Chuka’s fists clenched.
—“That night… there was someone else. A man.”
Adanna didn’t deny it.
—“Yes.”
—“Who is he?” Chuka demanded.
Adanna tilted her head.
—“Someone who is very interested in knowing why you’re still breathing.”
The air turned heavy.
Dangerous.
—“You should have stayed hidden,” Adanna continued. “You survived by luck. But luck doesn’t last.”
Chuka stepped closer to the table.
—“I didn’t come back for luck.”
—“Then why?” she asked.
His eyes burned.
—“Proof.”
For the first time, something flickered across Adanna’s face.
Uncertainty.
Chuka reached into his jacket slowly.
Adanna tensed.
—“Careful,” she warned.
He pulled out a small flash drive and placed it on the table.
—“Everything is here,” he said. “Accounts. Names. Transfers. Even the night they tried to kill me.”
Nneka stared at it like it was a bomb.
—“You kept it… all this time?”
—“I had to,” he said. “It’s the only reason I’m still alive.”
Adanna’s gaze locked onto the drive.
For the first time—
She looked afraid.
—“You don’t understand what you’re holding,” she said quietly.
—“Oh, I do,” Chuka replied. “It’s the end of your family.”
Adanna leaned back slowly.
Then… she smiled.
Not nervously.
Not weakly.
But with terrifying calm.
—“No,” she said. “It’s the end of yours.”
