His name was Vusi Maduna, known in the underworld as The Left Hand. While Mokoena handled politics and press, Vusi moved the shadows — payoffs, threats, clean-ups, disappearances.
He was smart. Dangerous. And deeply loyal.
But loyalty could crack — for the right price.
Lynn sat across from Vusi in a sleek downtown hotel suite. No security. No weapons. Just champagne on the table… and secrets in the air.
> "I was surprised you agreed to meet," she said, sipping casually.
> "I wanted to see how stupid you are," Vusi replied. "Coming here alone."
Lynn smiled. "You think I'm alone?"
The windows shimmered faintly — a signal jammer was live. Outside, Michael's team sat in unmarked cars. Inside, Lwandile monitored every signal, every heartbeat.
But Lynn knew Vusi wouldn't act rashly. He was too careful.
> "Let me guess," she continued. "Mokoena promised you power once he wins the election. A seat at the table?"
Vusi raised a brow. "And what are you offering? A dream?"
Lynn leaned in. Her voice was low, sharp.
> "I'm offering survival."
She slid a folder across the table — detailed evidence of Mokoena's shady dealings, most of them executed by Vusi himself.
> "If he goes down, he takes you with him."
> "He won't go down."
> "He's already bleeding," she said. "The money. The media. His political protection. Gone. You think he won't sell you out next?"
Vusi remained silent.
Then she dropped the final bomb.
> "What if I told you I have a full audio recording of him approving the Kayden operation? That's jail time for you. Or… you flip now, help me bring him down… and I make you disappear clean."
> "New ID. New accounts. New life."
A long silence. Then, Vusi chuckled — low and bitter.
> "You're colder than I thought."
> "I had to be," Lynn replied. "He made me this way."
Vusi took the champagne glass and raised it slightly.
> "One condition," he said. "When this is done… he dies."
Lynn's eyes didn't flinch.
> "Deal."
They clinked glasses.
The Judas had just changed sides.