I’m telling you now. Anyway, we ran a very profitable printing company … Which was funded by my late grandmother, Castro added, still staring daggers at Anele. I didnt do anything to Ma Agnes chap,” Anele explained. “I think I know killed her. But it wasnt me. “Defensive, defensive. I didn’t say anything, my little frightened friend.” Listen up chaps. The reason Ive brought you together is because I want this mess to end, now,” Peter explained, very school principal-like. “A lot of lives are at stake. Your life, boy. Castro taunted Anele. I wouldnt be so sure, youre surrounded, Swazi boy, Anele responded, trying to conjure up guts.” I am, am I? I have a pistol on your spine, and youve told your men not to shoot - that makes you pretty stupid in my books. HEY STOP IT, YOU TWO! Now listen up. Instead of having thirty dead people, including possible innocent bystanders in my night club, how about we call a truce? Peter suggested, turning to Castro. Weve already spoken about our deal. The cash will be wired to your account by tomorrow. Now, I want to see you two shake hands. I dont think so Peter, Castro responded sharply. I want an apology, or theres no deal. Ill blast this Anele fool right now, and hunt his family down, if he keeps acting macho. I promise you. What did you say? Barked Anele. I said I’ll murder your family, Castro reiterated, turning his neck all the way forward to see Anele properly. HEY WAIT, STOP THIS, GUYS! Cmon man, yelled Peter. The only reason youre alive is because of Peter, Castro threatened exposing his tongue. I wanted to slice you up and bring your head to my grannys grave. Now, if were gonna move forward, peacefully, I want you to admit what you did to my gran, and apologise to me. There was dead silence in the car. The only audible sound was the music from the tavern, and people walking by. Anele froze like a deer caught in headlights, thinking of his next move. “I’m waiting, chump. Are you apologizing to me, or what?” Coming Soon Will Anele admit it that he killed Agnes, and ask for forgiveness? 1. Yes 2. No
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 08:32:31 +0000
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