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
The car moved over a smooth road. At first, they could barely hear anything other than the sound of other cars. With time, they started hearing a variety of sounds; cars, people, and several other things. The car finally stopped and the person it in stepped out. “Should we get out now?” Sara asked. “I’m tired of being cramped in here.” “It’s almost as if you prefer to enjoy life at the mansion at the expense of your son,” Rodney shot back. The stayed put for a while. The person had not made any utterance so they had no idea who it was. After waiting for about five minutes, Rodney felt sure the person was now far away from the car. “I think we should go,” Rodney said. “Are you sure about this?” his mother asked. His heart was pounding hard against his heart and his body was shaking hard. He lifted his hand and pushed the door open. Slowly, he looked out and noticed they were in a quiet parking lot. The van was surrounded by a number of empty cars. Slowly, he stepped out. Standi
“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
“Where is my mother?” Rodney asked.“Dead, as you will be if you continue to pester me.” Alberto Roco said, shamelessly. He walked around the room with his large hands in his pockets. He was a very tall and handsome man but in that moment, Rodney could only see a monster.“You are a sick man, Alberto Roco. You have me here already. What was the point in killing my mother?”“You are a man now, stop crying like a little baby. You need to start being more like your brother Rodrigo. Grow some balls.”“How can you be so heartless? My mother just died but you still keep taunting me. You have taken the most precious thing in my life, and you’re about to take more. You are a monster.”Alberto sighed. “Ahh whatever. I only came here to inform you that the results came out well. We are a match, son. We will be doing the final round of tests very soon.”“Go to hell.”“Alright,” Alberto said and marched out of the room. Rodney paced around not knowing what to do in the bare basement. The door sud
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
When Rodney woke up, he was in the bedroom assigned to him at Alberto’s house. He stared at the ceiling, unable to determine how long he had been out. He wasn’t sure it was the same day. He didn’t feel any different from normal so he was pretty sure he still had his kidney. A few minutes later, he was out again. When he came to, he noticed there was food and drinks on the table. Rodney managed to get himself up. He sat near the table and drank a whole glass of water. He could fell the relief as the water ran down his parched throat. He grabbed a bowl of pasta, poured sauce over it and started eating. When he finished, he grabbed a burger and quickly bit into it. He felt hungrier than normal. It had to be the drug the orderly had given him. The thirst, hunger and drowsiness were most likely some of the side effects. After eating, Rodney went and washed himself up. When he returned, he drank all the passion fruit juice that had been brought then went to lie on the bed. A few minute
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
CHAPTER NINETEENNew York City was exactly as Rodney had imagined. Tall buildings, huge traffic, crowded streets and fast moving people. It was spectacular, and he was glad he had made the decision to go there. Time’s square was a hub of activity, filled with businesses and people moving in all directions. Rodney and Harvey stood outside a McDonald’s restraint and watched people as they moved around like millions of ants. They were fascinated by what they were seeing. The movies had not prepared them for the real thing.“Still can’t believe I’m in the big apple,” Harvey. “Sorry you had to lose your kidney for us to get here but I feel so lucky now. You know that I will always be grateful. I will take care of you, my friend. I have a feeling we will have great success in this city.”“Me too,” Rodney said. Despite having lost a kidney, he felt normal. Everything seemed to be okay. As long as he followed a healthy lifestyle composed of good healthy food, lots of water, stress management,