Florence Weah’s heart was thumping hard against her chest as she stood before the door to her father’s study. He had asked to see her, and he wondered why he would want to do so. Her father only called on her if it was important. Making her the face of his plans wasn’t as enthralling as she thought it would be. It was only involving her in dangerous feuds. But she didn’t have a choice. She had to do what he asked because he was the only parent she had left. Florence held the doorknob and exhaled before swinging the door open. She stepped into the room and found a figure standing by the window. It was her father. She rolled her eyes as she closed the door behind her. She was tired of her father acting like he was invisible. It was amazing that everybody he worked with didn’t know what he looked like. There were no portraits of him at home. Every one of them had been taken down while she had been away. What made Florence more infuriated was that the photos of her mother were taken do

Roman threw the glass across the room and it landed on the wall, shattering too many pieces. He had been there. He had seen him, but he couldn’t do anything about it. Roman was still feeling feeble. He had laid his eyes on Floyd Helix, the man who had killed his father, but he couldn't do anything about it. At least not while there were people in the room. He could vividly remember the shock on Floyd’s face earlier today when he realized that he was still alive. Roman couldn’t believe this. He knew what Floyd had been thinking when he laid eyes on him. If he had known he was alive, he would have killed him too, because he knew he was a threat to him. Roman could barely laugh at the irony. He had bought a share in a company that I originally belonged to. It didn’t make any sense. Ben rushed into the room and found Roman breathing heavily. He had heard the sound of glass shattering and had rushed to see what was happening. His eyes went to Roman who seemed infuriated. It was probably

“I see you’re still running petty crimes,” Roman said as he stepped out of the van. They were back at Oliver’s hideout which looked like a huge dimly lit garage. Surrounding them were huge artifacts which seemed to have Ben stolen by the crew. Roman knew them very well. He had stumbled across them once when he had been going for an auction. There he had met Oliver who had posed like a millionaire hoping to partake in the auction. But Roman had been suspicious of him because a few moments later, the room was filled with gas, and when he dispersed, the painting was gone. Roman had commended their work a few times, and always kept an eye on them. That was how he had been able to find them tonight. Anywhere there was going to be a huge art event, they were always going to be there. “This isn’t petty crimes,” Oliver said stepping out of the van with the huge black duffel bag in his hand. Roman chuckled and bit his apple again. When he realized that there was nothing left for him to bit

Lydia Rhys parked her motorcycle before the Rhoades’s house and took off her helmet. Selena who was behind her did the same, getting off her motorcycle immediately. Of all the people she could get stuck with, it had to be her. Lydia wasn’t thrilled when Roman ordered her to helpSelena searched the house for the artifact. She had confronted him just before he left for New Jersey to let her go with Ben instead, but Roman had told her he needed Ben back home. Lydia felt he was trying to make both of them friends. “Is this the place?” Lydia asked. Selena looked at the house and nodded. She was starting to hate coming here. It kept on bringing back memories of that night which she tried so hard to keep away. Lydia dropped her helmet and got off her motorcycle. She walked towards Selena who was standing like a statue. “Okay. Let’s get this over with,” she said heading into the house. Selena watched her before following her. They arrived in the living room and found the chalk drawing

This wasn’t part of the plan. Oliver had calculated it properly. There was no flaw in it. The cops weren’t supposed to be here that quick. They had about thirteen minutes before they should arrive. How had they found them so easily?Susan was dumbfounded when she heard the sound of the sirens. Her heart was thumping hard against her chest. There was no way this was happening. This was the first time they were behind time. What must have gotten wrong?“Oliver,” Roman called. “We better hurry.”Oliver nodded and began packing the artifacts into duffel bags. Roman shook his head in disappointment. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe he had become a thief. It made him feel dirty, but they were in a crisis, and he had to do something about it. He threw his bag towards Susan who caught it staring at him in disbelief. “Help Oliver get the goods in the bag,” he ordered. She arched an eyebrow at him. “And what about you?” Roman reached into his pocket and brought o