It was said that nobody had ever seen Viper Don’s face and lived to tell the tale. But as Timothy stared at his face, he couldn’t believe it. As Viper Don’s face came into view, he immediately turned off the lmao. Another thunderclap was heard in the background. There was going to be a storm tonight. Viper Don sat back on his chair thinking about what he had done. He had broken his code again, but that didn’t matter. He had done it to indicate that there was more coming from him. There was a lot left for him to decide on. Like if he was going to go in all out to get Selena, or if he was going to go after Roman. He was aware that Selena was hiding under Roman’s wing. And it was only a matter of time before they flung the artifacts. They were working together, and if Selena eventually found it, there were going to be a lot of issues. But luckily for him, he usually had a backup plan. Timothy picked up the glass of scotch and took another drink as he tried to digest what he had just se

It was still raining hard when Eric had gotten the call. There had been an accident that seemed more of a homicide. Eric wondered how long they would wait until the rain went away, and his answer had been the next day. As he arrived at the crime scene, he stepped out of the vehicle with Adam Coleman with him. It was morning now, and the sun was rising above the horizon. Eric could still smell the rain that had clouded what seemed to have been more than a murder last night. He wasn’t thrilled that he had been called while he had been trying to get some rest. His phone had rang by 4 am this morning. It had been Deputy Behrens who had phoned him to tell him about the accident. Eric had been pissed that the Deputy had called him about a mere accident, but as he looked at the stacked crime scene, he completely understood. His eyes went to Adam who stared back at him. They both knew what each other was thinking. It was worse than they had thought it would be. There were a couple of ambul

Viper Don stood by the window with a glass of scotch in his hand. With Timothy now out of the frame, he was thinking of what his next move could be. It was fine to step up then pace and get all his pending missions done. The first had to be the one with Florence. She hadn't picked up any of his calls since that night, and he couldn’t blame her. A few words had been spilled that night that shouldn’t have been. They had talked about her mother, someone he barely held a conversation about. She was gone and he was focused on other things. Big Florence couldn't quite let go of the past. Though he regretted telling her that he was the one here, and not her, it was the simple truth. It had been to make Florence let go of the past and become stronger as he had done, but it wasn’t going to happen. Florence wouldn’t be able to let go of her emotions. Those were the objects of her stagnation. If she wouldn’t let go, she wouldn’t become like him. And what if she didn't want to be like him? What

It had been right before their eyes, and they couldn’t even see it. Roman knew that there was something off about Florence from the start. And even the truth sounded horrendous to his ears. Florence Weah was the daughter of Viper Don. Roman had finally found out his identity. He was Donald Weah. And the reason he had been tagged dead was because nobody had seen him ever since then. Donald Weah had died to bring Viper Don to life. The only issue they had was that they didn’t know what he looked like. There were no pictures of him on the documents. Roman closed the file and kept it on the side. Ben too was bamboozled by this discovery. He was trying his best to believe that this wasn’t true, but it was. Viper Don was the father of Florence Weah. Everything made sense now. “But we aren’t certain that he is the one,”Ben said. Roman shook his head. “What more proof do you need? It makes a lot of sense. Why would Florence ask me out on a date from the blue? Why would she want to get cl

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here to lay one of our very own into the hands of God, hoping he will welcome his soul into his kingdom,” the priest. “As the Bible says, from ashes we were made, and to ashes we shall return.”David sat in the front row with a pair of black shades. They were all at the cemetery trying to lay Timothy to rest. David found it hard to believe that Timothy was gone even though he was staring at his body in the coffin. Just over two weeks ago, they had spoken and now he was in a casket. It was hurtful, but there was nothing left for him. He had been emotionally drained over the last few days. Lilian had advised him to lay him to rest. The cops hadn’t found anything that could let them get to the killer. So they were given his body to let him lay him to rest. David was unhappy about this. He was determined to find who had murdered his uncle, and then he was going to make them pay. “Dear Father, receive this poor soul into thy kingdom, in the hope th