Chapter 90 The Explosion

Chapter 90 The Explosion
"You know me. This man is playing cards there. We're going to his table now," Nelson said.
He kept on briefing the gents on standby outside. I heard shuffling and figured we were at the table now.
"Gentlemen," Nelson announced.
Voices greeted back, and I was able to identify George's voice.
"What can we do for you gentlemen?" George asked.
"Just a game of cards so we can get to know each other. I'm Peterson K. Does it ring a bell?" I asked.
"It can't be! That man is dead!" George exclaimed.
"Excuse us, will you? We have a lot to discuss with Mr. James here," Nelson said.
"Who are you and what do you want?" George demanded.
"I did say I'm Peterson . Now listen, what you will do is follow us to the emergency exit, and we will be out of here. You and I are working together from now onwards, and you will tell us where the diamonds of your last shipment are, understood?" I demanded.
"I'm not doing that," George refused.
"You do still care about your daughter, right? Micayla, she's one fine dime," Nelson taunted.
"How do you know about her! I've kept her hidden and safe for years! Even I've never seen her before, and you know about her!" George yelled.
"That's why you were supposed to not have a child in the first place. Now we have her, and you have what we need. Just an exchange will be simple without any shed of blood," I stated.
"You will not kill my daughter!" George shouted.
He banged something which alerted the sirens of this place.
"Fk! We need to get out of here!" Nelson cursed.
"Kelvin! Kelvin! Can you hear me! Get out of there now! There are bombs in that room which are about to explode in a minute!" Vusi shouted through the earpiece.
"We have to leave!" I yelled.
I stood up, and Nelson held my hand. This is shit!
"I can't find a way out!" Nelson panicked.
"Fk! Vusi? Vusi?" I called.
I couldn't get ahold of him.
The bomb exploded, and we fell over. I couldn't feel Nelson's hand anymore. I was inhaling smoke, and it was getting heated. There's lots of fire, and I couldn't use my leg anymore.
"Nelson!! Nelson!!" I screamed.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
🤰 Shantel's POV
To say I'm happy would be an understatement. I am more than happy; I have no words to describe how great my stay has been so far in Langelihle. The people here are so warm and kind-hearted. Throughout the two-week stay we've had here, Emilia has showed us around the entire village of Langelihle. The project has been up and running. The building of the shelters have started, and we've seen the old shelter which some women stayed in, and it was just horrific. We gave them documents to fill in so we can make their files and look through them. We have put the word out on social media platforms, and the word has spread. Last weekend, Beauty, Kendra, and Loveness were here, and they met with the royal family and got to see how far we are with the project. And everything so far has been a success, I couldn't be more happier. I was watching TV as they walked in and made a lot of noise.
"It was so quiet when you weren't here," I remarked.
"Don't be a bore, plus we're leaving now," Simi replied.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"We're going to PMB. Wanna come?" Faith asked.
"No," I replied.
"Okay, we'll bring you and baby K goodies," Emilia promised.
They left, and I stayed and stuffed myself with food. I'm just 2 months and a week pregnant, and the baby bump is already visible. I'm always tired and eating, even when I'm not hungry, I eat. I didn't leave with them because I knew I was going to be a bore on their trip; I'll be tired when we've just only stepped into 2 shops. I watched movies, and there was a knock on the door.
"Coming," I mumbled.
Where are my shoes? I'm not walking such a distance without my shoes. The knocking continued; this person has no patience.
"I said I'm coming!! Gosh!" I yelled.
I walked to the door with one slipper on, and I opened.
Gosh.
"Who is this guy and why is he so handsome?" I thought. He looked at me and smiled, showing his very white teeth and cute little dimple.
"Hi," I said.
"Hello," he replied.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Why is he looking at me like that? Why am I feeling my knees getting weak? Please speak before I just faint.
He clears his throat and digs into his bag.
"Hi, I don't know if I'm at the right house, but I'm looking for Miss Simi Paul?" he asked.
"She stays here but she's not here at the moment," I told him.
"Okay, I will leave these documents with you. I was told to give them to her," he said.
"I'll make sure she gets them," I replied.
"Thank you," he said as he walked away.
He didn't even tell me his name.
"Excuse me! Hey, hello!!" I called out.
He looked back. Gosh, his body.
"I didn't get your name... Who will I say these documents are from?" I asked.
"I'm just a messenger. These documents are from the old woman's shelter," he explained.
"Oh," I said.
"By the way, my name is Shine Bruce" he offered.
I nodded as he left. I was just starstruck. I watched him as he went to his car and drove out the driveway.
"Shine Bruce, cute name," I murmured.
I put the documents on the table and went through some of them. There was a knock on the door again; maybe he forgot something. I quickly went to the door and opened.
Shit.
I bowed down, and he told me to rise. He walked in, followed by his bodyguards. He sat down, and I didn't even know what to do with myself. This man is so intimidating!
"Hello my daughter, you seem scared," King said.
"Uhm, my King, I...I...wasn't..." I stuttered. Damn, since when do I stutter?
He literally just laughed at me, and I found myself laughing too.
"Call me dad just to make things easier for you. Where is that chatterbox of mine?" Nkosi asked.
"She went to PMB with Faith and Simi. What can I offer you, something to eat or drink, Dad?" I offered.
"Something to eat, I don't eat sandwiches," Nkosi stated.
That meant I had to cook.
He changed the channel and watched soccer. Wow.
I went to the kitchen and started cooking for him and the guards. I gave them snacks in the meantime with juice. He came to sit at the kitchen counter while I cooked. This is so awkward.
"How's the baby?" King asked.
"The baby is okay and growing. Thank you for asking," I replied.
"And Kelvin?" he asked.
"I don't know. I haven't heard from him since I moved here. We kinda broke up," I admitted.
"Let me guess, he didn't want the baby?" King guessed.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"I know a lot more than you think I do, my child. Being the man that he is and the type of world he is in doesn't allow him to have what his heart desires, nor is he able to live the life of a normal man. He chose that world, and there's no turning back," King explained.
Was he still talking about his blindness? He didn't choose his blindness? I was so lost. I was...