Chapter 119: Chapter 119

Chapter 119

~Brian saw a picture~

“Bastard!” Brian cursed and spat at him twice, watching him jerk and convulse heavily and continuously before yet a shot jerk and then stopped abruptly.

Ella lay helplessly on the edge of the wall with her tongue stuck out and her eyes drawn and deprived of life, and her limbs hurt and threatened to part her body. Promptly, Brian was already kneeling to her and felt how cold and fragile her body was now, like that of a new born baby left in a pool of water for a long time- her skin almost bulging away from her bones. He tapped her on the cheeks.

“Ella! Ella!” he called, as fear and terror molded up on his face the moment he beheld her eyes shutting as one taking her final bow of death.

He shook her furiously and tapped her harder on the cheeks but it only succeeded in making her eyeballs roll inwardly and upward, showing much of her sclera with her iris disappearing permanently.

“Come on, Ella.” He called, kissed her and she managed to return her iris back into position, but only in her left eye. He tapped her yet again. “Come on look at me, look at me here.”

He tapped her slightly this time around, saying repeatedly, “You can’t die and leave Khally and I. We love you. You can’t die now.” He grabbed and hugged her for what seemed to be forever and she coughed before he added, “You can’t leave me.” And he freed from the hug, held her on the face as her eyes rolled back to life, only but to notice her husband standing right behind them, with the rod Brian used to hit him.

“Watch it, Brian!”

In a flash she had shouted when he raised his hand to daze Brian a heavy blow which he actually did but missed his target and hit Ella on the shoulder. Brian weakened him with two swift punches from his left fist and he staggered to the wall, as the rod dropped from his hand and rolled to Brian.

“You bloody fool! Kiss my ass.” Brian cursed, armed himself with the rod, gritted his teeth, and gave him a thousand blow on the head, splitting his skull at different edges

“You are an asshole! You are an asshole!” he kept cursing and smashing his skull in rage and disgust, as he shook wearingly at the edge of the wall

“He is dead, Brian, he is dead,” Ella reassured him, wailing and pressing her hand on the shoulder where she just got hit.

“Bloody moron!” he cursed finally and spat into his bloodied face. He was breathing uneasily now, noticing the iniquity he had committed when he poked the face of his victim with the rod and saw the stream of blood gushing through his nostril and returning his gaze to Ella to behold she was all jittering with her eyes welled up with tears. For one bit he felt his heart throb and beat so hard that he need not be told the gravity of what he just did. He kept snorting and blinking at the corpse as though he was not yet satisfied, even when self pity and regret churned his mind. His frown was far way huge as his mouth bulged and his nose swelled amidst sweating face.

Ella was wailing and sobbing noisily now. “I …” she stammered and peered her face between her thighs in momentary shame and hurt, “I shouldn’t have brought you into this. Oh my God!”

Her eyes had swollen and her gaze was upon the corpse, making Brian to wonder if the reason for her sob and wailing was for the death of her husband or the fresh sin he just committed

Brian didn’t know when the rod left his hand and dashed on the floor in repeated rustling sound.

“Come on perk up.“ he had to console her because she was just unable to do so herself after several attempt. “We need to leave here now,” he groaned, holding her face, “But first we must dispose of it.”

She sniffed heavily, still well seated on the floor, losing interest in going about what Brian just said. Not only was she scared but also shocked of everything happening at a flash was what she was yet to understand- although she expected him to die but certainly not in Brian’s hand.

“Come on, move it,” said Brian, his eyes till darting around for any camera hidden in the bathroom, corridor wardrobe. And when he was satisfied, he picked up her nightie and tossed at her, “Dress up. I promise you the both of us will risk going to jail if we don’t dispose of his corpse and leave this house as soon as we can. I need a false bag to wrap the corpse.”

She stood up at once, “I don’t think we have a false bag but I will try and search for one.”

Brian beamed, “I thought he said his mansion lacked nothing.” He pointed at the corpse of Ella’s husband on the floor which was in its pool of blood now.”

“His fucking pride said,” she added and was done dressing up into a T-shirt and a jean instead of the transparent nightie, “I will be back,” she left.

When she left, Brian stood staring at the corpse housing mixed feeling about what he just did. A thought struck in his head and he started ransacking the whole room to check for anything implicating- a gun, a jack knife or something harmful that may lend credence and exposure to the police. He was at the wardrobe, he searched out some wad of dollars and he dropped it but on a second thought he pocketed it since his finger print was on it. He left for the cupboard and shelf, ransacking and turning everything in and out. An album of picture came in sight, and he looked puzzled, grabbed it and started turning the pages of photos by the billionaire; the ones with friends, associates, women, ladies in bikini, on a private jet, in his Maserati , Ford, and Rolls Royce; a perfect collection of a billionaire. He hadn’t been so shocked and awed in his entire life until he saw a picture…