Rodney stood nervously in front of the kitchen counter, staring at the different ingredients laid out before him. His teacher was a seasoned chef called Marlon Price. He worked exclusively for his father’s cartel, earning millions. He had worked on a TV station for a while and never made anything substantial so he was more than happy to work for the drug lord. Marlon stood beside him, ready to guide him through the steps of creating a delicious meal.“First, we’ll start with the vegetables,” Marlon said, picking up a large, sharp knife. “You want to chop them into small, even pieces. Like this.” He demonstrated, expertly slicing the vegetables into neat little squares.After seeing how it was done, Rodney picked up the knife and mimicked the chef’s movements, trying to keep his cuts as even as possible. His looked a hundred times worse than the chef’s. Rodney had decided to learn how to cook out of boredom. As he looked for a way of delivering Alberto to the police, he decided to do s
Miss Jones.Miss Jones was marking her student’s maths homework after having her lunch. When she came upon Lyra Sandman’s homework, she paused, feeling mildly annoyed. She remembered the girl’s brother who had promised to call her but had ghosted her instead. She felt more annoyed at herself for flirting with him. That’s what you get for flirting with your students’ parents, she chastised herself. She decided it would be the last time she would ever do something like that.She decided to forget the brother and focus on her student’s work. She realised this was Lyra’s best work. She figured the brother must have been helping her with it. Before, Lyra’s homework was always poorly done, as if there was no responsible person to help her with it at home. She felt admiration for the man.When she reached the second last paragraph, she saw something that had been written in a smaller font in between the paragraphs.“Lives on the wrong address. Details faked. Both stuck. Most wanted dl. Don’t
Two weeks laterRodney was tired of being confined in Alberto’s mansion. He had reached his breaking point after begging alberto to let him go in vain. Taking care of Lyra was the only thing that gave him some comfort. One afternoon, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his sister seated on a small stool. He carefully combed through her soft, curly hair, trying to gently untangle the unruly knots.“Ow, that hurts!” Lyra protested, squirming in his grip. Her hair had been messier than before that morning.“I'm sorry, Ly, but you have to let me comb your hair,” Rodney told her, trying to be patient.He continued to comb the hair, using his fingers to gently loosen the tangles. His sister’s hair was so curly and thick, and it was a struggle to get through it all. Finally, he finished and leaned back to admire his handiwork, a proud smile spreading across his face.“I’m done now,” he said. “You have the most beautiful hair in the world.”Lyra giggled, reaching up to touch her now-smooth
Alberto.“What are you doing here?” Alberto asked his son. “I’m pretty sure you’re mighty glad I’m here.”Rodney smiled. “You’re not wrong. I’m glad you’re here, where you belong.”Alberto chuckled. “So what? You came to gloat? I must warn you. I’ll not last long here so be careful about what you say or do. I might just ruin your life when I get out.”“Then I’ll make sure to enjoy the time I have while you’re stuck behind bars then. I’m enjoying this more than you think, Alberto. You know why? Because I was the one who told the police where you were.”Alberto’s lips slightly parted as the words sunk in.“That’s right,” Rodney said. “The son you think is no good actually managed to put you in jail. Alberto, the greatest drug lord whom many have tried to capture but have failed. Rodney Nelson, the good for nothing son with one kidney actually did it. The woman you killed must be very proud of her son, wherever she is.”Alberto rose and swiftly grabbed Rodney’s neck with his handcuffed h
The sound of fists pounding against flesh filled the air as the Rodrigo relentlessly attacked the Rodney. Rodney had been knocked to the ground. He tried to shield himself with his arms, but it was no use. Rodrigo who was fueled by anger and resentment, continued to pummel him without mercy.“Stop it, stop it!” Rodney cried out.But Rodrigo only sneered and continued his assault, landing blows to Rodney's face and stomach. The younger man tried to crawl away, but the older and stronger one grabbed him by the hair and yanked him back, raining more blows down upon him.Finally, Rodney managed to break free and got up to his feet, gasping for breath. He wanted to leave the room, tired of hearing Rodrigo’s mocking laughter following him.Suddenly, uncle Markos came into the room and delivered a strong punch to Rodrigo’s face. Rodrigo raised his hand to strike his uncle, but Markos held his hand. Rodrigo’s strength was nothing compared to his uncle’s.“What’s wrong with you, boy?” he asked
Alberto was killed on his first day at the maximum prison. After his escape, he had been taken to a more secure prison where he could only dream of escaping. Unfortunately for him, that was where other notorious crimes were being held, including some notorious drug lords who had been his competitors. One of them was El Monstruo. He had been sold out by Alberto two years back and he had sworn to get his revenge. When Alberto was taken to the prison he was in, he managed to bribe a guard to lace Alberto’s food with drugs. When Alberto felt weak, he sneaked in and killed him. That was how a man who had always been so cautious went down.Rodney wasn’t happy when he heard the news. He wasn’t very sad, either. He had thought he’d be overjoyed when Alberto died but he didn’t feel so. He had never really thought Alberto needed to die. He just wanted him pay for his sins. Rodney was even a bit disappointed because he had hoped Alberto would be alive to witness his downfall. He had hoped Albert
Emilia’s crazy party was still ongoing when Rodney returned. He packed his things, said goodbye to his drunken sister and left her with a letter warning her to be more careful and less reckless. He told her she was welcome to contact him if she needed anything. Rodney arrived in New York and went straight to Harvey’s apartment where they reunited happily. The next day, he and Harvey went to check on the companies. He was relieved to find everything running smoothly. Harvey had achieved beyond expectations. Rodney had a feeling one of the contributors was Harvey’s happiness. Since he had moved his whole family to New York, he was much happier and less worried. Although Rodney was happy to see his friend, he couldn’t wait to see his own family.Four days later, he was on a plane heading to Europe with his little sister. Lyra was more excited than he was. She couldn’t wait to see Europe. They arrived at the small French town at 10 in the night. When they knocked on the house, Rodney’s h
Rodney was tired of his horrible life, and he was going to end it. He couldn't bear the torment anymore as his life continued to spiral out of control. Whenever he thought it was about to get better, it became worse. He had been walking for seven minutes when the tallest apartment building came into view. It was long and run down, in one of the most dangerous parts of the neighbourhood. The building itself was a disaster waiting to happen given its inclined state. It was leaning to the right, but people still lived in it because rent was cheap and most of them had nowhere to go. Rodney glanced up, took a deep breath and entered the building. As he trudged upwards, he thought of his mother. He knew that she was going to be hurt, but he was sparing her extra expenses. He was tired of being hungry all the time, and lacking basic needs. He could barely sleep due to the crippling depression he battled. Soon, he reached the last floor. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest as he c