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...