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IN THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST I HEAR THE SOUND OF ABUNDANT BLESSINGS COMING YOUR WAY IN JESUS NAME

LOVE AND BULLET
PART 3
The gunshot still rang in Ava’s ears.
Silence.
Then—chaos.
The club erupted into screams as people stampeded toward the exits. Glass shattered. Chairs overturned. The smell of gunpowder burned Ava’s nose.
But she didn’t move.
Neither did Obinna.
His dark eyes locked onto hers, unblinking, as his men trained their weapons on her. The pistol in her hand suddenly felt like a death sentence.
******. Reckless. Deadly.
She had broken her cover in the worst way possible.
"Drop it," Obinna said, his voice terrifyingly calm.
Ava hesitated. If she surrendered, she was dead. If she fought, she was dead.
Her fingers twitched around the grip.
Obinna tilted his head slightly. "Last chance, Lola."
The way he said her fake name—like it was a joke—sent ice through her veins.
Slowly, Ava lowered the gun to the floor and kicked it toward him.
Obinna didn’t pick it up. He just stared at her, his expression unreadable. Then, without breaking eye contact, he jerked his chin at his men.
"Bring her"
The ride to Obinna’s compound was silent.
Ava sat sandwiched between two armed guards in the back of a black SUV, her wrists bound with rough rope. Outside, the Lagos night blurred past—neon signs, crowded streets, then nothing but darkness as they left the city behind.
Her mind raced.
Had NDLEA been notified? Was backup coming?
Doubt gnawed at her. No one knew where she was. No one was coming.
The SUV finally rolled to a stop in front of a massive gated mansion. Floodlights cut through the night, illuminating armed men pacing the perimeter.
Ava’s stomach twisted.
She was in the Lion’s den now.
Obinna’s study was all dark wood and cold luxury.
Ava was shoved into a chair, the ropes cutting into her skin. Obinna stood by the window, his back to her, swirling a glass of amber liquid.
"Who are you?" he finally asked.
Ava lifted her chin. "You already know my name."
Obinna turned, his eyes glinting like a predator’s in the dim light. "No. I know the name you gave me. Now I want the truth."
He moved closer, his expensive cologne wrapping around her. "Because the Lola I investigated doesn’t know how to shoot like a trained killer."
Ava’s pulse hammered.
Obinna crouched in front of her, so close she could see the faint scar above his eyebrow. "So I’ll ask again. Who. Are. You?"
Ava swallowed hard.
Then—
She headbutted him.
Obinna staggered back, blood trickling from his nose. His men surged forward, but he held up a hand, laughing darkly as he wiped his face.
"Ah! This one has fire!"
He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "I like fire. But I also know how to put it out."
Ava spat in his face.
Obinna’s grip tightened. Then, to her shock, he smiled.
"We’re going to have fun, you and I."
TO BE CONTINUED...

Do you remember how beautiful she was.

Do you remember how beautiful she was when you took her out for your first date?

Well .... she is still the same woman you laid your eyes upon that particular night, many years ago.

The only difference now, is she has given you children, she has given you a life, and she has blessed you with a family.

As a man you should appreciate every stretch mark and scar that comes with motherhood.

The beautiful striatons symbolize the journey of motherhood and are a tattoo of that precious moment in time.

They not only represent the pain she went through for countless months on end, but are a beautiful reminder of her undying love for you.

So always remember how blessed you truly are to have a woman in your life that has given you something that is more precious than anything in existence.

~ Cody Bret

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LOVE AND BULLET
PART 4
The air in Obinna’s study was thick with tension—heavy like the Lagos humidity before a storm.
Ava’s wrists ached from the silk scarves binding her to the chair, the fabric deceptively soft but unyielding. Obinna stood before her, his shadow stretching long across the polished mahogany floors. The scent of his cologne—something expensive, something dangerous—mixed with the faint aroma of aged whiskey from the glass he swirled absently in one hand.
“You’re not very good at this, detective.”
The word hit her like a slap.
Ava’s breath caught, but she forced her face to remain blank. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Obinna laughed—a deep, rich sound that sent an unwelcome shiver down her spine. “Your lies are getting boring.” He set the glass down with a quiet clink and circled her like a predator sizing up its prey. “Let’s try this again. Who sent you?”
Ava clenched her jaw. “Go to hell.”
He stopped behind her, his breath warm against her ear. “Already there, sweetheart.”
Then—
His fingers brushed the nape of her neck, tracing the delicate chain of the necklace she wore. Ava stiffened.
“This is nice,” he murmured, his thumb grazing her skin. “Too nice for a runaway socialite.”
Before she could react, he yanked the chain—hard. The clasp broke, and the pendant clattered onto the desk.
Ava’s blood ran cold.
The tracker.
Obinna picked it up, examining the tiny device hidden inside the locket. His expression darkened. “NDLEA? Or are you working for someone else?”
Ava’s mind raced. If they knew she was compromised, her team would be moving in. But if they didn’t…
She was on her own.
Obinna sighed and pocketed the tracker. “No matter. They won’t find you here.” He leaned down, bracing his hands on the arms of her chair, caging her in. “But since you’re so determined to play spy…”
His lips curled into a smirk. “Let’s play.”
The Rules of the Game:
1. No lies. Every time she hesitated or refused to answer, he removed a piece of her jewelry—each one hiding another tool or weapon.
2. No mercy. For every truth she gave, he would share one of his own.
3. No escape. The doors were locked. The windows bulletproof. The only way out was through him.
Ava’s earrings went first—tiny listening devices. Then her bracelet—a lockpick sewn into the lining.
By the time he reached for the hidden blade strapped to her thigh, her dress was slit open to her hip, his fingers trailing far too close to bare skin.
“You’re enjoying this,” she hissed.
Obinna paused, his gaze flicking up to hers. “Aren’t you?”
Ava hated the way her pulse jumped.
The Truths Unfold:
She admitted she was NDLEA.
He admitted he’d known for days.
She confessed she was sent to dismantle his empire.
He revealed he’d let her get close.
“Why?” Ava demanded.
Obinna leaned in, his lips a breath from hers. “Maybe I wanted to see how far you’d go.”
Then the power went out.
TO BE CONTINUED...

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They will tell their group what you did and they will beef you for years. They’ll pass it down from generation to generation until you move out of that area.

They will **** on your clothes outside, your cars and anything that belongs to you.

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