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HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 199
“There you go,” Ben said, handing him a bouquet. Roman gave him a weak smile and got the bouquet of yellow roses from him. “Thank you, Ben.”Ben nodded. “If you need anything. Just call me.”Roman nodded and Ben turned around leaving him. He was now alone in the graveyard of his parents all dressed in a black suit. With the bouquet in his hands, he stepped forward and stood before the headstone of both his parents. With a smile, he picked out one of the yellow roses and placed it on his mother’s grave.“Hello, mum. I’m back,” he said with a smile. He moved to the next headstone and dropped another flower on it. This was his father’s. Roman clenched his jaws as he stared at his father’s headstone. He could feel the guilt consume him as he looked at it. It was hard for him because he couldn’t remember what his father looked like, nor did he have any memory of who his father was. The only reason he remembered him was the pictures in their old house, and the video of him leaving th
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 200
(EPILOGUE)Roman stepped back into the house and he found a figure sitting on the couch waiting for him. He clenched his jaws as he walked into the room. He was eager to see who had interrupted his grieving session. He had been to let all the pain out. The guilt he felt for watching his mother die and also not being there for his parents while they were alone hit him hard. He just needed that space but he wasn’t going to get that now. As he came closer, the figure sat at the couch with a tea cup in their hand. Roman squinted his eyes as he tried to recognize who it was. The figure finally turned around and faced Roman. Roman was immediately shocked by what he saw. “Nuo?” He called in surprise. Nuo Feng, who was dressed in her customary robes, rose from the couch and smiled at him. Roman was in disbelief. The last time had seen her was when he had visited Shanghai. That was because he had been hurt badly in a confrontation with Viper Don’s men which had left him paralyzed. But
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 1
“What is this?” Aaron Warren asked, looking at the blue file on the desk before him. “It’s the divorce papers, Mr. Warren,” the woman standing behind the desk replied. Aaron’s eyes widened in shock. Divorce papers? All of a sudden, he looked lost. His eyes went to the woman who was now leaning towards him with both hands on the desk. Her eyebrows furrowed, intersecting at the beginning of her nose. She wore a black suit which complimented her black hair. Her blue eyes stared at him piercing his soul. Aaron was familiar with her. She was Lilian’s lawyer, Isabel Montero. He was suspicious when she had called him to the office. It was something that had never happened before. The infuriated look on her face meant that she wasn’t joking. Aaron’s eyes fell on the blue file before him. “Divorce papers?” He said out loud. “Just sign them so we can get this over with,” Isabel said, folding her arms. “We don’t have all day.”Aaron was still trying to digest this. His eyes were shaking as
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 2
Aaron pressed the doorbell of the Troyes’s mansion and waited. He knew he shouldn’t be back here, but he couldn’t stay away. He had been invited to dinner by Lilian and he felt that she was willing to discuss the divorce. However, when he looked into her eyes, he felt that it was all over for him. But now, she was calling him over. That could only mean one thing. The door swung open, revealing Lincoln who was smiling. When he saw Arron standing by the door, his smile quickly dissolved into a frown. “Who invited you here?” He asked. “Lilian did,” Aaron replied. Lincoln arched his eyebrow at him in surprise. “Lilian?”Aaron was feeling sort of victorious. He nodded in response. Lincoln was looking for his words but nothing came forth. He couldn’t send Aaron away. Whatever Lilian was planning, he had no clue what it was. “Come in,” he said. Aaron flashed a smile and walked into the house. Lincoln closed the door behind him with confusion still written all over his face. Whatever h
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 3
A black Audi pulled into the huge driveway of the Troyes’s estate, and a man stepped out of the car. It was Ben Rhys. He looked around the estate and nodded his head impressed. “Not bad,” he said to himself. His search for Aaron was almost over. Based on the information he had conjured, Aaron was likely living here. He had read all about him. After searching for him for over fifteen years, he was relieved to realize that he was still alive. And living well too. Ben walked up to the massive porch of the mansion before him and pressed the doorbell. He placed his hands behind him and waited. Inside the house, Lilian was rushing down the stairs. It seemed she was the only one at home presently. She arrived at the door and opened it in disinterest. It revealed a dirty blonde-haired man with a shaved beard who looked to be in his late forties. His brown eyes which looked slightly hazel gazed at her in surprise. She was stunned to find the unfamiliar man on her porch. Where were the guard
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 4
“Are you kidding me?!” Aaron shrieked as he rose to his feet. Ben who was now in his apartment was seated on a futon with a calm expression on his face. He was trying to tell Aaron about his past, but Aaron seemed to be in disbelief. He didn’t expect him to believe him so soon. The Lacroixs had lost their son for over twenty years now, long before he began working with them. Aaron in that period must have gone through hell in foster homes. Ben understood the pain he had been through. He was always there with Aaron’s mother, Mrs. Amiri Lacroix through those turbulent times, especially when she had lost her husband, Darius too. He had been with her through all the pain, and now she was about to die. Ben knew he had to find her son. It was her dying wish to see him before she passed away. Ben had scavenged the whole country looking for Aaron, and now he had finally found him. Aaron looked at the blonde man in the black coat sitting on his futon. He seemed to have lost his mind. The lou
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 5
Ben reached for the door and swung it open. On the porch stood a man dressed in a black suit. He was partially bald and had a pair of glasses on. Ben smiled as he recognized the man. “Come in, Mr. Meyer,” Ben said stepping aside. The man nodded and stepped into the house. Mr. Meyer was The Lacroixs’ lawyer. He had the documents for all the properties that The Lacroix owned. He was also their legal advisor and knew Ben for a while now. “Thank you, Ben,” Mr. Meyer said touching his glass. “I heard about Mrs. Lacroix.”A distraught look appeared on Ben’s face. He wasn’t particularly happy to be reminded of Amiri’s demise. “And I brought the documents you asked,” Mr. Meyer continued. “Though I think it's strange that you would ask for them. They are all perfectly safe with me.”Ben sighed and nodded his head. “I know that Mr. and Mrs. Lacroix trusted you with them, but he asked for them,” Ben said. Mr. Meyer sighed and touched his glasses again, this time pushing them to the bridg
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 6
A black Cadillac drove into a huge estate and halted at the foot of a glamorous mansion. The door opened and a figure stepped out of it. It was Roman Lacroix. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a pair of black shades. Roman took off the shades and gazed at the surroundings. It was beautiful, hits like he had pictured it to be. After seven years of being away, he was finally back in New York. But there was something different about him. His jet-black hair was shorter than usual and his body’s physique was more impressive than it was before. He had an athletic build now and looked stunning in his white T-shirt. The doors of the huge mansion spread open and Ben walked out of it briskly. He had a black shirt on and his hair which was usually dirty blonde now had white strands creeping in from the sides. His usual shaved chin had stubbles now. The trunk opened and he reached for the suitcases in there. “Master Roman,” he greeted. “Welcome home.”Roman nodded and walked to him. “Thank y