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The Essien Series, Book 6
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Copyright© 2017 Kiru Taye
Editor: Zee Monodee
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“You did what? What’s wrong with your cars? Where is your driver?” She stepped back as Lekan got out of the car.
Even for a middle-aged man, he looked good. He knew it too, judging by the way he dressed. The shiny fabric of his expensive trousers hugged his thighs just as the suit jacket fit his body. He was fanatical about keeping healthy and looking good. If she didn’t know his age, he could pass for thirty-something years old rather than his actual age of forty-nine.
Betraying his good looks, his eyes were hard and cold when he looked at her. “The Humvee had a problem, and I sent Bolaji to the service centre with it. I was going to pick the children, but you got them.”
He walked off then, turning his back to her, and not waiting for her to reply.
She clenched her hands into fists and bit back a growl. Heels clicking against the paving stones, she hurried to meet him under the portico.
“Did you send someone to pick Yomi from school today?” She lowered her voice, and tried not to let her anger show.
“No.” Lekan tapped at the wooden slab.
“A woman named Miriam was there today, and she claimed you sent her to pick Yomi. Yomi said he knew her from the church. But if you didn’t send her, then why the hell was she trying to take Yomi?”
“Will you stop using that word all the time? I’ve warned you about it,” Lekan said in a low threatening voice. Menace ringed his narrowed eyes and, the muscles of his neck bulged.
Shoulders stiffened, she glared back. They stood outside, visible to anyone driving or walking past. Her respectable husband would never do anything to spoil his image in public. Not like behind closed doors…
“That is not the point,” she said, biting back the emphasis she wanted to put onto the statement. Her prominent pastor husband didn’t want her using the word ‘hell’ or any other curse words privately or publicly. Well, to hell with him. “This is about our son who was nearly kidnapped today if not for the intervention of another parent.”
He rolled his eyes in disdain. “Kidnapped? You can be so melodramatic. The woman was probably there to pick her child and said hello to Yomi, and you want to blow it out of proportion. You’re losing your mind. You need prayers, Kike. Serious prayers.”
Her husband’s mocking words slapped her in the face. Typical of Lekan. He derided her and made her feel as if she had lost her mind. He destabilised her life. Sometimes, she even doubted her sanity.
Before she could respond, the front door opened, and Yomi rushed into his father’s arms. “Daddy! Welcome home.”
Kike closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath as her hand clenched around her keys. She lifted her eyelids and plastered a smile on her face.
Her son’s life had been threatened today. She couldn't discount it, even if Lekan did. She had to do everything possible to keep him safe.
A car horn sounded, and she glanced backwards to see a dark red Range Rover pulling up to the adjacent house on the right. Their neighbour had returned.
Her mind turned to another car of the same make and to what Yomi had said about Mr. Banks. The solution to her worried came to her. She would make Lekan increase their security whether he liked it or not.
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