Episode 8

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 The Price of the Crown


The tension in the house was thick enough to cut with a knife. Kyle, now twenty-one, watched his father with growing suspicion. He had seen the black cars, the hushed phone calls, and the way his father’s eyes had turned cold. Lindiwe, only seventeen, remained traumatized by the kidnapping, jumping at every loud noise.

​Sizwe was no longer the man who had sat crying in a chair over a debt letter. He was becoming a ghost.

​That Monday, the news of Carlos’s disappearance hit the streets. The criminal underworld in Midrand was in a frenzy. With Clinton in hiding in Durban and Carlos at the bottom of the Jukskei River, a power vacuum had opened. Senzo was ready to fill it, and he wanted Sizwe by his side.

​At the bank, Lihle pushed harder. She cornered Sizwe in the records room. "You’re changing, Sizwe. I see the way you look at the vault now. You don't look like a manager; you look like an owner."

​"Stay out of my business, Lihle," Sizwe warned.

​"I can’t," she whispered, moving closer. "Because I know the truth. I saw the car that picked you up the night of the heist. I know Senzo."

​Sizwe felt a chill. The "loyalty" he thought he had was a web of blackmail and blood. He realized that in his quest to protect his family, he had surrounded them with even more dangerous predators.

 

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