The devil who loved me - Chapter 93

We were flagged down by some road side cops before Ago-iwoye’s first bridge. Two police with their worn out rifles stood at each side of the car.

Jafar wound down his glass, I did same to mine…

Jafar: Oga goodmorning…

Police officer: goodmorning, where una dey go?

The other Police officer leaned over my glass, he was staring at his phone and his partner at intervals as the other interviewed Jafar.

Jafar: Ilishan

Police officer: lemme see your papers..

I was getting infuriated, policemen were among the most corrupt people I had ever common across, I suspected they wanted money and were just stalking.

While Jafar got the papers, I turned my head to take chewing gums from the bag I had at the back seat when I heard Jafar say “f–k!”

I turned to see what had startled him, only to see that the Police man at Jafar’s side had stepped back and corked his gun, ready to fire at him. Jafar swerved to the right, knocking the police man to my right before stepping hard on the accelerator..

Jafar: They are death squads!

Me: oh my God..

The policemen started firing, shattering the car glass…we kept moving with top speed. I turned back to see if we were being followed but we weren’t. Just when I had thought things were normal!..

Me: who sent them?….

He didn’t answer me, that was when I noticed the car was moving awkwardly…

Me: Jafar what is wrong?

He tried to smile but couldn’t…beads of sweat collected on top of his brows. Immediately I knew something was wrong. He tried to keep driving but he couldn’t, the car slowed down…his turned to the right, squinting his eyes..

I reached over to him, his head slowly slumped against the steering.

That was when I saw it.

His back was soaked in blood, about five darker spots showed where the bullets had pierced him. His leather seat was filled with blood…

Me: baby! baby! what do I do…tell me…what do I do!

He tried to talk but blood gushed out of his mouth…so he just smiled…a sad smile….

I came down from the car, went to his side, and pushed him with all my might to the other seat. My gown was smeared with blood..

I kept repeating those words as I turned back and drove towards ago…

Few minutes later he fell across his seat to my laps..i carried his head up with my right hand but there was no use, he came crashing down the same way…Then I knew without being told…

Jafar was dead.