# Sakhile Khumalo's POV I'm Sakhile Khumalo, 28 years old, and Nkosi's best friend. We've been through thick and thin together, and I've got his back no matter what. I'm also his right-hand man in the gang, and together we've built a reputation as unstoppable. Yes I'm Nkosi's best friend, Samkelo and Unathi came along afterwards , Samkelo is the reason we here but we won't point fingers , Unathi is a beautiful person but she's lesbian and she fits perfectly with us anyways back to the story ...

As Nkosi received the mysterious call, I knew something was off. I convinced him to let me tag along, and we followed the directions to the old warehouse on the outskirts of town.

We kept a safe distance, watching as Nkosi entered the warehouse. I could sense his unease, but he was determined to save Nokukhanya.

My instincts screamed at me to intervene, but Nkosi had given me strict instructions to wait. So I waited, my eyes fixed on the warehouse entrance.

And then I saw them - Tina's goons, dragging Nkosi away. My heart sank, but I knew I had to keep a level head. We couldn't save Nkosi yet; we had to get Nokukhanya to safety first.

I quickly pulled out my phone and sent a text to the gang, assembling them to meet at the usual spot. We'd need to come up with a plan to rescue Nkosi, but first, we had to get Nokukhanya out of there.

I kept a watchful eye on the warehouse, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Nokukhanya was still inside, and I knew she was counting on us to save her.

I took a deep breath, my mind racing with strategy. We'd get Nokukhanya out, and then we'd go after Nkosi. Tina had no idea what she'd just unleashed.

# Khumalo's POV I waited for what felt like an eternity, watching the warehouse entrance for any sign of movement. Finally, I saw my chance. I texted Samkelo and Unati, giving them the signal to move in.

We converged on the warehouse, our movements swift and silent. Samkelo took point, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. Unati covered our six, her hand resting on the knife sheathed at her waist.

I slipped inside, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. I spotted Nokukhanya, still tied to the chair, her eyes wide with fear.

I moved swiftly, cutting her free from the ropes. She collapsed into my arms, gasping with relief.

"We've got you, Noku," I whispered, holding her close. "You're safe now."

Samkelo and Unati moved in, flanking us as we made our way out of the warehouse. We didn't stop moving until we reached the safe house, a nondescript building on the outskirts of town.

Once we were inside, I called our doctor, a trusted ally who owed us a favor. He arrived within the hour, his face grim as he examined Nokukhanya.

"She's shaken, but she'll be okay," he said, his voice low. "Just needs some rest and TLC."

I nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. We'd gotten Nokukhanya out alive. Now it was time to focus on getting Nkosi back.

I looked over at Samkelo and Unati, my eyes locking with theirs. We knew what we had to do. It was time to assemble the gang and come up with a plan to rescue Nkosi.

Tina had no idea what she'd just unleashed. We were coming for her, and we wouldn't stop until Nkosi was safe.