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HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 111
Florence sat by the window nervously. It was unbelievable that her father would wish to see her here. It never never happened, especially during the day. Viper Don was so used to coming out only at night and she thought he was going to stick to that forever. But that seemed like it was about to change. Why would her father risk showing himself in public? What if someone was watching them?He had told her the reason he had always kept himself in the shadows. It was only then she understood why. If he was ever caught, he would be taken away forever. With the amount of crimes he had committed and orchestrated, he wasn’t going to see the light of the day ever again. Florence knew she couldn’t lose her dad. She was angry that he had murdered Timothy in cold blood, but he was still her father. She wouldn’t want him to be gone. Who would she live for? He was the only parent he had left. That was the only reason she had done everything he asked for. She had wasted half of her life trying to
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 112
Roman stepped out of the black Corvette and handed over the key to the waiting valet. He straightened the navy blue suit he wore as he headed towards the red carpet. It was another party. A party to celebrate Florence becoming the new CEO of Troyes Inc. He wondered what Lincoln was going to think of this. There was no way he was going to allow a bunch of newbies to take over his company from him. But there is doubt that Lincoln will do anything about it. It turns out that Timothy Belton had signed a deal with Viper Don which meant that all his properties became his after his death. It didn’t sound like a wise thing to do considering that Timothy had been a wise businessman. Maybe he had signed it without any knowledge of this. Coming here looked like a big mistake. Not because Florence and he had ended things early. It was because he felt the Viper Don would be in attendance. He had shown Ben the picture of Viper Don back at home and he had been stunned. Their suspicions had been
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 113
This was the part where Roman should have spat out his drink. He was stunned by Lilian’s request. When had she become so obsessed with Florence? It didn’t make sense. He wasn’t sure she knew anything about Viper Don. If she did, she wouldn’t ask their question. Roman didn’t want to take her down that lane. It could become detrimental. He was aware of Lilian’s fiery behavior. She would want to confront either Lilian or Viper Don and it could end in her death. As much as he would like to see a battle between both women, he didn’t want Lilian to hee into subj trouble. “What?”Lilian cranked her eyebrow. “You heard me. I want to know more about Florence Weah. Who is she?”Roman was perplexed by this. He was still trying to digest the fact that Lilian was bold about this. How did she know about his affiliation with Florence? He thought he was the mysterious one. “How do you know…?”Lilian smirked at him. “Trust me, I know.”Roman opened his mouth to speak but no words came. He shoved h
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 114
MILLVILLE, NEW JERSEY. The big garage door opened and Roman walked into the large room with both hands in his pockets. He was dressed in his usual attire—a black suit with a white undershirt. He was surprised when he got the call from Oliver. Coming back to New Jersey hadn’t been left off the plan, but he had no other choice. He was here to listen to what Oliver had to say. Oliver had refused to tell him over the phone. Oliver Debaucher smiled when he saw Roman walk towards them. Beside him was Susan. There was one of them missing. Daimonte. This made Roman furrowed his brows. “Roman Lacroix,” Oliver Debaucher sang as Roman approached the large silver table. “What is it, Oliver?”Oliver laughed and folded his arms across his chest. “Always in a hurry.”Roman clenched his jaws. He was supposed to be sleeping in his bed right now in New York, but he had chosen to fly over to New Jersey to hear what Oliver had to say. Roman had the luxury of reaching out to him quicker, and he didn’
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 115
Roman Lacroix could feel the jitters as they arrived at the estate. Maybe he had overestimated his potential. If the Russian mafia were as brutal as Oliver had told him, then he would back out. They had only one night to pull this off. It was insane. Just over three hours ago, Roman had been at a party in New York trying to stop Lilain from going after Viper Don. How he was in New Jersey trying to help Oliver take down a Russian mafia boss. The plan was simple: Susan and Oliver were going to search the house and try to save Daimonte while he kept the Russian mafia boss, Henrik Smolov, busy. He was going to use the artifact as a distraction. He was going to be the diversion while they searched for Daimonte. The plan had seemed simple when they had discussed it, but as Roman stared at the huge mansion before him, he was reconsidering his options. Maybe he should have stayed at home in New York and let Susan and Oliver handle this. It was their mess after all. And they had only called
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 116
“Alright. Can we all relax?” Roman asked with his hands up. There were about ten guards in the room all pointing their guns at him. Roman had calculated the probability of taking all of them out and the numbers were in his favor. He clenched his jaws as he scanned the room. They would probably be more outside. He was fighting an unrealistic battle. Henrik chuckled and took another puff at his cigar. He had Roman Lacroix where he wanted. It was a big surprise that he would come here. He had the nerves too. The name of Roman Lacroix had spread around the big cities in the country. He was troubled and everybody tried their best to ignore it. Not Henrik. He was going to make this as fun as possible. “Why are you here, Roman? What do you want?” Henrik asked. “I already told you. I just want Daimonte, and I will hand over the artifact to you.”Henrik raised an eyebrow at him. “I know you too well, Roman. How do you expect me to believe that you would willingly give me the artifact tha
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 117
Oliver Debaucher and Susan raced towards the van with Daimonte in their grasp. They could hear the sound of gunshots coming from the house. All the guards that were on the lawn seemed to have gone in to help out. This meant that Roman was in trouble. “Come on. We are almost there,” Susan said. Daimonte was about to pass out. He was too weak to keep up with them, and they were too exhausted to keep holding him—he weighed a lot. “Come on, Daimonte,” Oliver said as they approached the gate. “We are almost there. Don’t give up on us now.”Daimonte clenched his jaws and tried to carry himself. He could see the van now. They were almost there. Only a few more steps were needed. It took only a few moments for them to arrive at the van. Susan swung the back door open, and Oliver helped Daimonte into the van. When he was in, Susan stepped in and Oliver stared at them. “What about Roman?” She asked. Oliver reached into his black overall and brought it a FN 5’7 cocking it. “I’m going to g
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 118
EIGHT HOURS AGO. Lilian slumped on the couch completely exhausted. The party had been crazy, and she had been lucky to be there. She had a chance to speak with Roman, though she doubted it added to anything she already knew. Roman was hiding something from her. And she wondered why. When he spoke about Florence, he sounded so cautious. Who was Florence Weah? And why was Roman so protective of her? It increased her suspicion. Lilian wasn’t going to stop until she got to the bottom of it. She had tried stalking Florence one time and it had ended up with her being caught. Florence never confronted her ever since then, and she felt it was her luck. It was only now she realized there were other things Florence had to worry about that to talk to her. She was a busy woman and whatever she was going to do with their company, Lilian was scared. She was scared of how her father would react when he found out that their company was no longer under their control. They were mere passengers. Her