Chapter 19

Newlands Estate, Newlands, Cape Town.

It was not yet light as the sun rose a little late during winter in Cape Town. Soon it will be the turn of the season. Twenty-one September was a few weeks away, and the slow change of season could be seen as the day dawned around 07:55, and not like in the heart of winter at around 08:10. The days were getting longer.

Outside the misting rain continued as it had throughout the night. Everything felt wet and clammy, even the bedding. I suppose it was only one’s imagination, but still, it felt weird.

I was awake at my usual time, maybe a little earlier than usual. That was probably because, there next to me, was the most gorgeous nude body I could ever imagine. She felt warm and cuddly, but I refrained from starting anything. Last night she was a tiger, but now she slumbered like a kitten. She even purred.

I hated to wake her, but we had to be cautious of the discovery that she did not sleep in her own bed.

I turned to the pink nose that protruded out from under the sheets and kissed it.

“Morning Love...” She whispered without opening her eyes.

“I hate to wake you, but I think life is stirring in the house.”

“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn...” Bobbie replied.

Then her sapphire blue eyes went wide, she turned onto her back and stretched, and let the covers slip down to reveal that pair of double “A” size titties that almost disappeared while she stretched with her arms above her head.

She sat up and took her legs out of from under the sheets, revealing more of that gorgeous slender, almost boyish body.

“I better go!” she proclaimed, reached over and kissed me. I placed my arms around her, pulling her tight against me. She responded by melting her nude body to me, one leg going over me, possessing me.

“Hmm...” Escaped her lips as we kissed.

“I love you, Sweetie Pie.” I said after we broke the kiss, her face inches from mine.

“I love you too!” she whispered, jumped up and scrambled into her nightshirt and panties. Her ginger red hair cascaded in a gorgeous, tangled mess, but the blue eyes sparkled.

“Catch you at breakfast,” She huffed while hopping on one foot to get the other one through the panties leg.

“Don’t rush. Take it slow,” I cautioned, enjoying the vision before me. “The more haste, the less speed.”

“Bumping into someone in the passage might cause me some ‘splaining to do.” she giggled, then blew me a kiss and was gone out the door.

I sighed and got up as well. There’s a full day ahead.

As I got to the dining room, Roxy shot past me on her way out the side door.

“Hey Rox! Where’s the fire?”

“Morning Louis,” She panted, obviously in a hurry. “I got to run. We’re sweet out of eggs, and I need to get some, pronto!”

“This time of the morning? You think you’ll find a shop open?” I asked.

“Nah, I know someone at the Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens Restaurant. She’s already there and will sort me out...” she replied and was out the door. “We only need two dozen...”

I went on to find Ash, Angie and Lorie in the kitchen. Bobbie was humming as she busied herself firing up the coffee maker.

“Hi Louis,” Bobbie said over her shoulder to me.

“Morning, Bobs, Angie, Ash, Lorie...” I greeted, and was greeted back just as John and Jenny, followed by Darya, entered the kitchen.

“Hmm ... Someone did sleep well last night,” Jenny said, looking at Bobbie and putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Like a log, Mom!” Bobbie replied.

“Hmm...” Jenny commented. “Is that why your bed looks hardly slept in?”

“I was tired and did not move much during the night ... As I fell asleep, I woke up,” Bobbie said softly looking down at the coffee maker. A guilty blush spread on her cheeks, but not noticed by anyone. I was on the right side to see it and Bobbie shot me a sly shy smile.

“Where’s the blond team?” Angie asked.

“Still making their beds...” Darya replied.

“But we have hired help to do that!” Ash interjected.

“Yeah, you know those two, like we all were trained at home: Make your bed or get the belt!” Lorie retorted.

“There’s no belt around here...” Ash said.

“Oh, is that’s why my promised spanking is still outstanding, six years down the line?” Angie quipped, then blushed.

“He spanks you?!” Bobbie asked, with her eyes wide and her mouth agape.

“Nope! Just a teasing between us,” Angie replied.

“Oh, thank goodness! But that leaves me as the only one to go hide all the belts and wooden spoons...” Bobbie replied and blushed, then got busy with the coffee making process, not looking up. But I did catch the sly smile on her lips, and the teasing twinkle in her eyes.

Both John and Jenny looked at Bobbie and Jenny exclaimed: “We never spanked you!”

“Yeah, even I got promised a whooping by mister Ash here...” Darya said with a smile.

“Not by ME!” Ash replied. “It was Angie that promised you!”

“Now why would she do that?” I asked and was brought into the “adopt-Darya-and-Roxy” as daughters, saga. I just sat down on the kitchen island bar stool and smirked, trying to imagine Darya and Roxy as Ash and Angie’s daughters. Roxy maybe, but Darya’s a little older than Angie and definitely acts older.

“Where does that moca-devil linger? I’m starving, and she just had to pick up the eggs from that girl at the restaurant...” Ash wondered.

“Oh, she’ll come buzzing through the door any time now,” Angie replied.

“I’ll start the sausages and bacon in the meantime. TC and the rest will be here just now,” Lorie offered.

“Coffee is nearly done,” Bobbie announced. “Get your mugs ready!”

Still, there was no sign of Roxy. To get to the restaurant, pick up the eggs, and return should not have taken more than twenty minutes. She was gone for more than forty minutes now.

It was then when Ash’s cell rang.

“TC...” Ash said and answered. “Hi, Bro, what’s up?” Pause. “Where?” Pause. “Louis, and I are on the way!” Ash said and turned to me. “Come, Roxy had an accident...”

“Is she okay?” Darya and Lorie asked at the same time.

“I don’t know. It looked to TC that someone tried to run her off the road and fired shots at the car.”

“Shit. Ash, let’s go!” I shouted and was already moving.

Not a kilometre from the Newlands Estate along the M63, Rhodes Avenue, with the intersection with Kirstenbosch Drive, a sorry looking Range Rover stood steaming against an equally sorry looking lamp post.

There were two more cars pulled up beside it: the two Land Rovers of TC and his squad. A BMW, with the right side of the car ripped and deeply scratched, stood on the other side of the road against the low wooden fence of the Church of The Good Shepherd. There was also a fresh dent on the left back bumper of the BMW, with the left tail-light assembly shattered.

At first glance it looked like the BMW came shooting over the stop sign and hit Roxy’s Range Rover on the left side, causing her to veer off to the right and hit the lamp post. Lucky there was no oncoming traffic, else she would have hit the oncoming traffic head on.

I found Roxy sitting upright in the back of one of TC’s Land Rovers, being comforted by Bushy. She had a deep gash over her forehead, and a gash on her left lower arm. TC’s medic, “Swaps”, had tended to the wounds, and the bleeding had now stopped. Nevertheless, she was in shock.

“Louis!” Ash called me over to where he was speaking to TC. I left Roxy in the care of Bushy and Swaps.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I asked as I came up to TC and Ash.

“This was a hit,” Ash flatly stated. “The first hit on the Angels.”

“How the hell...?”

“Darya was the first target, but Roxy was driving Darya’s car, and not her own,” TC elaborated.

“Fuck!” I replied, feeling a knot form in my stomach. “Are you guys sure?”

“Ask Swaps. Those gashes on Roxy’s head and arm ain’t from the accident. And it was no accident. It was deliberate.”

“Well, if her wounds are not from the accident, then where did they come from.”

“Bullets that missed her by a miracle...”

“Are you sure?”

“Swaps has treated many bullet wounds in his life. He knows his stuff.” TC said. “Go over to the Range Rover and check out the left back window. Come tell me what you think.”

I walked off to the Range Rover and inspected the left back window. Right near the middle post of the car were two star-shaped spider web cracks with each a little hole in the middle. Typical high velocity bullet entry holes through shatter-proof glass. Damn!

I went back to Ash and TC. Ash was on the phone and the emergency services were pulling up. An ambulance, a traffic police car, and three tow-trucks. Why the hell are there always more tow-trucks than car wrecks at an accident scene?

“Well?” TC asked.

“Bullet holes ... Two of them,” I confirmed.

“I told you Swaps was right.” TC said, and Ash concluded his phone call.

“Tell him, TC,” Ash instructed.

“Well, we came along just as Roxy drove out of the intersection at the estate. Bushy wanted to go and help her with whatever she was up to go do. We thought it was Darya, but no matter. We followed along and were about two car lengths behind her when this BMW came shooting out of Kirstenbosch drive, side-swiped Roxy and then a hand appeared out the window of the BMW with a gun aimed at Roxy in the Range Rover.” TC replied.

“Shit!” Was all I could answer.

“Bushy was driving and saw what was about to happen. He sped up and hit the BMW from behind, sending it into the churchyard fence.”

“Quick thinking! Spoiled the guy’s aim...”

“Either that or lucky shot from Desmond. He got the guy in the right rear seat. The driver is bundled up in the back of my second Landie,” TC chuckled. “He will sing his canary song shortly.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” I asked.

“For Colonel Dawson to arrive...” Ash replied. “That was him on the phone.”

“How did he know?”

“I called him.”

“But ain’t the SAPS going to ask some funny and awkward questions?”

Ash brought me up to date with the involvement of the SAPS. “Nope! Dawson knows all about the hits planned on the Angels. Charley keeps Franks up to date on our reports, and he likewise keeps Dawson in the loop. We have some good guys on our side.”

“So, we are in the clear?”

“So far, unless someone around here goes rogue...” Ash said and let his words hang in the air.

“And why would anyone go rogue?” I asked.

“This has now become personal for the Angels, and I’m afraid I might not be able to control them,” Ash replied. For a moment I thought he meant me, but then I realised that I don’t know the Angels that well.

The Angels might seem like every-day beautiful girls at the mall, but I had a feeling that they could well turn into savage beasts. Maybe Mai-Loan could control them.

“I have confidence in Mai-Loan. She’ll keep them together,” I voiced my thoughts.

“They were each a solo act before Mai-Loan bunched them together and knitted them into a unit,” Ash replied.

In the meantime, the paramedics on the scene wanted to remove Roxy and the bozo that got hit by Desmond’s crack shooting to the local hospital. Roxy, now slightly recovered from the event, refused to be taken away and said she’s fine. She insisted on seeing to her wounds herself, and only seeing her doctor if need be.

It was then that Colonel Dawson and his team arrived on the scene.

While Ash, Louis, and TC were chatting, in the second Land Rover a conversation was taking place...

If you ever watched a rugby game, or an American gridiron game, you will have seen some huge guys, over six foot seven and a three-quarter inch tall, with broad shoulders, arms like tree stumps and upper legs just as thick.

Mix in with that image, a dark skin tone and a clean-shaven head that gleamed in the pale light of the rainy Cape Town morning. Add a scar that ran down one cheek completing the picture of the guy standing in the open back door of the Land Rover. “Rottie” reached in with his left arm, and his huge left paw closed on the collar of the guy that was bound with cable ties, and pulled him upright.

“Now, motherfucker, I’m just going to ask you once! Why did you attack my goose?”

“I ... I ... know nothing! I want my lawyer!” The Young Dixie Boys gang member squeaked. Rottie’s fist tightened on the collar and turned it around, choking him.

“Aaarrghhhhh...” He coughed while his tongue stuck out his half open mouth, and his eyes bulged. Rottie twisted the collar of the shirt further.

“Noooo! Aaarrghhhhh...” the guy sputtered.

“Are you going to answer my question?” Rottie hissed, then just as the guy’s face was turning blue, he let go of the man’s collar.

“Huh ... Ah...” (Breathe) “Okay ... okay! The Boss wanted her...”

“Why her? She’s a British actress on vacation here. Why did he want her? How does your boss know her?”

“I don’t know! He wanted her ... dead...”

“Who’s your boss and where do I get him, Asshole?”

“He’s the boss of the Young Dixie Boys. And you won’t find him.”

“Nope, maybe or maybe not, but YOU are going to take me to him. I want his ass!”

“I’m not stupid! He’ll kill me!”

“The choice is yours! Either I kill you, or he does. Now, where is he and why does he want my goose dead?”

“I don’t know!”

“Wrong answer!” And Rottie reached for the man’s collar, grabbing it and twisting it.

“Okay ... Okay! I’ll tell you what I know!”

“Good choice.” Rottie said. “Let’s start at the beginning: Once upon a time ... Now continue...”

In the driver seat, “Spanish” turned back to the front and adjusted the rearview mirror. There was a grin on his face. He knew that Roxy was Bushy’s “goose.” Rottie the Rottweiler was just having a friendly chat with this slime-ball, and it was working.

Spanish knew that soon they will get all the information out of this Cape Flats Gang member, BEFORE the SAPS can come and spoil things. Looking past the scene, he saw his unit commander, Major TC, in conference with Ash and Louis. Then another man joined them. Who can that be? He looks kind of like ... police.

“So, what the hell happened and why was Roxy alone?” Colonel Dawson asked, a stern look on his face.

“She went to fetch eggs for our breakfast...” Ash began and relayed what we know to Jonah.

“From now on I don’t want the Angels out of sight of each other and especially out of sight of your eyes, TC,” Jonah instructed.

“My thoughts exactly,” Ash affirmed.

“Now, let’s clear up the mess here and get everyone safe. I’ll come by your place and get the necessary statements.”

“How do you want your eggs done?” Ash asked.

“What? Am I invited for breakfast?”

“You just might as well. We chat better on full stomachs!”

“Okay, thanks, but let me clear up this mess first and get the locals to hand over the case docket to my team.”

“Fine by me,” Ash said. “We’ll reconvene at my place. In the meantime, we’ll see that Roxy is tended to and relaxes.”

“Where’s that Bobbie girl?” Jonah asked, looking at me.

“At home with the rest of the Angels,” I replied.

“Good! Watch her as well. With DiCaprio on the loose, I’m not taking any chances. Now, get going. You are contaminating my crime scene!”

“What about Darya’s Range Rover?” I asked.

“I’ll have it handed over to her after we are done with the forensic analysis on it.”