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HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 189
“What?” Roman was trying his best to remain calm but he couldn’t. The news that Florence broke made it difficult for him to maintain his cool. Florence could feel the cold hands of guilt grip her. They had bonded during the little time they had spent together. It was no surprise that they ended up having feelings for each other. But those feelings couldn’t be acted on. She knew that Roman wasn’t going to have the time to spend with her. After what he had been through with Lilian, she knew it would be difficult for him to get married again. And that didn’t suit her. She wanted a family of her own, and kids too, but Roman wouldn’t be intrigued by that. And also, she needed some time alone to process her thoughts. She had spent half of her life trying to impress her father with the hope that she would save him one day. But he had ended up using her, and the only way they could stop him was to kill him. She was the only person in her family now and had nothing left here in New York. T
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 190
“Hello, Ben,” Oliver Debaucher greeted with a smile. Ben clenched his jaws as he realized that it was Oliver Debaucher. He wasn’t a fan of his because of the kind of work he did. He was a thief. A professional one, and he had lured Roman into it. Not once but twice. “What do you want?” Ben asked coldly. Oliver Debaucher chuckled with his hands behind him. He had his hands behind him as he stood before Ben all dressed in a black turtleneck sweater and a pot of gray trousers. His blonde hair was combed neatly and his eyes glowed as he smiled. He was gorgeous but that didn’t move Ben at all. “I’m here to see Roman. I’m sure he must have told you we were coming?” Oliver said. Ben clenched his jaws once more. He was right. He called Roman earlier this morning and told him that it was an emergency and he would be in New York shortly. But it was evening now, and the sun was setting just over the horizon. Ben didn’t want their evening to be ruined by him. It had already been ruined whe
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 191
Miami, Florida. 7:12 pm. Roman Lacroix stepped out of the jet with Oliver Debaucher. He was now dressed in a black suit and his once ruffled hair was combed neatly. Oliver beside him was dressed in a suit also, but in a brown suit and a pair of black shades. In his hand was a black duffel bag which was filled with weapons. They headed out of the hangar towards a familiar black van that was waiting for them outside. When they arrived, Daimonte came forward all dressed in black. “Roman Lacroix. Good to see you again,” Daimonte shaking his hand. Roman smiled at him and shook his back. “I heard what happened to Susan. Don’t worry. We’re going to get her back.”Daimonte grinned at that. “Now you’re here I have no worries.”Oliver rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Get a room you two.” Roman looked at him confused. Daimonte chuckled at that. “I don’t get it.”“It’s an inside joke. I’m gay.”“Oh.”Daimonte smiled and patted him on the shoulder. They got into the van and Daimonte sped o
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 192
“Bring her in here,” Frederic El Mataso ordered. The door opened and Susan was dragged into the room. Her hair was ruffled and her face was drenched in sweat. She had just spent the whole day in the basement and now she was about to be given a death sentence. The room had a poker table with men seated around it, Frederic included. Frederic El Mataso was a plump man with a weird mustache and heavy eyebrows. He was dressed in a black suit with his bloated stomach trying its best to stay in the white undershirt he wore. There was only one thing that caught Susan’s eye. It was his ring. The ring was glowing as he rubbed his chin with a grin on his face. “Bring her closer,” he ordered. The guard dragged her on the floor as he brought her to him. Susan was kneeling before Frederic now who was still rubbing his chin as he stared down at her. “You piece of shit! You think you’re going to get away with this?” She yelled. “She’s a feisty one,” he said to the men at the table who chuckle
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 193
Frederic El Mataso wasn’t fazed by the sight of the guns being pointed at him. He had been through much more than that. What he was worried about was the men at the table with him who were already terrified at the sight of the men. “If you don’t want to end up like the guards there, I strongly suggest you all leave,” Roman ordered. The men looked at each other before running out of the room. The door shut behind them and they were left alone in the room with Susan and Frederic. Susan rose to her feet and went immediately to Oliver, pulling him into a hug. Roman, on the other hand, lowered his gun and walked to the poker table, sitting on the other end of it. He had one of his guns pointed at Frederic who still didn’t seem fazed by this. “I know who you are,” Frederic said. “You’re the famous Roman Lacroix.”Roman smiled at that. Sometimes, he forgot that he was known throughout the country. First, it was the Russian mafia leader, now it was El Mataso. He was making a name for him
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 194
Brooklyn, New York. 6:45 AM.“Well, that was fun,” Oliver said as they stepped off the jet. They were greeted by the morning’s golden light which washed upon them as they walked out of the hanger. Oliver still had the black duffel bag in his hand but it didn’t contain ammunition anymore. It was money. A whole lot of it. They had cashed out on all their artifacts last night and made their way with the excess of it. Roman was calm as he walked out of the hangar. He was dressed in a new black suit and his hair was combed neatly. He looked all refreshed. Last night was hilarious, and it was hard to believe that it had happened.They had made their way with one of the most expensive jewels ever, and all Roman did was blackmail him. They couldn’t say that Frederic El Mataso wouldn’t come after them but who cared? They had hit the jackpot again. Roman had the ring in his hand and he stared at it as he made his way towards the crew. At a distance, a black Cadillac was heading towards them
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 195
Roman walked through the hallway of the precinct as he headed towards the other entrance. He had contemplated this for days, and he had finally come to a decision—he was going to get the key to the city. He deserved it. Oliver had made him realize this. After saving his life on multiple occasions, he realized that there were a lot of things that he had done that went unnoticed. He had been able to take three powerful men down with Viper Don being the strongest. It hadn’t been easy, but he had done it. The last mission made him feel that he could do anything if he put his mind to it. Saving Susan from the mighty drug lord, Frederic El Mataso, made him realize that there was more to his capabilities than he knew. Eric and Adam were waiting nervously just as the mayor went to the podium to give a speech. They were still inside the building waiting to be summoned. It was a big day for them, but that didn’t stop Eric from wearing his trademark black leather jacket. Adam on the other ha
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 196
“Roman! You won’t believe this!” Ben said as he closed the door. Roman who was sitting on the couch with a glass of scotch in his hand turned to Ben who had an envelope in his hand. He wondered what he could do there. “What is it?” Roman asked. “I think it is for you,” Ben replied, handing over the envelope to him. Roman, confused, got the envelope and immediately tore the seal. He reached into the envelope and brought out a letter from it. After reading for a few moments, he was left in awe. Ben noticed the change in Roman’s facial expression which made him more curious about what could be in the letter. “What is it?” Roman read the letter one more time before turning to him. “It’s an invitation,” he said. “To where?” Ben asked. Roman turned back to the letter. “It says here, Dear Roman Lacroix, amazed by the works you have carried out in your hometown, Brooklyn. We are delighted to invite you to the prestigious annual Entrepreneur Awards night. We will b