Unfinished Business Too: Psychotic Minds

By Olamide Ojo

Unfinished Business Too is the direct continuation of the first book in the Series, Unfinished Business (Christopher Flier first book)(Volume 1)

Join Christopher Flier's world of normality and let your mind be blown by how differences in life choices be it by choice or serendipity, makes the stereotypical idea of normal quiet idiotic.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christus Publishers by Olamide Ojo
• Release date: Feb 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781087950631

Olamide Ojo

Hello,Olamide Ojo is a published poet and author. He studied creative composition and writing for about five years in Nigeria. His passion and love for writing help bring the world of imaginable possibilities to life.His debut novel, Unfinished Business is now on Amazon and other stores. Unfinished Business is an intriguing romantic thriller set in Paris, France.His website www.olamideojo.com showcases review chapters of his present and upcoming works.

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Table of Contents

Redemptive Resurrection

Gabriel Marion

Start Over She Says

Skeletons

A Complex Woman

The Choice

Financial Stability

Dark Angel

Slight Change in Plan

Ending the Beginning

The Midnight Show

Check but No Check-mate

Memories

A Piece of my Mind

Reminiscing About a Past

To a Fresh Beginning

Our Meeting

Our other Meeting

It Begins

My Next Plan

Stroke of Luck or Not

Abelina and I

Impending Doom

Cold Day in Venice

Playing with Fire

Messages

Just a Little Taste

Heated Up

Game Up

That Escalated Fast

The Perfect Stranger

Unfortunate Things

Date with the Nurse

Samaritans

Possibilities

Chapter 1

Redemptive Resurrection

Username: Gabriel Marion

The name is Gabriel Marion for now. We may have met before but I highly doubt it is by my new names.

It is the year 2000; known in some parts of the world as the millennium year. Florence, Italy is especially attractive in December. The beautiful decorations and classic Christmas song in the air leaves me at a peaceful state of mind.

Time does help to heal things but sometimes not fully.

I have been dead for a while now. I died with Laureen Risling. One cannot live without a heart. I gave Laureen Risling mine. She took it with her. All I have left for comfort is my growing state of mind for Debra Pire. My situation makes me a firm believer that there is a thin line between love and hate.

I have not written since my last death. As you may have already guessed, I used to be Christopher

Flier.

To be as straight forward as possible; the person Debra Pire shot was not me.

The man she sniped down begged for a living by the side of the road. He was insignificant enough to be forgotten by society and perfect to be my bait. His name was Michael Pirie. I was one of the only few people who cared enough to give him money and buy him food on regular occasions. He thought I was being nice. However, I was only doing that because his looks, body shape and size were similar to mine. He was simply an investment that paid off:

Bonjour Monsieur, Michael respectfully greeted me as usual.

Bonjour Michael, how are you doing today?

I am doing great sir, merci, Michael said in a thick French accent.

I left my suitcase in my car, I said to Michael. Bring it to me, will you?

Yes sir.

Here.

I took off my long, black suit and fedora. Wear this so people would not think you are stealing my car. I smiled as I said that. Michael smiled back and took the suit and fedora. He had such joy in his eyes wearing those things.

He was more than happy to do my bidding. I noticed that he liked that I trusted him enough to send him on that type of errand. He laughed and thanked me.

À bientôt Monsieur! Michael uttered, saying he would see me soon.

I nodded my head in response as I watch the man running, in a hurry, to take my place in death from the hands of my former partner. At that moment, I observed a few seconds of silence for my dear bait. I was not bothered enough to write a poem on his behalf, but I wrote one that night:

Dreamer

I need that capable enough to quench my starving soul’s thirst

I need that capable of directing me to the path of joy

I need that capable of making the mirror image of myself in my mind always perfect

I need that capable of turning my sorrows into strong motivations for the pursuit of happiness

I need that capable of bringing peace to the monsters that lives in my head

I need that powerful enough to make words move like water into the minds of the thirsty

I need that which makes me undefeatable at all times compulsory and deemed necessary

I need my strength wisdom and spirit at the highest of levels never dreamed possible or attainable

I want to be a force difficult to surpass

I want to be proud of the world because I helped build it to betterlaity

I want to be able to make words like betterlaity

I want to win all my failures over to the side only champions know about

I want to belief in a better world than this present one I want to help make a difference

I want to be differently unique

I want to be genuine at all times

I want to become a better man through the way I treat the reality I live in

I want to break the rules of limitations and veer off towards dream thought impossible

I want to be an impossible phenomenon in this world of mine

I want to shine

My needs and wants are the same to me

So by the power invested in me through faith and serendipity,

I need what I want, and I want what I need

Ihaven’tnotified Debra of my well-being, but I’m

sure she knows. The event went to easy to have been me she shot dead that way.

I had recently been working on building a profile on a chatting website under the name Gabriel Marion. Also, a few minutes before I started writing this very paragraph, I mailed a parcel out to her under Debra’s new name, Sophia Trucia, so she knows I am coming.

I know this because it was one of those things we did, while we were assassins and lovers. Debra and I made each other ten lists of somewhat unique names that we get to change into, if need be. We promised each other no matter what happens, we will always use it.

All I had to do was search the several names and thoroughly investigate the identity of the individual. Since I addressed my parcel from the name Gabriel Marion, I am certain she knows where I am too.

If Debra agrees to my terms contained in the parcel, we shall both be in touch:

Sophia Trucia,

I see you, and I am sure you see me too. Let us play a game; we both write through the same medium for our chronicle’s sake until death does one of us apart. If you agree to my terms, the next chapter shall be yours to write.

The parcel also, contains information that has an exclusive website I created. The website can only be accessed by one person at a time, and also with one password; the combination of our previous last names starting with mine. This means you are able to create personal messages in which only you can access it. I am sure you can figure it out.

I hope you are glad you did not find a bomb in the parcel, because I seriously thought about it. But that will be too forgiven on my path.

With hunting pleasure,

Gabriel Marion.

Chapter 2

Gabriel Marion

Username: Sophia Truce

Christopher, my Christopher lives. The most beautiful man I have ever came across lives on!

Christopher never ceases to amaze me. Admittedly, I felt the greatest sense of relief, when I figured he was still alive. But then I started to become angry when I think about the aguish I had to go through, when I thought he was dead.

Nevertheless, this parcel came at the right time. I am beginning to get extremely bored with my living condition. I have been hired as personal assistant to the German ambassador for Italy and his wife. It pays well. The fact that I am having a secret affair with one of them made it worth my while for a bit. Mr. Von Sandova Roy thinks his wife; Patricia is at her book reading session, when she

meets with me. Mr. Von was no saint either. He had been asking me on several dates since the second week I was hired. I recorded several of his advances towards me and offered to sell each copy to him for a million dollars a piece. I have sold three so far.

However, Patricia was a different case. I had to seduce her. Her beautiful face, gorgeous smooth skin and well-rounded buttocks was a good distraction from my worries. I like that she was also, well-manicured, with excellent pedicures, and has straight white teeth.

I am sure she is in love with me.

Why do I feel like my life just begun? she says to me last night. Let us run away together Sophia. You and I anywhere you want.

You are the wife to a German Ambassador, I said in my flawless British accent. That may be difficult to pull off.

In the short time you have been with us… No, in the short time you have been with me, I have felt nothing but joy with you.

Let us, forget about our worries for now and enjoy the moment, I said as I kissed her long enough to make her quiet.

I had to shut her up. Her high infatuation for me had been easily mistaken for real love.

I don’t say I blame her. It was a sensitive period in her life as she so puts it. Patricia was getting tired of her loveless

marriage with a husband that constantly cheated on her. It was simply perfect timing for me. All of the happening between the couples further makes my job secure with them until I deem it.

But now, I think I can bare it a lot longer. I have taken it upon myself to carefully secure this particular part of the site that I am using, to write, so other users including my Christopher will not easily have access to it.

Dear Gabriel Marion,

I propose a new start Gabriel. I did not realize how much I enjoy you in my life until you went missing from it. You and I have shared similar uniqueness in our life experiences. That makes anything possible between us.

You can keep denying it whole heartedly angel but you cannot deny your feelings for me anymore than you can deny the blue sky. That is why pulling the trigger after I shot her, felt impossible to your nerves and why there is no bomb in the parcel you sent.

I knew something was off about the man you sent in your place the instant he stepped into my range. It was easier to pull the trigger because of that.

However, after a while I let myself believe it was you I shot and felt an overwhelming sense of sorrowful displeasures. I hated those periods, Gabe. I am angry at you because of it. You need to make it up to me.

I propose a date. Anywhere you want darling.

From lovely,

Sophia Trucia

I have been saving up some money for a while now, courtesy of my employers. Now that I know Christopher is planning something, it’s time to get more and move on.

Nevertheless, I sincerely hope Chris says yes to my proposal.

Chapter 3

Start Over She Says

Username: Gabriel Marion

I wonder how Debra could pass to be a maid for that long; at least a good one. I can only imagine the type of havoc she would be causing in that family.

I am afraid she is wrong about me as she feels as if I will not kill her when I do get the chance