PART THREE :The Woman Behind the Curtain

Part 3: The Twist

The next morning, I woke up in her bed alone. Her robe was gone. Her scent lingered, but she was nowhere to be found.

I walked back to my flat feeling like a man who had just cheated death and loved a goddess. I didn’t see her for the rest of the weekend. No lights, no curtain shows. Just silence.

Then Monday morning came.

I opened my door to a knock. A man stood there. Broad shoulders. Tribal marks. His eyes—cold, calculating.

“You dey follow my woman sleep?”

My throat went dry.

“W-who are you?”

He stepped forward. “I ask again. You dey enter my wife’s skirt? Flat 2B. That’s my woman.”

My knees nearly buckled.

“I didn’t know—”

He slapped me. Hard. My ears rang.

“You don’t know who I be? I be Bonebreaker. From Delta. I run Warri, I dey run drugs, arms, and bodies. And now, I dey run mad because my woman open leg for you.”

I tried to speak, but he reached into his jacket and pulled out a black pistol.

“You give her the best of time? Abi? She scream your name? You knack am good, eh?”

I was silent. Shaking. Terrified.

He smiled. A slow, wicked grin.

“I go give you two options,” he said. “One, you join us. You work under me. I fit use person like you. Or two… I blow your brains scatter now make your blood stain this compound.”

My world spun. My mouth went dry. I had been seduced into a trap.

And that night of wild pleasure?

It cost me my soul.