Rodney’s heart was beating fast as he drew closer to Lilliana’s room. He didn’t know if it was open or closed. When he reached the door, he looked around before reaching out to touch the door knob. He twisted before pushing. Rodney froze when it actually moved. He had not expected it. Glancing at the hallway again, he entered and quickly closed the door. Once inside, he locked it. Save for the colours, the bedroom was almost identical to his. It had a more feminine touch, the theme being purple. Because of the beautifully done interior décor, it looked and smelled so much better than his. Rodney inhaled the beautiful scent and went towards the table. A drawer was open. Rodney saw several boxes and pieces of jewellery. He lifted a necklace with a stone on it. Having lived in the ghetto with no idea of what different gem stones looked like, Rodney couldn’t tell what stone it was. He removed a shiny looking box and placed it on the table. Opening it, he saw an exquisite looking pair

“Somebody call an ambulance,” he said as he knelt and held his mother’s head. Turning his head, he saw Alberto putting his gun back in the pocket. Everyone else was just watching. “Mother stay with me,” Rodney said as he pulled out the small phone Harvey had given him and started to dial. Suddenly, the phone was ripped out of his hands by a guard. Tears were running down his eyes. “I need to call the police. Can’t you see? My mother is dying.” “S- s-son,” his mother said weakly. “I’m,” she breathed heavily. “I’m sorry for-“ “No mom, there’s nothing to be sorry for. Give me my phone.” Rodney could see life moving out of his mother as she grew weaker and weaker in his arms. Tears were rolling down. He sobbed loudly as one of the guards pulled him away from his dying mother. Rodney struggled against the guard in vain as he was so much weaker than the big muscled man. He saw his mother’s head fall limply to the side. Rodney couldn’t stop yelling as he was dragged around the house and

Andrew dropped Rodney on the bed and walked out immediately. Rodney heard the key turning in the lock as he sunk into an unconscious state. He could feel his brain shutting down and the anguish in his heart. The world soon morphed into darkness as he lost consciousness. When he came to, after sometime, Rodney weakly looked around the room. It was pitch black, the only light being that which came to from the lights outside. His body was weak and he couldn’t even lift a finger. He was just lying there, staring listlessly at the ceiling when the door opened and Kara, the chef’s assistant walked in with a tray full of delicious food. She used one hand to turn on the lights forcing Rodney to shut his eyes. He opened them in bits so they could adjust to the bright light. When he fully opened them, he saw Kara setting the food on the table. One of Alberto’s men was standing at the door with a pistol in his hand. “You turned us in,” Rodney accused. “Your actions led to the death of my moth

Rodney Nelson was now a millionaire. He had clean money in the bank and could live all his life without working as long as he spent well and made good investments. It was his last day at Alberto’s mansion. Alberto had tried to convince him to stay but he refused. He didn’t want to live a life surrounded by drugs, guns, violence and death. The only person he pitied in that house was Lyra who had no choice in the matter.Lyra couldn’t let go of him. She and Rodney had bonded a lot during the time he stayed there. They had even gone to see his mother’s grave together. She was the only one of his siblings he felt a connection with. The rest didn’t care if he lived or died, and honestly, he also didn’t care about them.“Leave him to go,” her mother said. She went and pulled her daughter away. “I don’t know what nonsense you have been feeding my daughter to make her stay close to you but I’ve had enough. It’s great that you are leaving.”Lyra was crying and struggling against her mother. “S

After a few minutes, Rodney and Harvey got out of that particular taxi and got into another one to take them out of the city. Two hours later, they arrived in New Jersey, and checked into a mid-range hotel room. Harvey turned on the television and started to do a search on his phone to find out how much was known by the general public about the incident. “I don’t see our pictures anywhere,” Harvey said as he scrolled through his phone. “I wonder why the NYPD has not made any statement about the suspects.”“Maybe they want to give them a false sense of security,” Rodney told him.“Two people have died,” Harvey said. “We almost died, man.”“All because of that darned man. I’m very sure that this is related to Alberto. What am I going to do, Harvey? It seems like we may have to return to him for protection, but I cannot stand that man. I don’t think I can be in the same room with him and not want to strangle him. Going back is not an option I want to consider.”Harvey stood up and place