(Chapter 22)

                 [Kemeil's pov]

  Waking up with Itrisha in my arms was the best feeling ever. My dick hardened against her ass, as I remembered how we fucked last night.

  The head of my dick was double bruise from the tightness of her vaginal walls, but if she open her legs right now I would be all up inside of her.

  I looked at the clock and at was two minutes pass six in the morning, the farmer would be here in a few minutes, I kissed my sweet puss on her cheek and got out of bed.

  Taking up my phone, I checked the outside cameras, I had connected them to my phone last night. Judging by the time span Itrisha spend across the fence I knew her smartass must have found something.

  Quickly taking a piss, I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Today will be a busy day, After Petran takes Lori to school, he will come back and work with the gardener clearing behind the fence.

  I want the land behind there to be farmed blending into the surrounding. Sleven and Jamie will be joining him, if they had heard not to walk thier, then they wouldn't have got it to do.

  A small gate will be added so it just looks like you are entering a garden.
That farmer was blabbering so much until I threatened him.

  He and his wife was greedy, trying to get different members of thier families to come and ask for things.

   Itrisha is too kind for her own good, she better start focusing more on herself, the children and me of course.
People like the farmer and his wife don't know how to be satisfied and grateful.

  I put on my dark blue jeans and a army green t-shirt, pushing my feet in my size eleven army green timberlands. Itrisha got out of bed, I looked at her sexy ass, while she put on her clothes.

  The rest of my clothes will be arriving today by Margaret, I'll be living with Itrisha again and I have no intention of leaving her side again.

  She doesn't know it yet, but I fucking love her and the children and I can't bare being away from them.

  Opening the back door I hung the key for the storeroom, on the storeroom door. Things are about to change I don't want any worker close to the house, in the evening I'll take up back the storeroom key.

  Walking around to the back of the storeroom, I hoisted myself over the fence. I went to the old shed we have fixed and cleaned out to collect my guns.

  "Morning," I greet the seven men staying here, "morning boss," they responded. I went to the gun armory and retrieve my two guns, I'll keep them with me when I was a hundred percent sure that Itrisha won't shoot my head off, she gets so mad sometimes.

  Stupid ass Sleven mocks me sometimes saying I'm afraid of my woman, I'm not, she's just difficult and loves to have her own ways.

  "Huh! boss, Sleven wants to know if you all are still heading to the wharfs at nine today?" Jamie asked, before I could respond his phone rang and his face lit up.

  He had met a nice black Kenyan woman recently and they have been fucking every chance he gets. That reminds me to make adjustments to his shift, so he could get some more free time before we head out next Saturday.

  It was not easy to get this place, the people didn't want to sell, but Chioma can surely do her job. The house was a dismantling shack we will fix up soon, but right now we'll just keep to the back so my guns and ammunitions have a home.

  "Oh fuck!" I heard Devin one of the guards whispered, I turned around and saw Itrisha walking around outside.

  She couldn't see through the glass but she was looking around, now how did she reach over the fence so fast.

  "Ha,ha,ha, somebody is going to get stabbed, look at how she is holding that knife." Trust Francis to be laughing at a time like this, I went back through the side door as she walked to the house at the front.

  Jumping over the fence I called her, "Itrisha! Babe," I called walking to the end of the storeroom like I just came here and was looking for her.

  I went to let the farmer and his wife in through the gate, I had chained and locked it yesterday evening. I walked back up to the house and Itrisha was inside preparing breakfast, while Lori was getting ready for school.

  Going into my study I opened my phone and replayed the camera, of course she saw me, I laughed to myself, "this woman," I murmured.

  She had activated back the camera that pointed to the fence line, but it does not show behind the storeroom. That's one more thing to my to do list.

  I called Sleven, "yeah boss," he answered. "Fuck you want to know if I'll be at the wharf at nine for? shouldn't your stupid ass already be here and sweating?" I asked him. "I'm on my way." he said and hung up.

  I asked Itrisha to put my breakfast in a dish and drank my tea. I kissed my twins and kissed her deeply a couple of times before I left.

  Everol drove us to the wharf, Reneize and a few others were coming in today and we would be putting things in place for them to disembark without being seen.

  In all thier were twenty one of them including children, I don't know where I'm going to put them yet. Chief Anlong has been wreaking havoc on most of who resides in Uraguay near where we live.

  Trying to save all lives, I sent for them, he had found out that the land belonged to my father and that's where we used to reside.

  The underground and houses at the vine overgrown part of our lands was still secure, but I heard he destroyed everything standing to the front, where we once lived.

  Mariah thinks I'm stuck on a ship out in the ocean, but she'll soon get what's coming to her.

  The women and girls she sells, thier pussy's are more tighter than hers. She is very heartless I thought she only had her hand in the drugs and guns but her hands were in everything dirty.

  Her father is hard to reach, but I know I will fucking kill him one day.
It was hard to sell the drugs I snagged from him, I guess that was one of his biggest shipment.

  Since Rye is no longer a bumb in the road to creep over thanks to me, he has doubled up on everything. With no law or government stopping him, he has spread his wings wide.

  Thinking we would have a little more breathing space, after getting rid of Rye and his bunch, turns out We're just starting the bigger war.

  The good thing was he wasn't looking for me in Africa, he was searching for me in everywhere else and I would like to keep it that way.

A week later

  Itrisha is going to be so pissed, when she finds out that I've left the country. But we got a hint on Chief Anlong's next shipment and we are going to steal it.

  With the christmas holidays drawing near, I want to be able to give everyone some money. Our last wine shipment had been confiscated in the middle of the ocean and I knew it had to be Chief Anlong by Mariah.

  I didn't chance shipping anymore, my mother cried so much when she found out. Like the few of us who deal with the financial part of the business, she, Evorol and Mishand is worried.

The few business outlets we have still running under different names in Uraguay aren't bringing in that much funds.

  Sometimes I feel like I've been working for nothing, all my hard work and we still live a little above peasants. Prrrrrruuuuuppp!!!

  Why the hell are coast guards stopping the ship? I wondered, we have been sailing for over twenty hours now and not yet close to our destination.

  Devin who was being a look out came in. "We've got to hide som'n is up." he said, not wasting any time we head to the bottom of the cargo ship we were travelling on.

  It was too risky travelling by plane. I screwed on my gun silencer, and beckoned the others to do so. Passing the coal workers we hid behind a piece of iron erected by them.

  It was hot as hell and any wrong move one could lose thier life. We stood behind it all seven of us, me, Crushnar, Sleven, Petran, Jamie, Francis and Devin.

  No one would dare come to where we were, it was suicide to even think it. We each had a knapsack with two change of clothes and me and Sleven were holding up a bag of guns and ammunitions.

  We were travelling light, we heard the door of the trapdoor bordering off the coal compartment open, I held my breath has I got out my gun.

  I was dripping with sweat but if I was going to die, I wasn't going down without a fight. The heat from the furnace burned my eyes and they watered I shut them and use my ears.

  "Anyone here that shouldn't be," I heard a baritone voice of a man asked. "No sir." The head man of the coal workers answered.

  After a few minutes the trap door shut again, but we waited as badly as my feet were burning we had to wait.

   The head worker came and I holstered my gun, he and two others moved the iron and we went to stand in a far corner not chancing to go out yet.

  He brought water to pour on our feets, then went back to his task, the ship started a few minutes later but we stayed where we were.

  The head man went up to the captain after a while, he would report back to us, we have travelled on this ship more than once.

  It was a dangerous chance, since cargo ships are sometimes stopped and searched, but never out in the middle of the ocean, something smelled fishy.

  The ship started to move again and by the captain's order through the intercom the men begin to work again.

  Signalling to my team I opened the trapdoor and we filed out, I went to the side of the ship instead of going back up.

  We moved stealthily through the passages, Devin who was light on his feet our most impressive scout, took the lead and went ahead of us.

  Booted feet were heard coming down from the floor above us, Devin signalled for us to come and we heard the trapdoor open below us.

  We had just reached unto some containers carrying goods when we heard. "Search everywhere, they couldn't have gotten far."

  The ship was sailing so that only meant two things, who ever was searching hadn't leaved off the ship and the head of the coal workers may have ratted us out.

  They would find us if we stayed where we were, the booted feets went in the direction we had been heading. After chancing a look down, we cautiously and quietly came down off the top of the containers.

  We aim for the cargo doorway and climbed the ladder heading to the top deck, the breeze hit us like a cold whip when we came up. We looked at each other we knew what we had to do, we all know the risks and what we were about to do.

  Pointing to the coast guard ship behind, we jumped off the side of the ship two by two. I couldn't see if everyone was alright, I readied myself to try and get unto the sailing coastguard ship behind us.

  It was barely going two knots behind the cargo ship which means they were waiting for a signal. I sprang up onto the side, wondering if anyone saw us jumped from the ship.

   Finally getting my feet up then over the rail I ducked down and took out my gun. Spotting two coast guards on this USCG 110' Island class patrol boat.

  I looked out into the dark water and could barely make out a few of my friends head bobbing up and down, I would have to hurry.

   The coast guards didn't see us because they were busy chatting, they weren't even paying attention to the ship ahead of them. They looked and speak like pakistanis.

  I screechied up on them. "You put your hands where I can see them and you I'm giving you one to jump off," they were frightened looking at me like I was a ghost.

  "One," he went to the rail while I had my gun pointed at the one in front of me. "Don't get shot from a shark in the water," I said, "now jump mother fucker." And he did. "Now tell me how many men just board the cargo ship?" I asked.

  He stood thier looking at me, "keep your fucking hands up and walk to the rail," he did, "do I need to repeat?" I asked. "Twenty including the chief." He stammered out.

  "Chief meaning?" I asked, "Ch-Chief Anlong, don't kill me!" He stammered out frightfully. "Turn the boat around and don't do anything stupid." I warned him sternly.

   "Hit the lights," I told him, I saw them after a couple knots back, keeping my eyes trained on him, I told him to stop, they all climbed in soaked like myself.

  It's for reasons like these, why we carry waterproof bags.

  "Did you see your friend?" I asked, "yes, w-we passed him a little way back in the water," he replied. "Do you think we should go and get him?" I asked the coastguard who was very nervous. "Yes sir," he answered.

  Francis took the helm, as I kept my gun on him while he helped up his coast guard buddy. I beckoned to Chrushnar and they tied them up while we questioned them, as the cargo ship sailed on without us.

  We werent out of the net yet, they would soon realized that the coast guard ship isn't following. Sleven came up to me, "it's an Indian coast guard ship.

  After questioning them we headed back to Kenya, they were from India and been working for chief Anlong a while now.

  They had left India after the chief got word that we had snuggled unto the ship from South Africa.

  From the hint we would have gone into Pakistan, these two coast guards would rather be our prisoners that return home.

   Fearing them and thier families may be lose thier lives, it would be better if everyone thinks they were dead. We would keep them as prisoners and released them somewhere when we can.

  The beautiful glow of the coming dawn shone across the skies, has we head for the shores of Kenya, two big coast guard boats popped into view, fuck!

  We unarmed ourselves and prepared to be arrested because we didnt see any way out of this knot. Francis killed the engine as they approached us and we held up our hands.

  Clut!clut!clut... We hit the deck as shots started to rain on us, "Francis!!!!!!" I shouted. He crawled to the helm and started while we scrambled for our weapons opening back fire.

  Turning the boat around with bullets raining was no easy fete, Francis struggled as we tried to cover him. Our prisoners were curled up on the ships deck.

  We managed to turned back out to see swinging close to the boat on the left, we rained bullets back at them, as Francis sailed away.

  "Save your bullets" I shouted to no one in particular, Petran was bleeding profusely, Sleven untied the coastguards and tell one of them to attend to Petran.

  The coastguard ships were still following us. Jamie took out the long range rifles and I took one, Chrushnar took another as we quickly put them together.

  Devin took the other coastguard to the helm of the ship so we could get directions.

  Taking out the coast guard steering the ship to my right, thier ship swerved heading into a northerly direction.

  The other one slowed after Chrushnar put several holes in it. "An Island shoreline coming up," Francis shouted.

  "How bad is he?" I asked, "he'll live," Devin replied. It was early morning when we reached the shores of Kiwayu islands. Francis ran the ship aground and we gathered our belongings taking any useful thing we think we may need.

  With Petran bandaged up and ready, we looked for a fisherman, we can not stay on this island. We wouldn't stand a chance so we head off into the bushes, seeking a hideout to rest and change.

  Changed, we walked towards the beaches on the other side of the island. No one wanted to risk taking us, so we rented a boat instead.

  The coast guards walked with us as we acted like a group of friends sporting, the rented boat headed back as we paid him off the owner. Though there's never a guarantee that they'll keep thier mouths shut.

  Which is why we came off near the border, we chartered a ride to the town of Mandera trying to cover our trail as much as possible.

  From thier we would call someone to come and get us, Petran was not doing so well from the bullet wound, that was shot through his lower abdomen and exited through his back.

  It was a tight squeeze of a ride with all of us, a motorist blinked the driver and he slowed. "I think there's police up ahead,"he said nervously looking at us.

   Another motorist slowed obviously his friend. " Hã," "jambo, polisi wako mbele, wanatafuta kila gari." "Polisi wakitafuta?" "Wanatafuta wahispania. Sawa asante rafiki yangu, siku njema.
("Hey," "hello, police are up ahead, they are searching every vehicle." "What are they looking for?" They are looking for spaniards."Okay thanks my friend," "good day."

  We turned around and turned off the main road, the driver booked us into a motel we paid him and took his number.

   He said to us. "One time I was in some deep trouble and a spaniard helped me, you have his face," he pointed at Sleven.

  Sleven looked at him and asked calmly. "What's that man's name?" "His name is Mr.Vaughn." the driver replied, "do you know where I can find him?" Sleven asked. "I believe he works as a tour guide at the Kakamega's forest reserve," the driver replied.

  "Can you take us to him?" Sleven asked the man, but he paused in thought before he replied. "I was wondering if he was alright since the news came out and soldiers were all over the place from yesterday, they are searching the forested areas close to towns." He finished.

  The news was touching but we have learned over the years to control our emotions.

  "Urghh!" The driver cleared his throat. "It was on the news this morning, that a terrorist group of spaniards, killed five Indian coastguards lastnight and made off with a huge amount of merchandise."

  "What a lying son of a bitch, what merchandise?" said one of the coastguard, Francis laughed. "Ever the exalting dramatic, that chief Anlong, fucking evil bastard."

   We talked with the driver for a while, gaining information on direction and about the country. He seems like a good man, working hard and trying to survive.

  A knock sounded at the door, and everyone paused, we looked at each other.

To be continued...

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