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HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 128
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
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 129
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
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 130
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
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 131
“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
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 132
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
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 133
Troyes Incorporated was in a mess currently, but that was concealed tonight by a lavish party rumored to have been organized by the new CEO. After the death of Lincoln Troyes, the company had been in limbo because there had been no leader to control the company. But that was going to him tonight. Why? There was a new CEO that was going to be announced and everyone was eager to know who it was. Well, everyone but Lilian and David Troyes. As their Cadillac arrived at the party, Lilian felt she should have stayed home instead. She wasn’t ready to be back in public. Her mind was still trying to grasp the reality that had hit her a few moments ago. Her father’s death had hit her hard, and she was still trying to recover from the shock. Her husband, David, had always been with her trying to make sure that she got everything she needed. But that didn’t matter to her. The only thing she wanted was for her father to be alive. But that was a wish she couldn’t be grantedShe would have to liv
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 134
The sound of the gunshots echoed in the darkness. That was all that he could feel. It was cold and dark, and there was no way to escape. He was stuck. The feeling was morbid and surreal, but he had watched it happen because it had happened to him. He was scampering around in the dark abyss looking for a way out—for a light in the tunnel but there was none. This was it. This was the end. But could it be? After everything? It had come to an abrupt end. An end he felt was undeserving for all the hard work he had put in. This couldn't be the end of his story. He tried his best to scream at the top of his voice but no words came out. It felt like a lump was stuck in his throat which prevented him from screaming at the top of his voice. His reality was that he was stuck. But for how long? A few weeks? Years? Or even forever? He dreaded the last thought. There was no way he was going to let this happen to him. He had to find a way out as soon as possible. And then, there was the light t
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 135
Eric tapped his chin as he watched the news from his couch. It was showing the party of Troyes Inc. when Eric saw the video of Donald Weah coming up as the new CEO of Troyes Inc. He couldn’t help but think that something was off. There was something wrong with Troyes Inc. It was barely weeks after Lincoln Troyes had died, and he had been expecting David Troyes, his son-in-law to step up as the new CEO. Eric was certain that was what everybody had pictured as well. So who was this man? And why was he the new CEO? Did David step down for him? Eric doubted that. He rose from the couch and headed into the kitchen with two empty bottles of beer. When he dumped them in the trash can, he reached for the telephone that was by the wall and dialed Adam’s number. The phone rang for a while before Adam picked up. “What is it?”Eric walked back into the living room with a torn wireless receiver. “Are you seeing this?” He asked as he stood before his television screen. There was silence for a