ᴀᴅᴇᴅᴀʏᴏ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴇ ᴀʏᴏᴅᴇʟᴇ.

"I do very bad things and I do them well"

"Brother Dayo!"

The little boy came running down the stairs so fast I was scared he would trip and fall. But fortunately, he didn't and he flew into my arms with laughter.

"Hey baby boy, what's up? How are you?" I asked, smiling at him happily. He grinned and touched my cheek.

"I'm fine brother Dayo. 'ow are you too?"

Awww

Meet my seven year old brother, Rotimi Chance Ayodele. We were not really pure blood brothers. I was the only son of my parents but after my mum passed away, my dad began to sleep around. It was in on of this sleeping around, one of the women git pregnant and had Rotimi. But she didn't want him so I took him under my wing.

I wanted to hate him honestly, but I couldn't. He was so cute, so pure, so innocent....I grew to love him because he loved me. He saw me as his dad, mum and everything and made sure I was always happy.

How could I dislike him?

"Brother Dayo is fine too. What did you do in school today?" Immediately I asked that question, his smile died.

"I don't like school. They hate me. Nobody wants to play with me." He sniffed. I bit my inner cheek and sat beside him on the floor.

"Why?"

"They said I'm bad , they said daddy is bad. Is daddy bad?" He asked. Looking into his pretty eyes, I didn't have the heart to lie. But there was no way in heaven or hell I was telling Rotimi his father was a mafia business man. To be blunt, a killer.

"You are not bad Tee, they are just jealous of you"

"But teachers flog me too much. They don't flog others but the flog me" he muttered. His lower lip trembled as if he wanted to cry. I held him to myself and gave him a big kiss on his baby cheeks.

"I will talk to them so they won't flog you anymore okay? Now don't cry, or else you won't eat ice-cream" his eyes brightened immediately I said that.

"Ice cream!!!! I want ice cream!!" He screamed. I laughed and stood up.

"Let's go upstairs and bath first" I said.

"Brother Dayo don't scrub my back oo" he said softly.

"Hmm? Why?" I replied.

"I don't like it"

"Come on and bath joor"

I carried him on my back and enjoyed his squeals of delight when I 'flew' upstairs in a superman manner. When I got to my room, I unbuttoned his shirt.

"Oya turn let me unbutton your trousers" I said. He nodded and turned. I unbuttoned his trousers only for my eyes to catch sight of something on his back.

What was that?

I stopped what I was doing and peered at them.

Then I gasped.

They were marks. Cane marks.

Some made serious injuries while some were faint, obviously they've healed off.

Was this why he didn't want me to wash his back?

What the fuck was this?!

"Timi, what happened to your back?" I asked calmly. Anger was already filling me to the brim.

I swear to God if my father did this, I'll cut his manhood off bit by fucking bit!!!

"My class teacher likes to beat me with chuku chuku cane" he replied softly.

WHAT THE HECK?!!

I had to calm down so as not to scare Timi. I didn't want him to cry.

"Where is he?" I asked.

"In school"

I stood up and whipped out my phone and dialled my hitman's number.

"Boss"

"Ice....I need you right here in ten minutes"

"Are you alright boss? Something wrong?" He asked. He sounded startled but I didn't blame him. It wasn't everyday I called him with anger oozing from my persona.

"No. Some stupid dickhead flogged Timi and he has scars on his back. I'm gonna show that fucking hellhouse of a school not to mess with my brother!" I yelled.

"On it boss"

I hung up and saw Timi staring at me. Just looking at his face made my heart hurt with pain. Why oh why did my father sleep around? Why did he bring Timi into this kind of life? He was too innocent to be with me...with us.

"I'll be right back Tee. Let me go and talk to your teacher hmm?" I said softly and ruffled his hair. He nodded his head and jumped on my bed.

"I want to sleep. Bye bye brother Dayo" he mumbled.

"Sleep tight Tim" I whispered and shut the door.

Immediately I shut the door, I raced downstairs and met Ice waiting for me. I entered the car and sat down, feeling the anger rising up again.

"Let's go" I muttered. As if hearing me, Ice started the engine and drove off.

************

"Where is he?!" I shouted immediately I stormed the reception. The receptionist was shaking with fear but I didn't give a fuck about her.

"S-Sir" she stammered. The head teacher, an elderly man who looked like he was in his early forties stepped out and glared at me.

"What is the meaning of this young man? Who are you to barge in and just fly in like that?"

"I'm Rotimi Ayodele's elder brother. I saw his body and noticed that he has been repeatedly flogged... repeatedly flogged up to the point of injuries!!" I shouted. He flinched at my shout and wiped his forehead.

"Where is his class teacher" I asked, glaring at all of them.

"He-He is not available right now" the HM replied.

"Don't FUCKING LIE TO ME!" They were shaking now. Sweating and perspiration and oozing raw fear. One fact I've learnt being in the Mafia business is that you can smell fear from your victims from anywhere.

"And what is going on?" A deep voice growled. It was a tall, dark and muscular man. He looked intimidating but my anger chased away all forms of fears and the likes.

"Are you Tim's class teacher?" I asked.

"Yes and who are you?"

I gritted my teeth. So this was the bastard that dared hurt my little brother? Was he jealous or what? The fact he used his brute strength to FUCKING INJURE MY LITTLE BROTHER?!

"HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU TREAT MY BROTHER LIKE A FUCKING HOUSEHELP?!" I shouted. It took all in me not lung at him and disfigure his ugly face.

He just laughed.

The fucking bastard just laughed.

"So? He needed discipline that's all. Your brother is becoming spoilt these days, acting like he's above everyone else. I only taught him a lesson sha. He is supposed to even have worse but I just pitied him. You and him are alike, young and dumb. Nonsense."

Oh..

My....

Hearing this man say nonsense made my brain go to danger mode. But another thought struck my head, so I smiled at him.

"Really?" I asked.

"You have a child right?" I asked innocently and gained a rush of pleasure watching his smug smile wear off.

"Anyways. Have a nice day." I muttered and left

"Oh and? This school is gone. I'm shutting it down" I said again before leaving. The man shouted, threatening to kill me if I went near his child but I ignored him and got into the car instead.

"Boss?" Ice whispered. He knew what i could do, he knew how dangerously evil I could be when I was in this type to situation.

"Get him tomorrow, get his child too. I want him to suffer what I suffered."

"Torture chamber?"

"Torture him, but makes sure he bears the agony of having his child tortured or hurt before his eyes. That's the worst pain"

"Should we hurt the child?"

I wanted to say yes so badly. I wanted him to cry seeing the pain we inflict on his beloved child. But then, that would be punishing the child for the sins of his father.

I sighed, feeling tired all of a sudden.

"No. But makes sure you torture him."

"Yes boss"

And the anger which filled my body before dissipated as we journeyed home and tiredness took over.

Ah!

Ah!!

Ah!!!

Who expected this?😨 Our Dayo is even more mysterious than we thought.

Rotimi💔 I don't know why teachers sometimes torture kids in the name of punishment...

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