LOVE AND BULLET
PART 10
The revelation burned through Ava’s veins like acid.
She stood in the dimly lit basement of Obinna’s mansion, Emeka’s words still ringing in her ears. Your NDLEA planned for you to die. The walls seemed to close in around her, the air thick with the scent of damp concrete and betrayal.
Obinna’s hand was warm on her lower back, steadying her. “Breathe,” he murmured.
But how could she?
Every case she’d worked, every criminal she’d put away—had it all been a lie?
Ava turned to Emeka, her voice deadly calm. “Names. I want names."
The files spread across Obinna’s war room told a story more twisted than Ava could have imagined.
Bank statements. Secret meetings. Coded messages.
The NDLEA wasn’t just corrupt—it was controlled.
“Commissioner Dike,” Ava whispered, staring at a photo of her former boss shaking hands with a known cartel leader. “He was the one who assigned me to this case.”
Obinna’s fingers tightened around his whiskey glass. “He sent you to your death.”
Ava’s nails dug into her palms.
She had trusted them.
Fought for them.
Almost died for them.
And they had thrown her away like garbage.
Midnight found Ava and Obinna hunched over blueprints of NDLEA headquarters, their faces illuminated by the glow of a laptop.
“We hit them where it hurts,” Ava said, tracing a route through the building’s security grid. “Their evidence room. All their dirty secrets are stored there.”
Obinna studied her, his gaze intense. “You know this will make you an enemy of the state.”
Ava didn’t blink. “I stopped being theirs the moment they betrayed me.”
A slow, proud smile curved Obinna’s lips. “Then let’s burn it all down.”
Before dawn, Ava stood on the mansion’s rooftop terrace, the first hints of sunlight painting the Lagos skyline in gold and pink.
Obinna joined her, pressing a steaming cup of coffee into her hands. “Can’t sleep?”
She shook her head, watching the city wake below them. “Just remembering who I used to be.”
He turned her to face him, his thumb brushing her cheek. “You’re still you. Just stronger now. Wiser.”
Ava leaned into his touch. “And if this goes wrong?”
Obinna’s smile was all teeth. “Then we’ll take as many of them with us as we can.”
Dressed in stolen NDLEA uniforms, they moved through headquarters like ghosts.
Ava’s pulse pounded in her ears as she swiped her old keycard—still active, they hadn’t even deactivated it—and the evidence room door hissed open.
What they found inside made her blood run cold.
Row after row of seized drugs... except most weren’t seized at all. They were staged. NDLEA-branded packages ready to be planted on targets.
“This is how they control the market,” Obinna realized. “They decide who rises and who falls.”
Ava’s hands shook as she filmed everything with a hidden camera. **“Not anymore.”
Then—
The click of a safety being released.
“Freeze! NDLEA!”
Ava spun to see four armed agents blocking the exit, their guns trained on her chest.
And leading them?
Commissioner Dike himself.
Dike’s smile was oily, triumphant. “Ava Carter. I knew you’d come crawling back eventually.”
Ava didn’t flinch. “I’m not crawling. I’m here to end you.”
Dike laughed. “With what? Your little camera? Do you really think anyone will believe a disgraced agent and a drug lord over the word of Nigeria’s top anti-narcotics official?”
Obinna stepped forward, his voice a lethal purr. “They will when it’s broadcast on every news station in the country.”
Dike’s smile faltered.
Because behind him, on every computer screen in the room, the footage was already uploading.
Live.
TO BE CONTINUED...
LOVE AND BULLET
PART 10
The revelation burned through Ava’s veins like acid.
She stood in the dimly lit basement of Obinna’s mansion, Emeka’s words still ringing in her ears. Your NDLEA planned for you to die. The walls seemed to close in around her, the air thick with the scent of damp concrete and betrayal.
Obinna’s hand was warm on her lower back, steadying her. “Breathe,” he murmured.
But how could she?
Every case she’d worked, every criminal she’d put away—had it all been a lie?
Ava turned to Emeka, her voice deadly calm. “Names. I want names."
The files spread across Obinna’s war room told a story more twisted than Ava could have imagined.
Bank statements. Secret meetings. Coded messages.
The NDLEA wasn’t just corrupt—it was controlled.
“Commissioner Dike,” Ava whispered, staring at a photo of her former boss shaking hands with a known cartel leader. “He was the one who assigned me to this case.”
Obinna’s fingers tightened around his whiskey glass. “He sent you to your death.”
Ava’s nails dug into her palms.
She had trusted them.
Fought for them.
Almost died for them.
And they had thrown her away like garbage.
Midnight found Ava and Obinna hunched over blueprints of NDLEA headquarters, their faces illuminated by the glow of a laptop.
“We hit them where it hurts,” Ava said, tracing a route through the building’s security grid. “Their evidence room. All their dirty secrets are stored there.”
Obinna studied her, his gaze intense. “You know this will make you an enemy of the state.”
Ava didn’t blink. “I stopped being theirs the moment they betrayed me.”
A slow, proud smile curved Obinna’s lips. “Then let’s burn it all down.”
Before dawn, Ava stood on the mansion’s rooftop terrace, the first hints of sunlight painting the Lagos skyline in gold and pink.
Obinna joined her, pressing a steaming cup of coffee into her hands. “Can’t sleep?”
She shook her head, watching the city wake below them. “Just remembering who I used to be.”
He turned her to face him, his thumb brushing her cheek. “You’re still you. Just stronger now. Wiser.”
Ava leaned into his touch. “And if this goes wrong?”
Obinna’s smile was all teeth. “Then we’ll take as many of them with us as we can.”
Dressed in stolen NDLEA uniforms, they moved through headquarters like ghosts.
Ava’s pulse pounded in her ears as she swiped her old keycard—still active, they hadn’t even deactivated it—and the evidence room door hissed open.
What they found inside made her blood run cold.
Row after row of seized drugs... except most weren’t seized at all. They were staged. NDLEA-branded packages ready to be planted on targets.
“This is how they control the market,” Obinna realized. “They decide who rises and who falls.”
Ava’s hands shook as she filmed everything with a hidden camera. **“Not anymore.”
Then—
The click of a safety being released.
“Freeze! NDLEA!”
Ava spun to see four armed agents blocking the exit, their guns trained on her chest.
And leading them?
Commissioner Dike himself.
Dike’s smile was oily, triumphant. “Ava Carter. I knew you’d come crawling back eventually.”
Ava didn’t flinch. “I’m not crawling. I’m here to end you.”
Dike laughed. “With what? Your little camera? Do you really think anyone will believe a disgraced agent and a drug lord over the word of Nigeria’s top anti-narcotics official?”
Obinna stepped forward, his voice a lethal purr. “They will when it’s broadcast on every news station in the country.”
Dike’s smile faltered.
Because behind him, on every computer screen in the room, the footage was already uploading.
Live.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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