Trinitatis 4 Part Three

She had rushed to the hospital after she had heard the news. Janet's battered, bleeding body was dumped in front of the migrant centre, as a warning to other erring merchants of her trade. The scene had started a pandemonium that night. Omoh got the news quickly since Janet was a popular girl.

She found her sister in the private ward. She was connected to tubes, her once flawless body was crisscrossed with ugly red welts, her face swollen and bruised.

"Janet, who did this to you?" Omoh wailed, tears streaming down her face.

Janet couldn't speak. Her eyes and lips were almost swollen shut. The pathetic heap Omoh saw on the hospital bed could not be her sweet, beautiful sister. Rage took over her. Pure, hot white fury coursed through her veins like liquid fire. It was so potent that she thought she would faint. Unaware to her, she had already begun her descent into the Dark World.

She knew who was responsible for her sister's pitiable condition. It was Michael. She swore to herself that she would make him pay dearly for what he did to her sister. Omoh knew from that moment onward that she would not know peace until vengeance was hers.

Michael had just sat through an early morning lecture at a school for migrants and was on his way out of the hall when he spied a pretty looking lady hurrying to leave. Immediately, he sized her up like a prize bull and decided that she would fetch good coin as one of his hookers. He caught up with her and tried to chat her up. The brush off that the girl wanted to deliver to him died on her lips when she saw his sheer size and the brutality of his looks. She immediately became more receptive. Michael didn't see Omoh coming at him from his three o'clock like a torpedo.

She struck him across the face with enough force to stun an ox. Michael was completely taken off-guard and nearly toppled over. The girl he had been chatting up immediately bolted to safety.

"You b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" Samantha screamed, her face contorted with fury. "I'll tear your heart out. How dare you touch my sister!"

Some male students managed to pull her off Michael before she succeeded in clawing his eyes out. As they dragged her, screaming and kicking, out of the hall, others tried to help him up. The place was in an uproar.

Michael's eyes blazed like hot coals. Though he did not speak everyone knew this could only mean murder.

That evening, Michael met his leader Harlequin in a bar that migrants normally frequented. To his disbelief his boss did not give him the approval to kill Omoh.

"You know the rules, Michael," said Harlequin with infuriating calm. "We do not strike civilians unless it is absolutely necessary."

"Well I think it's absolutely necessary, my reputation is at stake here."

"No it isn't. A girl attacking you is no big deal. Females do not warrant any kind of reprisal attack unless they work for us."

"She disgraced me in front of dozens of people!" Michael almost choked in rage.

"I said forget it. They are more important issues at hand. By the way you didn't get approval from me before raping that other girl, I'm going to sanction you for that. Dismissed."

Michael left Harlequin's presence, his blood boiling. No way was he going to let it pa.s.s. No way.

Samantha went to report the incident to the police. After being kept waiting for nearly an hour she was told that they would 'look' into the matter. As if the insult was not bad enough she was told that they would have to have proof that Janet was raped before further action could be taken.

Later in the evening she was plotting yet another course of action when a knock sounded on her door. Since it was still quite early in the evening for male visitors she didn't think twice before opening the door.

When she saw who the visitor was she stepped back quickly, all the blood drained from her face. It was the mysterious young man that had escorted her home on that crazy night: the man with tiger eyes.

Those eyes swept over her now, taking in her lush body that was barely clad in a tight sky-blue half top and a very brief pair of pink shorts. She wasn't even wearing a bra. She knew the tops of her nipples were showing over the low-neck line of her half-top. She thought to slam the door but he was already inside.

"Can I come in?" he asked. "I need to talk to you."

Omoh's mind was asunder. She wondered whether to scream for help. This guy probably had plans of breaking her neck. She eventually decided that if he wanted to do that he would have done it already.

"Er… okay" she stammered. "Please sit down."

She hurriedly tied a large, African print cloth round herself while she watched him perch on a bed. He was dressed entirely in black: t-s.h.i.+rt, leather jacket, trousers and ankle – high boots. He was no less imposing in the daylight. He was ruggedly handsome, well muscled with a quiet ruthlessness that just oozed out of him. She was in no doubt that he was a very, very, dangerous man.

"Let me get to the point," he said, watching her like a cat watching a wayward canary. "I want you to stop your mad quest for justice. It's too dangerous."

Omoh stared at him in disbelief.

"What?"

"I think you heard me."

"Who do you think you are?" she replied, her anger was.h.i.+ng away her initial fear. "You think you can just barge in here and tell me c.r.a.p?"

"Hey, take it easy. What I'm telling you is for your own good. These are very dangerous people you are dealing with. They are connected right up to the top in this town. Even the police are involved and so is the Sicilian mafia. If you continue messing around, they will kill you."

Omoh folded her arms and glared at him. Her eyes held him in utter contempt.

"Thanks for your friendly advice," she said, icicles dripping from her voice. "Now please kindly leave before I scream that I'm being raped."

The young man might be macho but he wasn't stupid. He rose to his feet and stared at her. His eyes were sad.

"I'm trying to help you," he said. "You don't have any chance against the people you are f.u.c.king with. Just back off and leave vengeance for G.o.d."

Omoh's eyebrows shot up.
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"G.o.d? That's very pious coming from someone like you."

"You don't know me. If you did you won't treat me with such disrespect and more importantly you would heed my warning."

"Then it's a good thing I don't know you. Get out, please."

The young man left without