Chapter 303: Chapter 303

Chapter 303

~Lucy thinks about Mr. Fanny~

“Come on, I saw her when she dug earth and buried the bag of money. It is around this spot,” one of the sons of the oldie said to his older brother who was carrying a shovel on his shoulders.

The older brother queried, “How are you sure it is a bag of money. It could be bag of trash,” he said and brought down the shovel which had been on his shoulders.

The other brother protested, “It could be a bag of cocaine, since she is into drugs, what do you think?” he asked, glared around.

The other brother shook his head in agreement, “I strongly believe that bag contains money. That bitch buried a bag of money somewhere around here.” He pointed his hand within the area on which they stood. “If we can be careful to dig the area, I strongly believe we will see the bag of money. If we see it, we are stunningly rich”.

Without hesitation, the other brother started digging hard into the earth while the other looked out for any intruder.

For straight one hour, they dug around with the intention of seeing the bag of money Lucy buried but to no avail. They were so pained after much trial and when they became exhausted, one of them nagged.

“What the fuck are we even doing? For some damn hours now , we have been digging this whole place for some bag of money we are not sure of,” he said through sweating face and uneasy breathing, “Are you sure of what you saw?” he asked yet further, looking drawn, exhausted and tired.

“I am sure. I was over that trunk of the tree with the police while she buried it. If only we can try harder and dig around we will be embracing wealth for life,” he said with widened gaze at his brother and with his arms wide open to demonstrate how big the money was, “That bag contains millions of dollars.”

“Hold on,” the other brother ordered “Why do we stress ourselves when the culprit is under the custody of the police. If we get the police to torture her she will reveal where the bag of money is and we will get it straight up,” he winked at his brother to convince him the more.

“I think you have a point,” he said, pushed out his hands to shake him and their hands clapped , as they shook each other.

“Before she goes to jail we need to access the bag of money, otherwise those shitty cops would come for the money once she goes to jail.”

The other brother answered, “They won’t. We may have to go and return. They won’t be able to find the bag of money. Just put yourself together.”

They left the valley and drove home.

***

Lucy’s gaze was on the floor when the door creaked open. She was drawn and wary. She never expected to be in police custody till this moment. But it was all glaring to her because she was put in the group of culprits that were awaiting trials.

The other day the police had asked her to mention her accomplice, and she bluntly refused to mention her brother, the American blonde or Mr. Fanny. It was obvious she was going to jail. Whenever she thought about it, tears trickled down her cheeks, and from the ranting of those men, the sons of the victim, the oldie, they were going to arraign her for murder.

Nothing had dropped tears in her eyes than the stunt Virgen pulled. She wondered if there was ever anyone to trust again. Virgen had betrayed her when she needed help the most. She felt pained when the police informed her the very hour the oldie slumped and died and by her calculation it was the same hour Virgen booked to be with him. It was striking in her eyes now like lightning that Virgen was very much aware of the death of the oldie the very last time they met; that night at the club. If she had told her they would have escaped together. She wouldn’t be in the police custody. But Virgen had demonstrated the perfect example of a betrayal. She knew police would be out to pick her since she was the major joint of drugs to the oldie and she quietly escaped leaving her behind.

Absurd. Crazy. Betrayal. Distrust!

She wondered what she would tell Mr. Fanny who never wanted her to get into drugs business in the first palace. She wondered what would become of their love since ill fate was about to separate them for life; she wondered what would be his fate if her brother , the American blonde should come for his money; the one million dollars.

Definitely Mr. Fanny was up for a bumpy ride with the devil. He was going to be bullied till death; her brother was one dreaded fellow that had killed a couple of his drugs dealers who played chess with his money. She wailed bitterly at the thought of losing Fanny. It was very easy for them to murder him in jail and accuse him of committing suicide, which they had often done in the past.

Now she was going to jail; it was going to be her end. The children to the oldie were hurt and they would stop at nothing to make sure she sniffed her anus; they would stop at nothing to ensure she was given the right jail term. She would be convicted and kept in jail for life. She felt bitter and frustrated, especially whenever she thought about Fanny, her jewel; her only hope and motivator. Everything was about to crumble as the dust in the whirl wind; life, oh life. How cruel and deceitful life could be to love. Whenever she came to her prime of love ill fate would thorn upon it.

She was thinking about her misfortune when the police placed some papers before her and said, “You will appear in court in three days…”