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A Son's Revenge: Destroying My Father The traitor
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
A Son's Revenge: Destroying My Father Welcome home
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
A Son's Revenge: Destroying My Father Pretty young woman
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
A Son's Revenge: Destroying My Father Criminal heaven
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,
A Son's Revenge: Destroying My Father Kidnapped again
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
A Son's Revenge: Destroying My Father Evidence
“You made my job easier by checking into that dump with hungry employees that are willing to sell their souls for money,” the woman continued. “I think now you understand why rich people go to the top hotels. It’s not all about bragging or extravagance. Security matters. When you have money, you don’t just go anywhere. It seems your daddy never taught you that before giving you a chunk of money.”“How do you know that he gave me money?” Rodney asked, giving the woman a quizzical look. He didn’t understand how she knew so much. Was someone in Alberto’s circle snitching on him? If so, that was a good thing. Served him right. He hoped that person could snitch on him to the police. If that happened, Rodney would forget about getting revenge on his father.“How did I know that you had travelled to New York?” she said with a smug look. “Research, is something you do before implementing a plan. I have been waiting for a long time to get back at that bastard. It has been years, and I have nev
A Son's Revenge: Destroying My Father Bad history
“I told you,” Rodney said. “I’m nothing to that man. If you want revenge, get the children he loves.”“We would, but unfortunately, they are not idiots like you. They don’t go anywhere without guards. They don’t get into taxis, and neither do they check in to cheap rundown hotels.”“There’s the little one,” the man said.“No, leave Lyra out of this. She is an innocent person.”Ariadne sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she paced around the room in obvious distress. Her plans seemed to have fallen through before he even started. “The boy is right. We have no business ruining a child’s life. Marcus was that age, too. I will not touch that kid.”“Who was Marcus and what happened to him?”Suddenly the woman appeared next to Rodney and slapped him hard. “You are not here to ask questions about anything. And if I hear you say that name again, I swear I will kill you.”“Calm down, darling. Let’s go upstairs and come up with a plan.”“Wait, what if we torture him and send Alberto the v
A Son's Revenge: Destroying My Father Shooting
As time went on, the gunshots increased in frequency. Rodney was torn between leaving the basement to find Harvey and staying to protect himself. Since the man had untied one of his hands, he used it to undo the ropes wound around the other. He proceeded to untie his legs that had been tied together. When he was finally free, he stood up and ran to the door. The shooting had stopped, but his heart was still beating fast. Rodney slowly opened the door and looked out. His lips parted when he saw a body on the floor. Although he could not see the face in that angle, he could tell it was the man who had spoken to him. He turned back into the room and locked the door. Since he had no idea what awaited him upstairs, he decided to remain until everything settled. However a light bulb went off in his head and he thought of the police. If they found him there, he would be dead meat. If the police found Alberto Roco’s son in a house with dead bodies, they’d definitely think he was the shooter
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A happy family
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
Gone
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
Scared
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
Worst son
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
Confined
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
The clues
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
Coding
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
Hatred
Rodney was feeling a deep ache in his chest. He had been friends with Octavio for only a few days but was missing him so much. He stared out the window, watching the leaves fall from the trees. The atmosphere outside seemed so dull and lifeless, just like how he felt inside without his new friend. He curled up on bed, wishing he could just disappear and never have to face the pain of losing Octavio. He had not prayed in a long time but that night he did. He prayed for Octavio to be alive.He went and sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the dull walls of the room. Tears streamed down his face as he thought about his mother, who had been murdered in cold blood just a few months back.As he sat there, he could still hear her sweet, angelic voice in his head, telling him to be strong and to never give up. She had always been by his side but now, he felt lost and alone without her. For a dark, gloomy moment, he thought of ending it all but the thought quickly left his mind, which
The cousin
Octavio.Octavio hands were tied tightly behind his back, and he could feel the rough ropes digging into his skin. His mouth was gagged, and he felt a lot of discomfort allover his body. One of Alberto’s men stood in front of him, a cruel smile on his face. The tall burly man held a knife in his hand. He walked around for a while before turning back and moving towards Octavio. He crouched down and dragged the blade slowly across the Octavio's chest, causing the young man to flinch and writhe in pain.“You thought you could mess with the wrong people, huh?” the man sneered. “Well, you're gonna regret that. We're gonna make you pay, one way or another.”Octavio desperately tried to plead with his eyes, hoping someone would come to his rescue. But no one was coming. He was alone with his tormentor, who continued to torture him with the knife, cutting him in small, shallow wounds. Octavio couldn’t help but wonder if his uncle was okay with the mutilation. The cuts were not very serious bu
