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HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 120
The doors of the hospital swung open and Lincoln Troyes was rushed in by the paramedics. Besides his lifeless body was Lilian who was trying her best to keep up with the nurses but they had flocked to take over control from the paramedics who had played their part. It all felt like a dream to Lilian. Her father was in critical condition. He had slumped after she had told him about the company. Maybe she had been too plain with him. She should have told him the company was in limbo instead of being so direct with him. Lincoln had slumped from the shock and had passed out. He had cardiac arrest according to paramedics, and he had been rushed to the hospital. The door swung open and David came into the hospital. He scanned the busy hallway so Lilian couldn’t find her. She had left with the paramedics in the ambulance while he had used the car to come down here. It seemed surreal to him. He felt they should have kept the truth from Lincoln. He wouldn’t be in this condition if they ha
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Lilian sat before the casket all dressed one black. It seemed like Deja vu. Just over a month ago, she had sat here to mourn the death of Timothy Belton, David’s uncle. And now it was her turn to mourn someone close to her—her father. It all came as a shock. It still felt like a dream as well to Lilian. She felt that she would wake up soon. This wasn’t how this was supposed to end. Her father wouldn’t die off leaving her here. There had to be something wrong about this. As Lilian gulped hard, she fought back the feeling of reality dawning on her. Her father was truly gone. His lifeless body lay in the casket before then as the priest said the prayers. It was all her fault. The news of the company not being under their control anymore had come as a shock to Lincoln. That was what triggered his heart attack, which ultimately led to his death. Lilian panicked as he was brought to the hospital, but she had expected everything to turn out well much later. She had expected it to be just a
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 122
“What are you doing here?” She asked. David, who was talking to some people, turned around and met Lilian. She seemed to be in a conversation with herself. Roman didn’t say anything apart from that. He only smiled at her which began to annoy Lilian. But deep down, she was glad that he was here. That is if he was really here. “What do you want, Roman?”Roman took a step closer until he was face to face with her. Lilian could feel her heart thumping hard against her chest. She couldn’t remember the last time she was this close to him. It was many years ago. But she could remember how he smelt. Roman placed his hand on her cheek and caressed it slowly. Lilian closed her eyes and savored his touch. She was glad that he was here. She couldn’t deny the fact anymore. Roman had been the first one to meet her father, Lincoln. He had stayed with them a while so he understood how she felt presently. His touch was soothing, and she wanted it to last a bit longer. “Lilian?” David’s voice soun
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 123
Roman watched as everybody dispersed from the cemetery. He had been watching Lilian give a speech about her father. It felt so emotional. It was hard to believe that Lincoln was dead. Roman was appalled by that. Though he hated him so much, he didn’t wish for Lincoln to die. Not until he had his revenge on him. This had turned from something gun to something tragic. He had a pair of black shades on which complemented the black suit he wore. He was here only because he felt he should be. The news had reached him as soon as he had returned from New Jersey. At first, he had thought that Ben was kidding with him until he had shown him the report. Lincoln had been labeled dead by the general hospital. He felt so bad for Lilian. The only pain she deserved was one from him. Lincoln had been so bad to him. He had fired him and also tricked his daughter into divorcing him. This was after he had made him go through hell at his house. From the day he had been married to Lilian until the day h
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 124
Viper Don was standing by the window with his hands behind him. He was thinking of his recent actions. With the death of Lincoln reaching him just a few hours ago, he was pleased by it. With Lincoln gone, he knew that nobody was going to stop him from getting the company. Florence now had a free ride to the CEO’s chair. The only person who could think of stopping them was Roman, but he knew that Roman was being cautious. He had barely shown his face ever since that night he had ruined him, and he felt that it was still affecting him up until now. With the seat of the CEO now in his control, Viper Don had to begin the next phase of his plan which was the artifacts. When he finally had the compass and map, he would be the most powerful man in New York, and nobody was going to stop him. Not even the cops. It was only a matter of time before he got his hands on it. He was working his men off making them search Jermaine’s residence twenty-four-seven hoping that they would finally stumble
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Florence was shaking as she held the doorknob. What was she going to do about this? She couldn’t let Roman die. But that would be going against her father and she didn’t want any of that. Her father wouldn’t forgive her for going against him. Florence was in a dilemma. How was she going to go about this? Maybe the best thing to do was completely ignore this. Roman was strong enough to handle this himself. She could flee the country and never look back. She had enough money to start a life outside, but she couldn’t abandon Roman. The guilt wouldn’t let her. She felt that she had used Roman to get closer to him. She had thought that what they had was real. And maybe he was. The sex and the way he touched her made her feel amazing. Roman was a good person. She couldn’t let Roman die, but she didn’t stand a chance against her father. She had thought that she would be able to get through to him and make him change his mind about continuing with this lifestyle. She had thought that she s
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 126
As Roman stepped out of the car, he reached into his breast lovey for his vibrating phone. A loud thunderclap could be heard in the background. It seemed it was going to rain tonight. Roman looked at the caller’s ID and was surprised to see that it was Ben calling him. He answered the phone and shut the door of the Audi. “Where are you?” Ben demanded. Roman sighed as he stood facing the building before him. He was in the parking lot of a bar. Tonight, he was going to drink away his sorrows. It was strange that he would rather drink at a bar than have a drink at home. After being at the funeral, he felt that it was best to mourn Lincoln too. And he needed to do it alone. “I'll be returning home late tonight,” he replied. Ben sighed on the other end of the line. “Just be careful, Roman.”Roman scoffed at his words. “Since when did you start being so caring?”“The weatherman said there’s going to be a storm tonight. I’m just making sure you’re safe.”“I’ll be fine, Ben.”Ben ended
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 127
“Are you okay?” Roman asked. The goth girl nodded at him timidly in response. Roman sighed and straightened his clothes as he stared at the body of the bald man lying on the floor. He was still feeling woozy from the liquor. This was time for him to head home. He had come here looking for some fun and he had found it with the man. Now it was time to head home and get some rest. There were a lot of things still left for him to do. “Thank you,” the goth girl added. “What are you doing at a bar like this?”The girl scratched the back of her neck and grew speechless at that. Roman raised an eyebrow indicating that he needed a response but none came. “You know what? Forget about it. You can go home,” he said and turned around to the bartender. Roman reached into his inner breast pocket and brought out his wallet. He took out a few dollar bills and kept them on the counter. The bartender gave him a grim look. “That is for the drink and also for the glass.”The bartender nodded, pick