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HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 16
Lydia Rhys swung into the dark room through the window. She landed neatly on the floor making no sound. Everywhere was quiet. Lydia scanned the room and found nothing out of the ordinary. There was no movement in sight. She eased herself off the squatting position she posed in from her landing and began walking into the room. Dressed in all black, she camouflaged herself with the shadows as she made her way through the living room. It was wide but not as vast as Roman’s. She was here on a mission. A mission to gain Roman’s trust. Though he was currently a jerk to her, Lydia knew she would have to impress him if she wanted to work for him. The reason she was doing this was because she had no way else to go. Roman was her last option, and she had to make him see that she was worth it. Just being part of his family wasn’t enough. She had to show him that she could offer some use to him. That was apart from being his lawyer. Lydia walked further into the room and found a hallway by her
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 17
“I want to know about my father’s death, Ben,” Roman said as he sat on the couch. In his hand was a glass of scotch. Ben was flabbergasted by Roman’s words. He never thought that Roman would randomly ask about his father. It was something that had happened a long time ago just before Roman had been lost. Ben felt the reason Roman was curious was because he was feeling grief once more. It wasn’t easy for him to get over the death of Amiri. Having to meet your mother for the first time on her dying bed was traumatic. Ben knew this. “Why all of a sudden?” Ben asked. Roman reached for an object that was by the couch. It was a picture of Roman’s father, Lucien. In the picture were Lucien and Amiri standing together with a warm smile on their faces. Roman guessed this was just before they had him. “Because I’m curious. I want to know what he was like,” Roman replied. Ben nodded. “Very well.” “Thank you, Ben,” Roman said, placing the picture away. Ben sat on the couch opposite
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 18
Lydia drove her motorcycle into the estate and squeezed the gear. The motorcycle sped through the driveway before stopping abruptly before the porch. Lydia killed the engine of her motorcycle and took off her helmet. She was back, and sitting before her was the file she had stolen from Kenneth Heaton. It hadn’t hee easy as she had expected it to be. She had been caught, and she had barely made it alive thanks to the tools that Ben had given her. Lydia stepped off her motorcycle and walked into the house. She was still dressed in black as she walked through the living room. Everywhere was quiet. It was 6 am now. Lydia had been away the whole night. After escaping the crazy Kenneth, she had gone to the cage and read through the file properly. It turns out that Kenneth was part of a human trafficking scheme which the police had been after for a while now but they had no clue. The documents contained all the information about what he had done. Lydia was surprised that someone like him w
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 19
Ben was sitting in a dark room behind a large monitor screen. His face was lit up by the light emitting from it. He was searching for something important that he didn’t notice when Lydia entered the room. Lydia was in awe as she stared at the room. She didn’t know that something like this existed in the house. It was beautiful and dark. Her two favorite things. She had been looking for Ben to return the utility belt he had handed her just before she left the house last night. Without Ben, she knew she wouldn’t have gotten that far. Perhaps Kenneth would have caught her before she even got to the safe. In all, she was lucky that she was able to get out of there alive, and that she had someone in the house who at least supported her. Roman got what he wanted, but he still did not acknowledge her. Lydia was getting tired of having to prove herself. She had done this in the first place because she didn’t have anywhere else to go. She was hoping that things would get better when she hel
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 20
In the underground parking lot of the Lacroix Industries’ building, sat a car. In the car was Eric Hilton and Adam Coleman. They seemed to be waiting for someone. Eric’s hand was on the windowpane as he waited while Adam was looking at a file in his lap. It was a file on Roman Lacroix which he found intriguing. They were after him now and were suspicious that he was among the mafia. Who would make a business transaction with the mafia? Everybody knew the mafia was dangerous. And they all tried to stay away from them. Well, everybody but Roman Lacroix. “Guess what, Eric?” Adam asked, breaking the comforting silence. “What is it this time, Eric?” He asked in disinterest. “Did you know that both Roman Lacroix's parents are dead, and he had been reported missing for more than twenty years?”It took a few seconds to understand what Adam was saying. And when it finally sunk in, he quickly reached for the file. “Let me see that,” he said.Adam handed it over to him. Eric furrowed his bro
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 21
That was a close call for Roman. He looked through his rear mirror and noticed that the black sedan wasn’t following him anymore. He had lost them. Whoever was following him, he had lost them. Roman sighed and stepped on the gas heading back home. He had noticed this when he had gotten out of the elevator. He was among the last set of people to leave the office each day, and he knew all the cars that stayed behind. Finding out a strange black sedan was parked in where his secretary’s parking space was also a huge giveaway. Someone was watching him, and Roman didn’t like that. It meant that he would have to thread carefully from now on. Whoever they were, he was going to find out.Roman arrived home a few minutes later and moved into the house with the briefcase in his hand. He had been aiming to go to Kenneth’s office today, but with the black Sedan following him, he had to cut it off today. Roman hated when he was being pushed back, but it was only right that he had lost them. Who k
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 22
Lilian combed her hair slowly as she sat by her dresser. By the doorframe stood her husband, David who was leaning against it with his arms folded. He was watching admiringly as Lilian combed her hair. Lilian didn’t seem to have noticed him. Her black hair which was flawless and glistened in the lights was straightened now by the brush in her hands. Lilian was done now. She was dressed in her black night gown ready to go to bed. She dropped the brush on the dresser and turned around, finding her husband standing by the doorframe. He had a smile on his face as he watched her. Lilian was perplexed by this. “What are you doing?” She asked with a smile. “Just staring,” David replied as he leaned off the doorframe coming into the room. David closed the door behind him before coming to meet his wife. He was worried about Roman. After confronting him, he threatened Roman that he was going to stop him by any means. What bothered David was the fact that Roman had remained calm about this.
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 23
“Roman Lacroix,” Adam Coleman said as he leaned on his chair. His legs were placed on the desk as he laid back and had a yo-yo in his hand which he used for amusement and company. Besides him Eric was leaning back on his chair lost in thought. Eric was still thinking of how they had fumbled Roman. They had him in their grasp but he had managed to escape. Eric didn’t know he was Ana slippery as an eel. There was something they could do about it. But what?They couldn’t find anything on Roman all day long, and they were both exhausted. Adam knew how to take the pressure off his shoulders with the help of his yo-yo. Eric on the other hand was drowned in despair and disappointment. He couldn’t let go of how bad their mission had gone. Eric had been confident that they were on Roman’s tail just after the traffic on the main street. Roman must have known that he was pursuing them. And so he had used the truck as a distraction to distance himself from them. Another advantage he had over the