James: Listen here little girl, get me out of this shit and I don't kill you.

Woman: You can't kill me if you want my help James.

James: Then what the fuck are you doing here, that boy is looking for me.

Woman: Listen, I'm only here to make you see the bigger picture, forget about that dark charcoal and join hands with me. I already have someone on my side, just say yes and I'll protect you.

James: You can't protect me from them. They are dangerous. Fuck! how did Lisa get involved with people like that?

Woman: She doesn't know who they are, but the others know. Those brothers may be dangerous and ruthless but their weaknesses is love. Their love for their women will be their downfall, help me take them down.

James: Get my family to safety.

Woman: Already done.

James: What's the plan.

James wife Lesedi, was filing her nails sitting on the porch with a glass of red wine. She was beautiful. A caramel, flawless skin. She had on a floral dress with stilettos, her weave a 30 inch long, Brazilian. Her first born, her daughter Milani, was about 23 years old and she had declared to want nothing to do with her family and went to varsity. Her second born, her son Zweli, 18 year old, a spoilt brat and one of the reasons why Milani left. Then the last born, 14 years old Kgomotso. Honestly he was just a clueless teenage boy.

Their house was surrounded with guards and the security was high.

Lesedi: Mary!

She bellows for her house maid to come to her. Mary takes less than 5 seconds to stride straight to her boss, before she losses her job.

Mary: Yes madam.

The middle aged woman bows to her boss in respect and fear.

Lesedi: Ngwanaka wa boa ka jeko, o make sure gore o wapiya favorite ya gae. (my child is coming back today, make sure to cook his favorite)

Mary: Madam, keo o mofe?( which one is it)

Lesedi: You parasite, since when you don't know my baby boy, cook Zweli's food you fat piss of meat. Nx.

Mary: Yes madam.

Mary bows one last time before going to the kitchen to cook. She's used to being called names by this woman, she doesn't even know some of the words she's insulted with, Mary couldn't care less, she was just a kind hearted woman who never judged anyone, not even her verbally abusive boss.

Lesedi was a obnoxious, a vile woman, she loved to look good, to impress the society that is. She looked down on people with no money, because her husband was working and a rich man who did everything for her. James didn't want her to live in the suburbs, because that's where he does his shenanigans, so he renovated their house in Mabopane to a double story. The same husband who had gotten married and she didn't know about it. She knows he's a cheater but she always assumed that he'll go back to her when he's done with his hoes. And he did, but he also fell in love with a young girl half his age. Lesedi drank her wine, living in oblivion.

LATER THAT DAY.

Lese: Oh my boy boy, look at you, all grown up.

Zweli: Aww ma, you look good as always.

Lesedi: Argh, you flattering me.

Kgomotso: Am I invisible to them?

Mary: No my boy, they just ignorant.

Mary tried to comfort the little boy who was sidelined by his mother and brother. He understood that his mother loved Zweli the most, and at times like this he wishes Milani had taken him along.

But there was too much that child could have taken from these people. Sometimes it was just hard to be a good person living with such people. But her heart remained pure and when she found a loophole to slip out, she took the first chance and went to pursue her studies.

At the dinner table.

Zweli: What's with the guards?

Lesedi: Oh, your dad hired them, something about our safety I don't know.

Zweli: Is that why we were supposed to come back from school?

Lesedi: Yes, but don't worry, your grades won't decline. We have the principal at our palm.

Zweli: I ain't worried mom.

Kgomotso: I'm worried.

Lesedi: Motso o tsena kae mo di tabeng tsa batho ba baholo? (Why are you in your elders business)

Kgomotso: Ke nyako ya skolong, (I want to go to school) unlike him, I actually want to be educated and not pass with bribes.

Zweli: Who you talking to like that? Ke tlao betha ka mpama (I'll slap you)

Lesedi: Motso, where the hell do you get the nerve to talk to your brother and me like that huh? Go to your room now!

Kgomotso stood up ready to run to his room. Unluckily, gunshots were fired outside. He halted in his steps. Preventing him to move any further.

Lesedi: Oh my God, Zweli go to your rooms now!

Zweli: What's going on?

Kgomotso: Mary?

Lesedi: Don't piss me off child, ko yirang ka Mary nna (what am I going to do about Mary) go to your damn room now.

The door swings open. About six men go inside and start shooting in the air. Soon they stop and Catapila strides in with his gangsta walk with a toothpick in between his lips. He had a bucket hat that was flipped one side. The Dube family had now been situated in the lounge and tied down. Lesedi has been quiet this whole time, while Zweli looks like he's about to shit himself and Kgomotso's been awfully quiet.

Catapila: Eh di mamzo o pila maan, le beauty dilo stofong, ahh ema nyana joh. Ola di mamzo. (This woman is beautiful man, the real deal, wait a minute. Hello woman) Catapila at your service.

Zweli: Leave my mother alone you thug.

Lesedi: Shut up.

Catapila: En nou, ke mang di kent? ( who's this kid)

One of Catapila's man smirks.

Man1: Ke cheese boy ya dladla. (The family's spoilt brat)

Catapila: Waitse ke zondile byang cheese? (Do you know how much I hate cheese)

Lesedi: Take whatever you want and leave my child alone please.

Catapila: Ke mang ai tse ke ringa lwena, wena Barbie doll? ( Who said I was talking to you, you Barbie doll) sporo, take them to the van.

Sporo: Xo bossa.

Lesedi: No no plea-

Sporo knocked her out cold with the hood of the gun. Zweli screamed at the sight while Kgomotso stayed ever so calm. He raised his hand to speak while they dragged his mother out to the van and his older brother who has been screaming.

Catapila: Le preschool, keng?(what) why are you raising your hand?

Kgomotso: Ne o sa bolele lenna. (You weren't talking to me) and I want to ask a question.

Catapila: Bolela preschool keng( talk preschool what?)

Kgomotso: Are you going to kill us?

Catapila: Maybe

Kgomotso: Why?

Catapila: Because nje.

Kgomotso: Is it because of papa?

Catapila: Yeah, so enough with 21 questions Einstein. Sporo!

He gestured for Sporo to take him along.

Catapila: Also, didimatsa cheese boy eo, ya khenya dai boy. ( Shut the cheese boy up, he's pissing me off)

Sporo: Sure boss.

And they left. Some men stayed in Pretoria while Catapila and Sporo drove to Johannesburg.