CHAPTER 3
*INSERT 3*PHILA.
I'm on the balcony looking at the view of my new hotel that I just launched.
In my hand it is a glass of whiskey.
The view is nice you can be able to sea the beach.
You would say I'm a proud man who just opened a hotel but no.
For me it's just a cover up, I need it to wash money.
I look over the hotel's pool and my mind trails back to that night.
What a night it was.
I can still remember how great and freaky that night was.
I haven't met someone who can reach that level and have never came across such in my entire life, that girl was fire.
Her perfume gets to me before she does taking me out of my thoughts.
I turn as I feel her hands on my back.
I shiver a bit.
Lydia: Babe it's time for your speech the guests are waiting and Mr Hamilton has been looking for you.
I nod then she turns to leave.
Yeah I forgot to say I'm married now.
Lydia is…well she a great woman for those who appreciate her.
We met 2 years ago and 6 months down the line we got married.
Honesty I don't even know why.
Before her I had only one night stands but when It got to her I decided to make her my wife.
He walks in and he is in a suit.
Ishmael: You look good.
I click my tongue and he chuckles.
I'm not a fan of suits I prefer casual.
Me: You're here to tell me the guests are waiting for me?
He shakes his head.
Ishmael: Mazibuko and his gang, they are a problem.
Me: What happened?
Ishmael: They are closing the roads we use for the cocaine trucks and they have killed 5 of your man you put on the bridges.
I clench my jaws.
Me: But the trucks have delivered right?
Ishmael: No, they took all of the cocaine that was in the trucks.
Me: That motherfucker I'm going to kill him, Ishmael call the Japanese and tell them we're sorry for the delay I'll add 10% on top for free.
Ishmael: Sure thing.
Me: Deal with Mazibuko, tonight I don't want to get my hands dirty.
Ishmael: Understood and ohh I found him, he lives at 035 Chamberlain road.
I chuckle.
Me: Thanks let me give that speech as soon as I'm done I'm going to grace him with my presence.
Ishmael: That's not all.
Me: What is it?
Ishmael: I found her she has a 3 year old daughter and she's still studying at UFH.
Could it be? No.
Me: Is it possible that she might be mine.
He nods.
Ishmael: She's yours.
Me: Email me everything and book a flight for tomorrow.
Ishmael: On it.
He turns leaving me there and I gulp the whiskey in one go.
I have a child and I didn't know.
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