CHAPTER 29

White lion's POV

I WAS BORN INTO THIS.

This was the only life I knew, the only life I was used to. The life of a gang member, then as a gang leader. At the age of five I was initiated into my Father's gang, 'the lions.' My father Agu Chidubem, was one of the first men to set up a gang in the city of Warri.

His gang had been known for violence and death. My father did the dirty works of all the politicians in the state. He was their call guy, their hitman, the assassin and my mother died from it.

My mother was nothing like my father. She was innocent, young, and good, but she had loved my father with every fibre of her being and every blood in her veins and that was what killed her.

The love for my father killed her. She had died in his stead, because of him.

The opposing party of one of his clients were after him at a time but he was one step ahead of them. He had always been one step ahead of his enemies, but he didn't think of my mother in the steps he took.

I watched her as my mother breathed her last on a dark Sunday afternoon when our house was invaded by three gun men and she was shot twice in her chest.

Something in me died then, so did my love for my father.

My father never remained the same again after the death of my mother. His soul died with her, his mind and his heart too.

A month later he found her killers and gave me the honour of killing the accomplice. He left the one who shot my mother for himself, he torturered him for months until he finally died then he burnt his body at our backyard. It was only then that my father found a bit of peace.

I promised myself never to love. Never to bring another woman into my mess. I didn't want anyone else to end up like my mum.

My dad was arrested years later and killed while trying to escape from prison and I was left alone to keep the gang strong. I was only sixteen and I was just done with High school. I looked just like him and many dared to say that I was him.

It wasn't easy running the gang. So many times I wanted to give up but I always came back to the violence, the bloodshed, the power, the politics and the deceit. It was all I knew and I had a good head for it all.

My father had always been one step ahead but I was always three steps ahead of all my enemies. So even at twenty one, I had it all even more than my father ever did. I renamed the gang, I made clients from all over the country, I started pushing drugs I did everything to matain the name of my family. 'The Lions' No one knew my real name. No one.

I did so many things but recruiting girls was never my style, but my men were hungry and thirsty for them. Business had been going on so well after my twentieth birthday and I had to thank them for it In someway. After all they were part of my success and my name.

I finally granted a meeting to hear of their complains and they did not hesitate in saying them out.

I was seated on my chair checking out the maps, searching for routes that could make for more easy progress when there was a knock on my door. I hissed and my face crunched in displeasure. I hated being interrupted when I was planning strategic things for business. It made me confused and in general disrupted my flow. I didn't like it when my flow was disrupted.

''Come in.'' I grunted. I put away the maps and documents. They were for my eyes only. I could give out any thing but not trust, not after some of my men had betrayed me in ways that I tried to forget.

The guys came in, all five of them. They were members of my inner circle, I consulted them before I made any decision. Their opinion was important to me although I had the final say and I could go against whatever they wanted. I was the boss through and through.

The Alpha.

''Boss.'' Marcus saluted. They all stood in a line armed to their teeth while they waited patiently for my order. ''Do we have the go ahead boss."

I threw my hair back swallowing, my throat bubbled, I was amused by their eagerness to go for this mission. "Yes of course Marcus. Just do a good job and leave no trace."