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Freddie Entangled
The Essien Series, Book 6
By
Kiru Taye
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Freddie Entangled
ISBN: 9781370274734
Copyright© 2017 Kiru Taye
Editor: Zee Monodee
Cover Artist: Love Bites and Silk
All rights reserved.
No part of this story may be used
or reproduced electronically or in print without written
permission, except in the case of brief quotations
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KT Press
Chapter One
Part 4
The visitor's car park lay almost empty, with only two other cars left. Neither of them happened to be the Toyota Prado used to ferry the kids to school and back, nor could the designated driver, Steven, be seen anywhere.
Had Lekan sent someone else to pick Yomi? If so, why wouldn’t the person wait for Ranti?
She grabbed her phone and dialled Steven’s number. It rang for a while, but no one picked up the phone.
“Did Steven call you to say he wasn’t going to be here on time?” she asked Ranti as she twisted to look at the girl in the back seat.
“No.” Ranti pursed her lips. “He didn’t call me.”
Kike started the ignition just as a dark Range Rover rolled past. She recognised Nike who waved at them, and Yomi waved back. Mr. Banks smiled at them as he drove past.
The man had appeared unassuming in his jeans and T-shirt. She hadn’t expected him to be driving a shiny, brand-new Range.
“Yomi, do you know what Nike’s father does as a job?” she asked, unable to stop herself as curiosity took hold. The man lived in Lekki, the same neighbourhood they lived in. That’s where Yomi had gone for Nike’s birthday party.
“Nike said her father protects very wealthy people and famous people,” her son replied.
“Really?” She pulled out of the spot and followed the Range down to the security barrier. Mr. Banks seemed to chat with the security man for a few seconds before driving off.
“Yes. He has a company, and many people work for him. Maybe he could protect you too, since you’re famous, Mummy.”
Kike’s heart clutched. Did the boy know that she feared for her safety sometimes?
She turned to give her son a smile. He beamed a grin in return. She reached out and caressed his forehead. The gateman waved as he lifted the barrier, and she went through. At the T-junction, she turned right and headed towards home.
“Thank you, sweetie. But right now, the person that needs protecting is you. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Don’t ever go anywhere with anyone unless I give my permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mummy.”
The drive home snagged into some traffic, as to be expected. Unfortunately, rush hour in Lagos lasted more than one hour at both ends of the day. But she managed to avoid some of it by using shortcuts.
They dwelled in a luxury 2-level, 3-reception, 5-bedroom mansion with swimming pool, theatre, and private gym surrounded by a low brick wall and vertical black metal rods and black wrought-iron gates, situated in an exclusive estate with similar houses.
Privileged? Yes, they were. But if only people saw what actually went on behind those walls…
At the entrance, she beeped her car horn to alert the gateman of her arrival. Seconds later, the metal barrier pulled apart, and she drove onto the driveway and pulled up to an empty spot. A bespoke Rolls Royce Phantom sat in a place, as well as a BMW X5M G-Power Typhoon. The Hummer wasn’t in its spot. Her husband had a ridiculous thing for big, supped-up cars.
She pressed the button to kill the engine and opened the car door. The kids got out, and the doors shut with thunking sounds. They both ran down the side of the house where the door would be opened by the housekeeper.
She stood ready to call out to the gateman and ask if he’d seen Steven when a car horn beeped outside.
Kike glanced through the fence and saw the car. The Prado with Steven. Where the hell had the man been to make him arrive late?
The gateman opened, and Steven drove inside, parking beside her Mercedes SUV.
Fury coursed through her veins as she marched to the door and yanked it open before he could. “Steven, where the hell have you been?”
“Madam, I’m sorry. Oga—”
“I told him to come and pick me up.”
She glanced at the darkened back seat then and saw her husband seated there.
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