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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
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 24
The morning sun was bright and exuberant which reflected on Roman’s mood. Today was going to be a good day. He was certain of it. It was time for the second phase of his place and he couldn’t continue his excitement. As he stepped out of the black Corvette with a black briefcase in his hand, he straightened his clothes and smiled. He was dressed in a navy blue suit with floral designs on them. His undershirt was a string sky blue color and his black hair which was combed back neatly glistened in the morning sun, altogether with his piercing silver eyes. The other door of the corvette opened and Lydia stepped out of it. She was dressed in a gray suit with gray trousers on. Her short black spiky hair glowed in the sun and so did her exquisite green eyes. She was as dazzling as Roman. Today was also a huge day for her. It was her first day of work. Roman had finally trusted her enough to take her out on an actual mission he was going to. This was going to be exciting. She couldn’t stop
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 25
“What?!” Lilian screamed at the top of her voice. She startled both David and Lincoln who were in the room with her. David was shocked by her expression. It seemed she was losing her mind. The worst thing had just happened. One of their trusted shareholders had sold his share to Roman Lacroix, which meant that Roman was one step closer to getting what he wanted—his revenge. “I bet he must have blackmailed Kenneth into doing so,” Lincoln said. “Kenneth wouldn’t just sell off his share like that. He trusts our company.”David shook his head and folded his arms. “Right now. I don’t think anybody trusts anymore,” David assumed. Lincoln turned to him slightly infuriated. He had to be pessimistic at the wrong time. Every day Lincoln was growing impatient with him. He would soon have to do away with him, but he was Lilian’s husband. That was the only advantage he had, and was why he was still living with them. “Why would you say that?” Lincoln asked. David shrugged his shoulders and si