Unbreakable Love - Season 2 - Episode 12

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Unbreakable Love - Season 2 - Episode 12

“What do I have to do sir?” He stood firm, like a soldier on parade being inspected by a commanding officer. He walked slowly round behind him.

“A very good question. I want him dead today. He knows too much and might ruin my chance of falling in love with his wife. I never thought I could feel this way about her,” he looked at her, sitting on the chair, her hands tied and cloth in her mouth. He looked aside and sat down. “Many car accidents are caused as a result of defects with tyres. Make it look like the tyres were inflated too much or too little which caused the tyre-blow out.”

“Tyre blow-out?”
“Yes, where your car tyre punctures and effectively explodes. It will cause his car to unbalance and swerve of course then BOOM! maybe explode,” he laughed.

“I will do it. What about the pretty lady?” his eyes on her.

“This one. I will take care of her. No loose ends Tongai. You can go now.”
“Goodbye, sir!”

He rose from the chair and walked to her. He removed the cloth from her mouth.

“You must be thirsty.”
“You are the devil himself,” she spat on the floor. “You disgust me.”

“Watch your mouth young lady. Remember I am holding you as hostage. You thought you could just leave without saying goodbye to daddy. Here you are, back to me. Back to square one.”

“What do you want from me James? Let me go, I just want to live a normal life. Away from all this, you and your sister are crazy people. You deserve each other and I don’t want to be part of your craziness,” she dropped a tear. “I went to prison for something I didn’t do. Five years James. I wish I told them that you killed that man not I. I just want to go home and be with my parents. Go back to school and live a normal life. I am not a killer like you and Bianca.”

“Enough!” b@nged his fist on the table. “You are not going anywhere. I will release you when Adela decides to marry me and then you will be taking care of her daughter. Wouldn’t that be awesome?”

“You wish James. Stevie is coming for you. You will rot in jail.”

“Shut up! He is going to die today,” he walked out of the room and locked the door. “He has to die.”
*

He rose from his chair to stand in front of the floor to ceiling windows of his office. He surveyed the view of Bulawayo, recalling all he had discovered about the man who was after him and his wife. A situation that had thrown everything into turmoil. This man certainly had a reputation.

“Sir!” behind him he heard her voice.
He turned to face her.
“Yes, Carol.”
“It’s 6. I will be going home now.”
“Okay, Carol. I will see you tomorrow.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I am,” he smiled. “I am just tired but I will be fine when I get home and have a shower.”
“Okay, bye.”

He watched her leave the building and after few minutes packed his things and locked the office. He was about to step outside when he noticed him standing by his car. He quickly opened the door.

“Hey!” he shouted.
He dropped his suitcase on the ground and started chasing him. He caught him and he had a knife. Stevie moved away from him.

“A knife? Drop that and give me your fists.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Come.”

He dropped the knife and made step close to Stevie. Stevie made the first move. He hit him in the stomach and pulled him to his feet, almost tearing the collar.

“Who sent you? Answer me?”
He slapped his right palm down on the man’s face, shattering his nose.

“Hai-ya,” He knocked him with a good straight jab to the chin.

He lifted and carried him to the car. He put him in the trunk and got in the car.

“S--t!” he started the car and drove off.
It was around ten at night when he dragged his body to to the bathroom. He tired him on the chair and poured water over his face.
“Wake up!” he sat on the chair facing him. “You still remember me?”
“Untie me.”

“You not going anywhere until you tell me the truth. What were you doing by my car?”
“I am not going to say anything.”
“Okay!”

He pulled the chair and put his head in a bathtub filled with water. Submerged his head in it for period of time. After that, he got him up and slammed his hand in between the door.
“Who sent you?” he twisted his arms forcefully behind the back

“Wait wait wait,” he grimaced in pain. “I will tell you everything.”

“You better do. I am not resorting to torture yet. But I wilk take my power saw to cut off a few fingers. Start talking,” he took out his phone. “5,4,3,2,1. Go.”
He sniffed.

“I got paid by James.”
“The detective?”

“Yes, he wants you dead. I wanted the money because my mum is in hospital. But before that he made me kidnap the pretty lady.”
“Whats her name?”

“I heard him calling her, Jasmine. He is holding her as hostage. That’s all I know. Release me, please.”

“I knew it was him. Well, thank you for telling me the truth,” he knocked him under the chest and locked the door in the toilet leaving him inside.

He grabbed his phone and dialled his number.
“Dad, I need to see you.”
“It’s past eleven son.”
“I am coming over to see you,” he hanged up and walked out of the house.