Chapter 281: Chapter 281

Chapter 281

~Lucy and detective

Contemplating, she echoed, “Yeah.” Her reply was cold and numb, as though she wouldn’t want to say it in the obvious that she was an accomplice in the murder of her husband.

The anxious detective was smoking hard at the time and was out to ask her countless questions if only she knew.

“So what happened to him?” the detective asked and when she hesitated, he added “Your husband, I mean, who killed him?” Do you know any name?”

There was hush silence hanging over the room. And Ella was sniffing heavily at the time, very scared to state the truth and mention Brian to the detective, whom she believed was going to keep it secret.

‘Yeah I did,” she replied swiftly and hissed, “And I would be grateful for killing that asshole,” she replied and felt a bit uncomfortable to continue the discussion.

A hiss.

“Can we just forget about this conversation?” she demanded and mounted the detective as he pulled back and aided his penis into her vagina. She was still wet and mild to accommodate his groin and the needy look on his face was inconformity to the fact that she had succeeded in getting the detective to play accomplice and to ease the search on her husband and any incriminating fact.

“So do you stand with me on this?” she demanded, stroking his chest and peering down to him, almost at kiss length.

“As far as I am concern the search on your husband is futile and I will withdraw my boys from any further intense search, since I know he is obviously dead. I will sweep the report under the carpet,” he said and shook gently when he felt Ella push her waist against his, making his groin to sink deeply into her vagina. Nothing had felt better; it was confirmed from the interesting way he shut his eyes at her and squeezed her breasts in response.

“Promise to keep me out of this case and free from it. if Coleman wants to get involved, fine but make me innocent and free,” she demanded,

“You are as free as the bird in the sky from this moment, oh fuck!” he lamented when Ella twisted her waist and banged into him randomly, as he felt itches around his groin; itches that sent pleasure of stroke into his head.

He was ready for second round; the cigar in the other arm fell to the ground as he decided to get both hands busy by squeezing her breast and stroking her curves and waist.

He continued speaking at a breath with a grinned face that was enjoying pleasure, “I will only fool Coleman with false news about his missing cousin, and with time he would forget everything and you will be free as soon as he gets weary of searching further…

He couldn’t continue further as Ella interrupted him with a kiss as she peered her face to his quickly and tweaked her waist along to make him pull up and grip her waist to gain his pleasure.

Brian was still at the window at the time and had recorded all they had said as he took a video record of them naked in bed. He shook his head as he took another video record of them loved up and banging each other now. He wondered where his father was.

Was he yet to get to her room or he changed his mind? He thought…

Coleman who was still at the door, listening to all they said , bit his finger and shook his head in confirmation to his instinct all along ; he had always suspected Ella to have a hand in the disappearance of her husband and the mysterious note he saw in the novel had woken up his suspicion, even the more. And to think of the fact that she had charmed the police detective was more disheartening and called for prompt action. With his eyes up at the ceiling, he shook his head and almost wept as tears were beginning to well up in his eyes. He gnashed his teeth and bit his chest that he was going to reduce him to nothing, because as much as he knew now, he was an accomplice.

“Oh yeah…hmmm…oh… fuck me, fuck me!” Ella moaned on.

Coleman lost interest in peeping at them as he walked away…

***

Lucy was all smiles at her barbecue stall. All day customers kept nagging at her inability to make fresh barbecue and she never hesitated to inform them to sort for the patronage of other barbecue makers . she wasn’t interested in barbecue making anymore. The thousands of dollars she was making on a daily as a drug peddler had sucked into her head that she didn’t give a shot at the penny her barbecue customers were giving anymore. All she needed in life was coming in the disguise of drugs and inwardly she often appreciated Fanny for bringing the drugs business her way. The barbecue stall would only serve as a front to mask her drugs cartel. What more could she ask for, since in a matter of few months , she was so rich that she could boats of a home and a car, all courtesy of her drugs business.

“Hello baby,” the oldie called her attention with his head peeping out through the window of his car.

“oh, oh oldie,” Lucy’s excited voice came through as she shot a gorgeous smile at the heavily bearded oldie, who had not only been her first drugs customers but her loyal one too. The oldie alighted at once and stared around to study his environment and sneaked into the stall to buy fresh drugs for his consumption.

Lucy had walked into the inner chamber and got hold on a couple of drugs neatly packed in a false bag and as soon as the oldie walked in to meet her, she handed him the drugs and he gave her a wad of dollars in return.

“I hope they are fresh,” the oldie demanded, sliding his finger into it and had a taste on his tongue, “Really fresh,” he confirmed.

Lucy had a grateful smile, “I don’t sell shitty old drugs. It is fresh from the oven,” she said.

The oldie jerked his head and said, “I want you to contact my favorite whore to graze my bed tonight. You know who I am talking about”

“Virgen,” Lucy said and shot a pretty smile at the oldie who shook his head in confirmation...

Tragedy struck…