Chapter 46

" I didn't do it alone. Your brother was on it too" she pointed her finger at my brother.

" Jake!" I gasped loudly.

" Yea. That's right he was behind the whole thing. If you punish me, you'll have to punish him too" she said proudly

" Is it true brother? Is what this bitch is saying true? Answer me!" I asked him sadly

" I am so sorry Marcus but it is true. " He looked down ashamed by his actions

" How could you do this to me after everything I have done for you. I thought we are brothers "

" You are a terrible brother ,that is why" answered Katelyn even though no one asked her.

" You ruined everything I have ever wanted. You ruined my chances at happiness" I growled.

" And you took the love of my life from me" retorted Jake.

" What do you mean by the love your life?" I Asked confused.

Jake remained silent but Katelyn decided to put an end to the silence.

" He means me ,dummy" she sneered.

" You" I pointed at her " do you mean her?"

" You know this already" said Jake.

" I had no idea you loved anything or anyone more than money. Congrats bro" I said .

" He loves me more than anything. He would do anything for me"

Katelyn really thought she had the upper hand. That woman had another thing coming.

" Well I have been meaning to ask you something, how did you recruit my brother into this?" I enquired

" He loves me enough to do everything I asked"

" So you mean like a dog"

" Fuck you Marcus"

" Like you could ever. Keep dreaming sweetheart" I sneered

She turned to Jake and grabbed his hand.

" Babe, are you going to let him speak to me like that? Huh?" She whined

" You brought this up Katelyn. Stop provoking him. Can't you tell he is already angry"

" I don't care if he is angry, you have to defend me"

" Let me interrupt this lovers quarrel or whatever this is. I am here to get answers " I paused " did you have something to do with the attempted kidnapping?"

" Some People can't stay dead" she mumbled

" What?" Jake's eyes widened in shock.

" I said some people can't stay dead. "

" Are you referring to Zawadi?"

" Who else would I be referring to dummy " she looked me up and down before she continued" I didn't think you could get this daft Marcus"

" Babe, what did you do? Is this what you meant by ' I will take care of it'" asked a confused Jake.

Apparently he also underestimated his woman.

" Yes that is what I meant. " She took his hands in hers " babe I had to protect us. I hope you understand why I took such drastic measures "

" I don't even know you anymore. How could you do this to her? What has she ever done to you" he ripped his hands from hers .

" Marcus is in love with her. That was all the incentive I needed. That woman deserved all this and more"

" This bitch! You are the one in trouble but you  insult me. Wow"

" Zawadi was the perfect scape goat ,if only she disappeared or better yet died like she was supposed to ,none of this would be happening " she clicked

" I wondered how you ended up with so much evidence against her. You did a really good job" I commended her.

" Thank you" she smiled

This woman is psychotic . How could she be smiling at a time like this. Didn't I have the upper hand at this stage or was I mistaken.

" So what will you do with us?" She asked

" Us??" I asked

" Jake and I "

We both stared at each other before we burst out laughing.

" What is happening?" She asked oblivious.

" Mmmh! how do we explain this....?" I trailed off

" What is going on?" She started getting scared, as she should have from the beginning.

" We were both in on it. Jake here was supposed to infiltrate your operation ,gain your trust and find the evidence we needed to send you all to jail"

" What!"

The blood disappeared from her face and she was left looking as pale as paper. Her eyes widened in understanding. She knew she was played. Her expression remained that of a suprised person for a while before she started smiling.

" Why are you smiling?" Asked Jake

She laughed for a long time like a crazy person and even had the nerve to shed a few tears.

" What is wrong with her?" I asked a confused Jake.

It felt like we suddenly lost the upper hand to her. What did she have on us?

" I don't know" he shrugged

" I am laughing because ,Ha! Ha! I might go to prison but a little birdie I know will not get out of prison alive"

We both froze on our seats. Who was in prison?

" Zawadi" I whispered

" You are right lover boy. It's a good thing she gave birth because otherwise, you would have lost two people instead of one. Have you said your goodbyes yet?"

I woke from my seat too fast, it fell behind me. I felt anger lick through my bones. She had gone too far.

" You can come out now" I yelled.

Police officers who were listening nearby rushed in. They cuffed her and led her away.  Before she went , she gave me one last murderous look .

" I might have ended up in prison but I still won Marcus. Do you hear me, I still won" she screamed as the dragged her away .

I unlocked my phone and dialed the wardens number. It went straight to voice mail the first time but I was not about to give up. Who sleeps this early? I called her two more times and by the fourth time she picked up.

" Hey, why are you calling me this late" she started reprimanding me.

" Zawadi is in danger. Someone in the prison was paid to kill her. Please help her" I begged

" Fine, come to the prison tomorrow" she said before she hung up.

I wanted to release a sigh of relief but I knew we were not out of the woods yet. What if she was already dead? What would I do then? What do I do?

I felt a hand on my shoulder rubbing in circles. I broke down in tears .  My stupidity will cost me my family. I deserved to be punished but not my son. My son deserved to be raised by his mother not me. My brother held me as I cried and saw my vulnerability for the first time.

I don't think he has ever seen me cry. After I felt better , I wiped away the tears and straightened myself. I had to be strong for what was to come. I left the house and headed back to the penthouse. Sleeping today will be nothing short of a miracle.

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At the prison....

I sat at my usual spot in the cafeteria. Most people were divided into groups. Whether they were friends or they were forced to work together by being here or they were family. This groups helped especially when it came to bullying or fights, you had someone to have your back. Well I was the loner in this prison.

I preferred being alone than being in a gang and being forced to do what the leader says . I was my own person and I was never good with following instructions. Even though I preferred being alone, I made a few friends around. Some owed me favours while I owed some favours. That is how it works here.

My roommate was serving today so she added a few pieces of meat in my food. I enjoyed the poorly cooked meal while I listened to the conversations around me.
When I was done ,I washed the plate and placed it on the basin.

I walked slowly to the washrooms to relieve myself before we were locked up for the night. I pushed the door to close as much as possible to allow some privacy . After I was done I went to the sink to wash my hands . Suddenly two big women walked in silently. I paid them no attention as I finished what I was doing.

" Wewe ni Zawadi?" ( Are you Zawadi?) One of them asked

" Nani anataka kujua?" ( Who wants to know?) I asked

" Ni yeye definitely" one whispered to the other ( it's definitely her)

" Mnataka nini na siwajui?"(what do you want and I don't know you?) I asked

" Tukona message kutoka Kwa Katelyn"( we have a message from Katelyn) said the smaller one.

"Sijui mtu yeyote anaitwa Katelyn"( I don't know any called Katelyn)

" Shauri yako"(that's your fault)

" Anyway her message was you should have stayed hidden"

Before I could respond to that ,one of them rushed to me and pushed me to the wall. She stabbed my side with a sharp object before she let go. They both shared a look before the ran away.

I touched my side and I felt a small sting. Bringing my hand to my face I noticed the blood. They shanked me. The blood started flowing from my side and soiled my shirt and pants. I was going to die in a prison and this time it was really happening.

I fell on the dirty floor but I kept my hand on the wound and applied as much pressure as I could. I still felt the blood drip inspite of my efforts. I started feeling lightheaded before I passed out on the dirty floor.