LOVE AND BULLET
PART 2
The music pulsed like a heartbeat—loud, relentless, alive.
Ava didn’t blink as Obinna’s dark eyes studied her, his gaze sharp enough to cut glass. The cigar smoke curled between them like a silent challenge.
"Sit," he finally said, nodding to the empty space beside him.
Not an invitation.
A command.
Ava forced herself to move slowly, her hips swaying just enough to sell the act. Lola wouldn’t be nervous. Lola would own this moment. She sank onto the plush couch, the leather cool against her bare thighs.
Obinna didn’t touch her. Didn’t lean closer.
He just watched.
"You have five minutes," he said, his voice low. "Tell me why I shouldn’t throw you out."
Ava’s pulse spiked, but she laughed—a rich, throaty sound she’d practiced in the mirror for weeks. "Five minutes? Na wa o! You must think too much of yourself."
A muscle in Obinna’s jaw twitched.
Silence.
Then—
A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face.
"You’ve got mouth," he murmured. "I like that."
One of his bodyguards shifted, his hand resting on the gun tucked into his waistband. Ava didn’t miss it. She also didn’t miss the way Obinna flicked his fingers—stand down.
"So, Lola," Obinna continued, swirling his whiskey. "Who sent you? The cops? My enemies? Or are you just another gold digger?"
Ava leaned forward, letting her dress dip just enough to tease. "Maybe I just wanted to meet the famous Lion."
His eyes dropped to her lips. "And now that you have?"
"I’m… impressed."
Obinna chuckled, but there was no warmth in it. "You’re lying."
Ava’s stomach tightened. ****.
Before she could respond, the club’s doors burst open.
Chaos.
Shouting. Glass shattering.
Ava spun around just in time to see three armed men storm in—rival gang.
Gunshots exploded.
Screams tore through the air as people dropped to the floor.
Obinna didn’t flinch.
He simply reached under the table and pulled out a pistol, his movements calm, practiced.
"Stay down," he ordered Ava, his voice ice-cold.
But Ava wasn’t some damsel.
As the first bullet whizzed past her ear, she ducked, rolled, and—
BANG.
One of the attackers dropped.
Obinna’s head snapped toward her, his eyes wide.
Because Lola Adebayo wasn’t supposed to know how to shoot.
And definitely not like a trained professional.
Ava’s blood ran cold.
She’d just blown her cover.
TO BE CONTINUED...