The sun was setting on the small village where Yaw Boakye’s family lived, casting long shadows across the dusty paths. Ten men on motorbikes sped through the narrow streets, their engines roaring like thunder. They were a rough-looking group, hardened by a life of crime. The leader, a one-eyed man with a scar running down his face, led the way, his menacing presence enough to make anyone cower.

They screeched to a halt in front of Yaw’s family house, kicking up clouds of dust. Without a word, the men dismounted their bikes and stormed the house, kicking the door open with a loud crash. Inside, Yaw’s family—his mother, Ama Boakye, father, Kofi Boakye and younger siblings, Kojo and Abena Boakye —were huddled together, fear etched on their faces.

"Come out!" the one-eyed leader barked, his voice filled with authority.

Yaw’s mother, Ama, stepped forward, her heart pounding in her chest. "What do you want from us?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

The leader sneered. "We want more money. That son of yours, Yaw, he’s rich, isn’t he? Tell him to send more money, or else..." He let the threat hang in the air.

Yaw’s siblings, Kojo and Abena, clutched their mother’s arm, their eyes wide with terror. "Mama, please, just call Yaw," Kojo pleaded. "We don’t want any trouble."

Abena nodded in agreement, her voice trembling. "Mama, please, just do what they say. They’ll hurt us!"

Ama shook her head, her resolve hardening. "No, I won’t. Yaw has done enough for us. You’ve taken everything we had. We won’t give you more."

The refusal enraged the men. The leader nodded to his men, and they descended on the family with brutal force. One of the men grabbed Yaw’s father, Kofi, holding him in a chokehold, while another stomped on Ama, leaving visible slap marks on her face. Two others approached Kojo and Abena, brandishing sharp cutlasses with malicious intent.

Earlier that day, Yaw had sent his trusted right-hand man, Shatta, to pick up his family. The new villa Yaw had purchased was ready, and Shatta was instructed to bring them there safely. Shatta, ever the man of style, had chosen to arrive in a helicopter, knowing that the villa’s helipad would make the journey seamless.

The helicopter descended on the village park, its rotors slicing through the air with a deafening roar. The children of the village gathered around, eyes wide with excitement and awe at the sight of the massive flying machine. Shatta stepped out, dressed in an immaculate suit, exuding an aura of power and control.

"Do any of you know where the Boakye family lives?" Shatta asked, holding up a picture of Yaw’s family.

The children eagerly pointed the way, leading him to the modest house on the outskirts of the village. As Shatta approached, the sound of shouting and cries reached his ears. His pace quickened, and he burst through the open door, taking in the scene of chaos.

His eyes zeroed in on Ama, recognizing her from the photo Yaw had given him. She was on the floor, with a man’s boot pressing down on her chest. Kojo and Abena were cowering in a corner as two men with cutlasses closed in on them. Kofi was struggling to breathe as another man tightened his grip around his neck.

Shatta’s blood boiled with rage. Without a second thought, he dashed forward, his movements a blur of speed and precision.

Shatta was a force of nature as he engaged the thugs. The man holding Kofi barely had time to react before Shatta’s fist connected with his jaw, sending him crashing into a wall with a sickening thud. Kofi fell to the ground, gasping for air as Shatta turned his attention to the thug standing on Ama.

With a swift kick to the man’s knee, Shatta brought him down, then followed up with a powerful elbow to the back of his head, knocking him out cold. Ama gasped, struggling to rise, but Shatta gently helped her up before continuing his onslaught.

The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

The two thugs advancing on Kojo and Abena with cutlasses swung their weapons, but Shatta was faster. He caught one blade mid-swing, twisting the man’s wrist until the cutlass clattered to the floor. A knee to the gut doubled the man over, and Shatta finished him off with a brutal uppercut.

The second thug hesitated, seeing the fate of his companion, but Shatta gave him no time to recover. He launched a roundhouse kick that sent the man sprawling, his cutlass flying out of reach. Shatta pounced on him, delivering a series of rapid punches that left the thug barely conscious.

The remaining thugs, including the one-eyed leader, watched in horror as Shatta dispatched their comrades with ruthless efficiency. The leader, who had stood back watching, now stepped forward, his one eye gleaming with malice.

"You think you can take all of us?" he snarled, drawing a knife from his belt.

Shatta’s eyes narrowed. "I don’t think. I know."

The leader lunged, but Shatta sidestepped with ease, grabbing the man’s arm and twisting it until he heard the satisfying crack of bone. The leader screamed in pain, but Shatta wasn’t done. He delivered a crushing blow to the man’s chest, sending him crashing into the remaining thugs.

They scrambled to their feet, but it was too late. Shatta was on them in an instant, his fists and feet moving with deadly precision. Bones snapped, and cries of agony filled the air as Shatta systematically took them down one by one. The last thug, trembling with fear, wet himself and fainted before Shatta even laid a hand on him.

The fight was over in minutes, and the once-threatening thugs now lay broken and defeated on the floor, their bodies twisted at unnatural angles.

Ama, holding her injured ribs, looked at Shatta with a mixture of fear and gratitude

Shatta’s eyes softened as he turned to her. "They wanted money from You, didn’t they?"

Ama nodded weakly. "Yes… they took everything we had. I refused to ask Yaw for more."

Shatta’s jaw tightened. He looked down at the broken men, a dark fury burning in his chest. He wanted to finish them, to end their miserable lives right then and there. But before he could act, Ama’s voice broke through his rage.

"Please, don’t kill them," she pleaded. "You’ve already done enough. Just… just let them go."

Shatta hesitated, his fists unclenching as he looked into Ama’s pleading eyes. Despite the terror she had just endured, she was still asking for mercy. Shatta felt a pang of respect for her strength and compassion.

"Fine," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "But if any of you ever come near this family again, I will kill you. Do you understand?"

The thugs, barely conscious, could only nod weakly. Shatta turned away from them, his expression softening as he faced Ama and her family. "I’m sorry you had to go through this. I’m Shatta, Yaw’s subordinate. He sent me to bring you to your new home."

Ama, her hands still shaking, managed a small smile. "Thank you… Thank you so much."

Kojo and Abena, still reeling from the shock, looked at Shatta with wide eyes. "Are you really taking us to Kumasi?" Kojo asked, his voice full of wonder.

Shatta nodded. "Yes. But you won’t need to bring anything with you."

However, when Yaw's family emerged from their home with their "luggage," Shatta was caught off guard. They carried worn-out polythene bags filled with tattered clothes, two goats tied to ropes, chickens in a makeshift cage, chewing sticks, and a few cooking pots and pans. The sight was almost comical, considering where they were headed.

Shatta couldn’t help but chuckle, though he quickly composed himself. "There’s no need for all that. The new place has everything you’ll need."

The family hesitated, but Ama finally nodded. "If you say so."

Shatta led the family out of the house, where the helicopter still waited, its blades spinning lazily in the evening breeze. The villagers had gathered around, their faces filled with curiosity and awe as they watched the Boakye family approach the aircraft.

As they neared the helicopter, Ama hesitated, her eyes wide with fear. "We’re… we’re going to fly in that?"

Kojo and Abena exchanged nervous glances, clinging to their mother’s arms. Even Kofi, who had finally caught his breath, looked uneasy at the prospect of boarding the flying machine.

Shatta chuckled, a reassuring smile on his face. "Don’t worry. It’s perfectly safe. I’ll be with you the whole time."

Reluctantly, the family climbed into the helicopter, their movements stiff with fear. The moment they were strapped in, the helicopter lifted off the ground, and the Boakye family let out a collective gasp. Abena clutched her seat, her eyes squeezed shut, while Kojo let out a yelp as they ascended higher and higher into the sky.

"It’s okay! Just enjoy the view," Shatta called out over the roar of the rotors. "You’re safe with me."

Despite their initial fear, the family gradually began to relax as they looked out over the landscape below. The village grew smaller and smaller until it was just a dot in the distance, and the vastness of the sky surrounded them.