"Good evening, I'm Zuri Jean, your host for tonight's edition of The Scoop, you are welcome. Just hours ago, the chairwoman of the national democratic committee, Jessica Marleine Desir also known as the power broker was shot during a live TV appearance…." The footage split to show Aunty Jessica's attack as the show anchor reported.
I sighed and took a sip of my drink.
We were gathered in her mansion, I and five other people excluding aunty Jessica, Isaac who was by my side and Arthur whose head I wanted to blow off the minute I saw him.
Another footage, the hospital was shown, capturing some of Vince's dead people and the commotion that happened yesterday.
"According to some eye witnesses, the Chairwoman was rushed to St Marie's hospital, where she received emergency treatment and more shocking is another attack directed at her in the hospital, just four hours after the first attack. The motive behind the attack is still unclear and questions are being raised.
Joining me now is Marcus Wilson, a renowned political analyst with deep insight in the political world and he will hopefully answer some of these questions. Marcus thank you for joining me on such a short notice."
Aunty Jessica groaned.
"Not Marcus," she sighed.
Ken Mallon, a known oil magnet and a member of the S family chuckled heartily.
"You're really in for it," he took a hit of his cigar.
"Thank you Zuri." Marcus adjusted on his chair.
"It's has only been a few hours but the internet is blowing up already. Marcus what is your take on the Chairwoman's attack?"
"The question is, who would dare go after Jessica Desir? In her position she has wielded significant power over the party and policy but isn't it fascinating that her power seems to extend beyond her official role? These attacks raises more questions about her and the forces at play," Marcus answered.
A scoff fell from my lips faster than I can contain it.
"I may kill this bitch after this show," Aunty Jessica groaned again.
Ruby Kane chuckled, alongside her husband, Joe, whose arm was casually slung over her chair.
"Footages of your attack is gaining traction," Isaac passed me his iPad and sure enough, there I was, my face on full display as I came down from my limo. There was Isaac and Arthur fighting too, Arthur's men ready to shoot and my altercation with Arthur. All of it were shot from perfect angles, as if someone took out their time to get these footages.
"If he gives you unwanted publicity, you won't be able to deal with him without blowing your cover. He's trying to set fire in the underworld, snuff you out while hiding his skin," Aisha Nana Kofi said.
Her hijab emphasized her stunning beauty, her black skin gleamed under the light, giving nuance to her reputation as a renowned cosmetologist with a beauty brand under her control.
"That's a good point, Marcus. The Chairwoman's influence has always been notable… and mysterious. Do you think this attack is related to her position or more personal?", Zuri asked.
"Honestly, I believe this is a game. Look at it this way, she could have been killed on the first attempt, I don't think they tried hard enough, the motive may not have been to kill her. I believe it's a direct challenge, someone somewhere is either powerful enough to play games with her or thinks they can get away with their actions. Now given her reputation, the raw power she wields, It's hard to imagine anyone taking on her without a significant backing or motive. She wasn't killed, I'd say we should expect a tug of power."
"Take down that shit and make sure it doesn't see the light of the day again. What information were your boys able to get on his whereabouts?" I asked Isaac.
"Led on a wild goose chase. We are currently watching Arthur. There has to be a lead from him if it's him supplying him."
My eyes snapped to Arthur who already has his eyes on me. They were searching, not a trace of the teasing glint that used to be in them.
I sighed and looked away, annoyed.
While the others discussed, I excused myself to the bathroom.
I sighed and held the black marble ceramic sink, a reflection of myself looking back at me. My eyes look tired and even though I try to hide it, the anxiety I felt inside was etched into my face.
The door opened and I looked at the mirror, to see who it is.
Arthur fucking Kane.
Instead of reacting like I usually would, a scowl lifted the corner of my lips as I glared at the man through the mirror.
He came behind me, not touching me, not saying anything, just him looking at me, his eyes roaming my body.
I watched as he lifted my wrist and turned it to show the little bruise I sustained yesterday after Isaac pushed me down. He further rubbed my fists, that were still discolored from my gym session.
"I wasn't there," he muttered, his thumb rubbing he spot.
My stomach turned, an unknown or rather, an unwanted feeling settling in.
Before he could say more, I snatched my hand from his own and turned around sharply. His hands were on my waist, holding me in place.
"I did what I did to save you. It was all I could do at the time. Hear me out Jane," he pleaded.
"Unhand me," I ordered lowly.
His hands squeezed my waist, in that familiar way he used to. My hand acted before I could think, the slap I gave him resounded in the whole bathroom.
"I hurt you, I know and I am sorry. From the minute I thought of divorcing you, I have been sorry. I will do anything to make sure you don't die but we need to work together," he gazed down at me, his hands by his side now.
"I don't care what your sentiments are and I don't appreciate you worming your way back but if you must stay, you'll learn to keep your paws and whatever it is you feel away from me."
I stalked him, my heels hitting the tilled floor with precision while he took some steps back.
"Are we clear?" I snipped.
He nodded at me but I wasn't satisfied.
"Words, boy!" I snapped.
Something flashd in Arthur's eyes, feral and lustful. His lips lifted in a subtle smirk.
"We are clear," he mused.
I sidestepped him and opened the door.
"Ma'am." He said.
I stilled, my fingers clenched on the door handle as my brain processed that one word.
I scoffed and went back to the room, where Marcus was still droning on about whatever came to his small mind.
"Alright boys and girls, let's get to the reason we're here. I need Vince Buchanan dead and I don't care how it's done. Your support is appreciated but I'll be kissing your damn feet when his head rolls down from his shoulders from our collective effort. You know him better than I do, what do we do?" I said as soon as I cane into the room.
"That's James Buchanan's child alright," Ken raised his glass.