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The black BMW pulled over at the old cabin that was parked in between two houses. It looked dirty and old compared to all the pretty houses surrounding it. The house looked morbid in such a good and flourishing neighbourhood. Donald thought this as he stepped out of the car. The back doors opened, and Selena stepped out of the car with the map still in her hands. She looked at it one more time to confirm that they were in the right place, but she knew they were because she had been there before. But that was a long time ago. Her father had brought her here once, and the memory was still stuck in her head. Deputy Behrens was last to step out of the car. He was exhausted. Today had been a long day already, and he was ready for it to end. He was hoping that all of this would end with him on a solo flight to another country.Donald had promised him a share of the treasure. He was hoping to use that to start another life in another country where nobody would be able to find him. He deser
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THIRTEEN YEARS AGOJermaine Rhoades pulled over the sedan into the lawn of the old cabin and brought the car to a halt. Selena, who was sitting in the passenger’s seat, had her arms folded, looking upset. Jermaine shook his head as he gazed at her before killing the engine. He stepped out of the car and waited for his daughter to come out, but he waited in vain. Frustrated, he poked his head into the car once more and found her sitting still with her arms still folded. “Come on, darling. There’s no harm here,” he urged her. “Why are we here, dad?” She asked. “Couldn't we have gone somewhere else?”Jermaine clenched his jaws and sighed. She wouldn’t understand, and he couldn’t blame her. She was still too young. She would only understand when she grew older. And when the time came, she would understand why this trip was important. “We’ll go and get you ice cream afterwards?” Selena turned to him with a stern look on her face. Jermaine felt that had worked.“I’m no longer seven, D
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“We are here,” Ben announced. Roman looked up and found an old cabin that was filled with SUVs. He didn’t need to be told that this was where Viper Don was situated with Selena. It seemed she had found where the treasure was. But why would it be in such a place like this? It looked like Selena was trying to stall them until they arrived. She was smart. “Are you sure this is the place?” Florence asked as she gazed upon the old cabin. Ben shrugged his shoulders. “I’m only following where her tracker takes us, and this is where she is.”“I mean. Isn’t it that obvious?” Roman asked, pointing at the SUVs that were parked around the old cabin. “Okay then. Let’s move, team,” he said, opening the door. He was stopped by a hand. Florence’s. He turned back to her with an eyebrow raised. “What is it?” He asked. “I think it’s best men and Ben handle this.”Roman looked at her confused. “What do you mean by that?”“That’s it’s dangerous for you?” She replied. “You’re not in a condition
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Donald ran his fingers on the box in admiration. He was still finding it hard to believe that the box was finally his. He had won. Though it had taken a while, all the time wasted was now worth it. He had what he wanted. Now, all he had to do was see what was inside. Selena could feel her heart thumping hard against her chest. There was nothing more she could do. She had lost to Donald. She had failed her father. Jermaine had sacrificed himself to make sure that the box never went to Donald. But she had led him right to it. What could be more disappointing than that?Donald held the box up and shook it gently. It wasn’t heavy, which confided him. Why would the trophy be so light? He turned to Selena, who looked defeated as she stared at him. She hadn’t been lying after all. He knew that once he had her, all his troubles had gone away with the wind. Only he had gotten his hands on her much earlier. Roman had been the stumbling block. But that didn’t matter to him anymore. He had fin
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FIFTEEN MINUTES EARLIERSelena wasn’t sure if the question was for her. It sounded sort of rhetorical. Donald looked infuriated by the files he found. He brought them closer to her. Selena was Joe standing by the couch with her hand twitching. She was wondering if she could get the documents and run away with them, but that was impossible because the room was filled with guards. She would get killed before she even made it to the door. She was trapped in her with Donald. Donald walked past her and went to the couch. He pulled the center table closer to him before sitting on the couch. The couch made a squeaking sound. Selena wasn’t sure if it was a squeaking sound or a cry for help by the couch. It looked tortured by Donald’s weight on it. Donald looked at the documents trying to understand what was going on. If the documents were the treasure then it must be something important. He opened the file of the documents and looked at the first document before him. It was a certificatio
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Donald let go of Selena and walked towards Deputy Behrens. Selena dropped to her butt and held her neck as she gasped for breath. Donald’s group had been metallic. If Behrens hadn’t called him, he would have strangled her to death. Donald wondered what would be so important that Behrens would call him. He was about to squeeze the truth from Selena. There had to be an explanation for why his great-grandfather would hand over all their properties to the Rhoades. And of all people, a woman. “What is it?” Donald asked as he stood before Behrens. In Behrens’s hands was a piece of paper. Donald gazed at it in confusion. “You should see this,” Behrens said, handing over the paper to Donald. Donald, still confused, got the paper from him with his eyes glaring at him. He gazed at him for a few moments before bringing his eyes down to the paper. It was handwriting. It looked like a letter. It read;“My dear Tabitha, I hope this reaches you. My wife, Martha, has found out about our love,
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Roman looked around the room and realized that it was filled with guards. They all drew out their weapon and pointed it at him. Florence, who was by his side, was also watching this. They hadn’t expected that they would still be here. Donald rose from the couch with the document in his hand. He smiled as he gazed at Roman and by his side was his daughter, Florence. This made him chuckle. “Roman Lacroix,” he said. “You finally made it.”“And would you look at who it is,” he said, turning his face to his daughter. “My very own daughter.”Florence clenched her jaws as he gazed at her father. He had a document in his hand that caught her attention. “Stop this now, father. Nobody has to get hurt,” she said. Donald chuckled at that. “Get hurt? The only one who is at a disadvantage is you guys,” he explained. “I have my guards here, and also I have the treasure right here in my hand.” Roman gazed at the document Donald held him. He recognized it very well. It was a certificate of owne
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Roman ducked under the couch as two bullets whizzed over his head. The guards weren’t giving them any space to maneuver. This was because the room was filled with them. They didn’t have a point to start from. Roman took a peek and immediately a shot was fired at him, he immediately ducked to dodge the bullet. He turned to Florence who was watching him quietly. “I don’t know about this, Florence. I don’t see a single opening.”“Then let me,” she said and rose from the couch. “Florence no!” He screamed. Florence flashed her gun across the sea of guards and pulled the trigger in quick succession. She was able to take down two guards simultaneously. As she was about to take down the third, a bullet was fired at her and it grazed her arm. This forced her to hide under the couch. She gripped the arm that was bleeding now as it stung in pain. When Roman saw this, he became infuriated by her recklessly. “I told you it was too dangerous.”“If we don’t take risks, Roman, we aren’t going