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
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
“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
Alicia and Billy, the bald man stared at Roman’s body which was now on the ground. They had been successful in their mission. Roman was dead. She could see the blood oozing out of his motionless body as he lay in the rain. “What are we going to do with him?” Billy asked. “We will get rid of the body,” she replied. Alicia shoved the gun into her skirt and walked forward. They had received a call from Viper Don less than three hours ago to take care of Roman. He wasn’t useful to him anymore and therefore to be ended. Alicia had been shocked by this. She was also unsure about getting rid of Roman. She knew Roman for being lethal and strong. But tonight, he had barely expressed that. He had managed to take out Billy effortlessly, a move which they had both planned out. They knew if they were to kill someone like Roman, everything had to be done according to plan. And it did. Alicia had suggested she pose as a helpless hooker, knowing that Roman would want to help her out. Who woul
Eric Hilton closed the file and laid back on his desk. He was exhausted. Nothing was added to it. He felt like he was wasting his time looking at the files. There was nothing in there that was going to lead them to the murderer. They were all random but were affiliated to Viper Don. Adam Coleman who was sitting beside him was eating ramen. He had run out of steam a couple of hours earlier. All their investigations were leading to nowhere. They were still back to square one no matter how hard they tried. Eric stroked his chin as he thought of the accident that had happened. Leonard had told them that it hadn’t been planned. The killer aimed to kill Timothy Belton with the gun. But instead, he had missed which had led to the accident that had ended up killing Timothy. Timothy had been affiliated with Viper Don. And so was Jermaine Rhoades. That was the only lead they had. So far it didn’t look like all the killings had been done by one person. Each bullet they had run analysis on ha
The line rang but there was no answer. That was the third now. Ben was getting frustrated. It had been two days since the night he had last called Roman, and he hadn’t heard any word from him. This was suspicious. Why wasn’t Roman picking up his call? Ben feared that something bad must have happened to him. “Still no word?” Lydia asked, coming down the stairs. Ben shook his head. He wondered what Roman could be doing now. Why was he too busy to answer his phone? Something was wrong. Ben felt that Viper Don must have gotten to him again. It was possible. But he wasn’t sure that Roman would go down that easily the second time. Then where was he?The door swung open and they both turned with expectation. It was Selena Rhoades at the door which made Ben and Lydia upset. Selena read the room as she closed the door behind her. She read the expression on Ben’s worrisome face. Something was wrong, but she figured nobody was going to say anything to her. “Try again,” Lydia suggested. Ben
“You can’t be serious,” Lydia said. Ben was still trying to grasp what had just happened. He had put the pieces together easily. Roman’s car was parked haphazardly by the roadside. It meant that he had been in a rush. Maybe he had been held at gunpoint or he had been trying to run from a shootout. It would only explain why the door was left open, and why the battery had died. And then, there was blood on the pavement. Maybe it wasn’t his. Maybe it was from one of the thugs that had tried to end him. But either way, someone had been killed, and he feared that it was Roman. Roman hadn’t been armed last night, and he wouldn’t just kill recklessly. There had to be something that occurred. Plus there was also a body missing. The dumpster and its surroundings were stained with blood. It meant that someone had taken it from there. Ben wasn’t sure it was Roman’s. But if it wasn’t, then where was he? Why wasn’t he picking up his calls? And why didn’t he come home?Ben was in a dilemma. S
Donald tried the line one more time and he was told the same thing by the machine; the number had been disconnected. As he stood by the sunlit window of his study room, he tried hard to digest what was happening to him. The number he had been trying to call was Florence. It seemed now that she was no more interested in working with him which hurt a lot. Why would Florence disconnect her line and where was she? Why would she choose to ignore him? In her defense, she had every right to hate him. He had manipulated her multiple times into helping him against her wishes. He had made her into an object since she was eighteen. This was because she was the smartest girl he knew. His daughter had inherited her mother’s brains so he couldn’t just let her waste it. He had decided to use it to his advantage and also mold her in his image. This was to make sure that she took over the cartel when he couldn’t go any longer. But that didn’t seem possible now, because she was goneWithout Flore