La Tormenta was a top-class night club right there in the paradise of Lekki. It was a large high building situated on a private street just off the super highway running through the length of the peninsula and could clearly be seen all lit up like a Christmas tree each night.
As with most top-class night clubs in this high brew section of Lagos, membership at La Tormenta was strictly for the rich, VIPs and celebrity class but the place was such a hit that a lot of other people who could afford it were always standing in line to get in. This Wednesday night was no different.
The two black cars, a big Toyota Camry and a Mercedes S-class car rolled up to the crowded wide entrance of La Tormenta and four big powerfully built men in suits jumped out from them. One of the men got the rear door of the second car open, the Mercedes, and a lovely light skinned woman climbed out. Big in build and very curvy, she was dressed in dark blue long sleeve top, black jeans and calf-high boots, her lovely long black hair falling all over her shoulders.
Helen looked around. She hadn’t been to the nightclub before but saw at once why her mother wanted it. The place was big and clearly very popular with the rich – even with a large parking lot across the street, the cars still overflowed, causing traffic confusion all along the street, and it wasn’t yet nine ‘clock. The place was positioned just right, not too close to the highway and not too far from it. The brightly lit wide entrance to the nightclub was clear for arriving members and visiting VIPs, most of whom were allowed to drive right up in their expensive cars, but the less privileged people stood in lines to one side where they were being thoroughly checked by tough looking security men in dark suits.
Helen saw that two other expensive cars had already pulled up behind hers, lights flashing as they waited to drop off their wealthy owners directly at the entrance to the nightclub. It must be an event night, she thought and headed for the wide front doors. Her men closed up around her at once, Bruce by her side.
The two black cars drove off at once.
Helen wasn’t a member of the club and so as she approached the wide glass door that were the entrance to the nightclub, a big man in a dark suit stepped in the way to stop her. Quick registration and a token payment was the solution for visiting VIPs.
Bruce took off his dark glasses and moved ahead.
The men recognized Bruce at once and cleared out of the way quickly. As the group walked past to the doors, the man put a hand to the communication device stuck in his ear and began to talk urgently.
The huge hall of the nightclub was crowded but the four big men had no problem clearing a path for Helen through to the VIP section. People got out of their way, even the nightclub’s security people who were at strategic points.
The VIP section was an elevated area with private booths and tables. There were just a few people there. Bruce led Helen straight over to a booth where she could get a good view of the higher floor where Johnny’s special guests were entertained. A wide flight of stairs led up to the higher floor area from the VIP section and two big men in suits stood at the foot of it.
Helen sat alone in the booth while her men stood around. A uniformed waiter hurried up quickly with a flute of Champagne, the standard welcoming drink for VIPs. Helen accepted the drink, waved the waiter away and sat back with her eyes glued to the upper floor. She began to sip at her drink, waiting.
In a minute, a man in dark designer shirt and trousers came hurrying down the stairs from the upper floor. He went straight over to the booth and had a quiet word with Bruce. Both men turned to Helen.
“This is Maxwell, Johnny’s right-hand man,” said Bruce. “He says Johnny has invited us upstairs to join him at his personal booth.”
Without a word, Helen put aside her drink and stood up. Maxwell led the way and she followed. Her men in closed up around her, protective and watchful. They went up the stairs to the upper floor. It was a big area overlooking the main hall. The guests, well-dressed men and women, were seated at well-spaced out booths – sofa-like seats closely arranged around low tables with bottles of wine. Jonny had a whole section to himself, four big white leather sofas arranged around in a circle. Dressed in white shirt and trousers, he sat comfortably relaxed on the longest sofa, two lovely women on either side of him, bottles of expensive wine on the table before of him.
Jonny was a well-built man in his early forties who kept himself very fit due to regular workouts both in the gym and in bed with his endless supply of women. Despite all that drinking, Johnny’s brain always stayed sharp and as his eyes took in the big-statured curvy beauty that was his visitor, he felt danger not desire. He knew the men surrounding her well, he’s seen them around another lovely but older woman and that encounter hadn’t ended well at all. Several of his men were already on their feet, alert. Maxwell had a worried look on his face as he led the group over.
Johnny snapped his fingers and the girls left him at once, moving over to another section. He watched the woman as the group approached.
“Hello, Johnny,” said Bruce with familiarity as he walked up ahead of Helen. “My number two boss wishes to have words with you. She’s my boss’s daughter so I would listen very carefully if I were you.”
Without waiting for an invitation, Helen sat down on one of the sofas across from Johnny, crossing her legs and fixing him with her cool lovely eyes. Bruce walked over to the low table before Johnny and helped himself to a bottle of wine then went to sit down on the other sofa next to Helen’s. He bit the cork off the bottle and took a drink directly from it as he eyed Johnny with interest, the old desire to kill him rising swiftly within his chest. His three men stood close by him and Helen. They were outnumbered by Johnny’s men who stood all around, every last one of them armed with a pistol in their suit jacket, but Bruce wasn’t worried at all. Johnny would try anything, he knew the terrible consequence all too well.
Johnny took his hateful gaze from Bruce and fixed it on the woman.
“What do you want?” he asked evenly.
“I want to make you a final offer for this club,” said the woman coolly.
“I made myself perfectly clear to your mother the last time,” replied Johnny. “My club is not for sale.”
The woman inclined her head slightly. “Perhaps, but everything has a price, every man his price. I’m here to pay your price for this club and it’s one you can’t resist,” said the woman. “We’re now tabling a twenty-five percent increase on our initial offer. In addition to this, you get to walk away alive and even take your cute baby mama and little daughter with you.”
Johnny’s face darkened. He tried to place the age of this woman. She couldn’t be more than twenty-eight yet so disrespectful and full of herself, exactly like her damn mother.
“Listen, young lady,” said Johnny, sitting forward. “I don’t know what the hell you think you can do but you are wasting your time. I can’t be touched, period. Go and ask you mother why if this fool wasn’t wise enough to enlighten you before hand.” Johnny waved a hand over at Bruce.
Bruce didn’t move a muscle.
The woman didn’t even blink or look away from him. “I know well of your connections with Chief Emanuel Onuoha, which is why I took care of it before coming here.”
Bruce took out a phone from his suit jacket and tossed it at Maxwell standing next to Johnny’s sofa. Maxwell caught the phone easily.
“Check out the on-screen photos,” said Bruce.
Maxwell took one look at the images on the phone and passed it to his boss with a very troubled look on his face.
Johnny stared at the phone a moment then looked at the woman. “You do realize what you’ve done.”
“Indeed, I do,” the woman nodded. “Chief Emmanuel will not be lifting a finger to help you now. You’re all alone and we’ll destroy you very quickly. My offer is good as long as I’m seated here, but once I get up and leave, that’s it.”
Johnny’s face darkened. “You and your mother think you people are powerful enough to grab everything in this city, don’t you?”
The woman smiled. “We are quite strong now, Johnny, and you will find that out when we take on your protector and his allies. And no, we don’t want everything in this city. We just this club of yours, and we are playing fair not grabbing. Take the money and walk away. Go build yourself another club somewhere else. We will not interfere with you as long as it’s not here in Lekki. You have my word.”
Johnny sighed tiredly. He thought quickly and reached a decision. “I want all the cash up front and I want protection.”
“Our lawyers will come to you tomorrow morning and fix the deal. But if you want protection, you must become our loyal ally.”
Johnny nodded. “I want to be that.”
Johnny sighed again. “Ever since your mother made her interest known in this club, I always knew I would lose it eventually. Her power has been spreading too fast and her fairness to her allies is well known.” Johnny shrugged. “Let’s just say Chief Emmanuel is not that way, which leaves me dissatisfied in many ways.”
The woman nodded. “After the deal is done with this club, you will be told what to do. Now, I will leave you now to run the affairs of the club for just one more night.”
She stood up to leave and Bruce got up too, putting away the bottle he held on a side table.
Johnny stood up at once. “Why don’t you stay put a while and let me entertain you. We have a wonderful show coming up tonight.”
“Thank you, Johnny, but I don’t mix business with pleasure,” replied the woman coolly.
“You never told me your name, you know.” said Johnny , his admiration clear.
She smiled at him. “That’s because you were an enemy. You can call me Ms. Benson. Your fist task for us is to call Chief Emmanuel and tell him we have his son. Keep us directly informed on all his moves if you can.”
Johnny nodded. “I will do as you ask.”
Without anther word, the woman turned and walked away.
Her men followed closely after her.
To Be Continued…..
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