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Captive Heart: Hearts In Peril (Episode 37)

Posted by on September 24, 2016.

Four black police jeeps sped along the road, sirens blaring as they darted in and out of the evening traffic. Cars moved out of the way, their drivers grumbling about the Nigerian police and their wild driving.

As the jeeps whizzed past a roadside kiosk, a woman seated beside a heap of baked bread shook her head and yelled to her neighbour.

“See as them dey speed. Nothing dey happen o. They just wan make noise.”

But she was wrong.

Inside one of the jeeps, Lionel was perched on the edge of the back seat, willing the car to move even faster. Beside him, Inspector Babalola looked just as concerned.

“What if she’s already at the hospital? Has anyone tried to call the bodyguards again?” Lionel asked.

“My men are still trying. The mobile phone network service there seems to be poor. Even the hospital lines are not going through.”

“Maybe they’ve tampered with the lines o.” the driver of the jeep volunteered.
Inspector Babalola shot the man an annoyed look. “That’s a little far-fetched. Mobile phones too?”

The driver fell into a shamed silence and Lionel returned to his thoughts. With the help of the mobile phone service provider involved, the police had traced the phone line of Bernard’s female accomplice and now knew who the mastermind of the kidnap plot was. They just had to get to the hospital before she or any of her hired thugs hurt Helen.

Lionel hoped they would make it on time.


In the hospital room, just as the pillow began to press down on Helen’s face, the room door creaked open. The woman snatched the pillow off and turned quickly to face the person who had just entered.

There was a shocked silence, and then a surprised voice broke it.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

The bodyguard sitting outside Joe-B’s hospital room looked up and frowned as the door beside him opened. Joe-B shuffled out stiffly, his muscled body looking ludicrous in a hospital gown.

“You really shouldn’t be out of bed, my friend.” The guard said, pointing his chin at Joe-B’s bandaged chest and the arm which was cradled in a sling. “You look like crap.”

“Thanks.” Joe-B replied sourly. “I actually feel pretty in this lovely green dress.”

The other man let his gaze fall to Joe-B’s muscled, hairy thighs jutting out from beneath the hospital gown. “I wouldn’t call that pretty, dude. Go back into the room before someone’s child passes and you scar them mentally.”

Joe-B frowned and made a rude gesture at the other bodyguard, but they both laughed.

“Melody, I can’t stay in bed and relax. I’m worried about Miss Helen Bassey.”

“She’s fine. Stone is watching her. No one gets past him.” the other man assured him.

Joe-B frowned, serious this time. “Nobody with guns can. But he’s not exactly a ten in the brains department. If you don’t mind, I think I need to check on him and Miss Bassey.”

Melody stood up. “You, are not checking anything. You can hardly walk.”

“I’ll crawl there if I have to.” Joe-B threatened.

The other man threw his arms up in exasperation. “Did the drugs they gave you turn you into a child? For goodness sake! Fine. If it will make you keep your muscular butt in bed, I’ll go check.”

“Thank you.” Joe-B said, with a smug smile. “I’ll wait here till you return…”

Melody crossed his arms, his muscles bulging in the sleeves of his black t-shirt. “Get back in that room or I won’t go.”

He remained there, scowling, until Joe-B raised a hand in surrender and shuffled back into his room. Then he strolled off to check on Helen, muttering crossly beneath his breath. Two attractive nurses walked past him and he slowed down to admire them, grinning as he watched them walk away, thinking that perhaps bodyguard duty in a hospital wasn’t such a bad job anyway.

He rounded the corner to Helen’s room and saw Stone, the bodyguard assigned to her, reading a newspaper.

“See as you dey hold that thing like say you sabi read.” Melody said, laughing. “Stop deceiving yourself.”

“Big words from a man with such a pretty nickname.” Stone scoffed, eyes still riveted on the newspaper. “Did you get tired of playing with your dolls?”

Melody laughed, used to the insult, and gestured at the room door. “How’s she doing? Joe-B sent me to check.”

The other man looked up and raised a brow. “Such checking o. Na him babe?”

“I wonder.” The other man laughed.

“She’s fine, last time I checked. Only a doctor can answer better.” Stone said, standing up and stretching. “Popular lady though.”

“The woman the client’s office said was coming is already here?” Melody asked in surprise.

“Yeah. I let her in not too long ago. It’s the second one that made my jaw drop. That body ehh, gosh… all those curves and…”

“Second one?” Melody interrupted, his brow wrinkling. “There was a second lady?”

“Yes.” Stone said. “I figured the more, the merrier.”


Inside the room, the two women faced each other.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Bukola asked the woman by the bed again. “And who are you?”

To Be Continue

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