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“I’m gonna make it work this time. No more slacking, chale,” Romeo said to himself as he suited up for the evening’s task. “That first time was an unwelcome distraction with the motorcycle bullshit. The next one wasn’t my fault; that stupid little fucker ruined the whole plot. This time, it’s going to work. I’m […]

“Are you fucking kidding me? He failed? Again? What kind of useless boys do you hire at your place at all?” Rex winced as a furious Barry spat venom over the phone. It had been a couple of days since the Circle debacle. Romeo had been arrested by the police for assault, and getting him

“Hello, boss?” an enthusiastic Koni answered on the other side of the phone. “Yeah, Koni,” Rex responded, sitting on the edge of his table as he peered out the window. “Listen, I gave the little motherfucker another chance to redeem himself, so… I’ll need you to assist as usual.” A moment of silence followed over

“Stupid son of a bitch!” Barry spat at the TV as he watched Gilbert happily join in a toast as the news about one major get-together was reported on the late night news. “What is it, Barry?” a concerned Barbara asked from the kitchen. She hurriedly came to the living room, and upon seeing Gilbert’s

“Here it is, lil nigga. The M110 Semi-Automatic Sniper Rifle. Straight from the Knights Armament Company. This is some premium artillery right here, you know. Soldiers in the US Army use this shit, so you know we ain’t playing.” Fucking hell, this is some tight shit!” Romeo breathed as he received the rifle from Koni,

“If you don’t know me by now… you will never never never know me… oooooooooohhhh…” Barbara had her phone connected to the Toyota Avanza’s Bluetooth, and with her new Spotify account, was singing along to the Simply Red version of the classic tune as her husband sat in the passenger seat. They were on their

Basilisk Garrison. Not the most familiar name to the average city dweller in Accra, it was not a place any regular citizen would want to be found. And despite the ‘garrison’, this was not a place for soldiers dedicated to protecting the nation and its citizens. If anything at all, this was a place for

“I’ve heard a lot about their shawarmas, that’s why. From all the reviews on Google and Tripadvisor.” “Oh really? Coz I’ve had them numerous times, and they’re not so special, to be honest.” “But at least lemme try them. It’s a solid part of my bucket list for our visit here.” “Oh well, no problem.

Welcome, dear reader! We enter into the dark world of vengeance, greed and wickedness for this one. Buckle up and let’s ride along on this tale of a desire for vengeance and its consequences… “Good evening, honey!” Barry Evan called out as he entered the living room of House No. B9 of Harrow Estates. Home