The weight of Catherine's words settled like a storm cloud over Ochieng's mind. Someone was digging into his parents' past. But who? And why now?
His jaw tightened. His instincts screamed danger, yet a part of him burned with curiosity. The truth had always eluded him, buried under layers of deception, whispers of betrayal, and secrets left to rot.
Ochieng leaned back, his gaze sharp. "Who?"
Catherine exhaled. "I don't have a name yet. But I know this—it's not just one person. It's an organization. And they're moving fast."
Ochieng's fingers tapped rhythmically against the desk. His mind was already working through possibilities.
Was it one of the powerful families in the eight provinces? The government? The underworld? Or someone tied directly to his parents?
Whatever the case, he needed to move before they did.
The classroom buzzed with energy, but Ochieng had already detached from it. His thoughts raced. His parents' past… someone was after it. And if they found something, it could change everything.
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Ochieng stepped into the dimly lit garage, his black McLaren P1 waiting for him. The moment he slid into the driver's seat, his phone vibrated.
A message from an unknown number.
"You should stop looking. Some truths are better left buried."
A threat.
Ochieng smirked, tossing his phone onto the passenger seat. Whoever sent this clearly didn't know him. The more people told him not to look, the deeper he would dig.
He floored the accelerator. The roar of the engine echoed through the garage as he sped off into the night.
If someone thought they could stop him, they had no idea what kind of monster they were waking up.