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HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 26
Lydia swung her fist at Roman who blocked it with his elbow. Lydia hissed in disappointment. Roman smiled at her. “Come on,” he urged. “Is that all you got?”Lydia smiled and clenched her jaws before throwing another fist at Roman. Roman swung his head to the side dodging her fist. Lydia was getting frustrated. She jumped up and threw her leg at him attempting a kick. Roman held her leg and pulled her to the ground. Lydia landed awkwardly on her back. She coughed out in pain as Roman watched her. “Lesson three, don’t throw your leg unless you’re sure of landing a blow,” Roman said. Lydia rolled her eyes and hopped back on her feet. She slammed her fists together before heading towards Roman. Their fists which were covered with boxers’ gloves were held at their faces. Roman was awaiting another move from Lydia. Lydia moved in circles studying Roman’s movement. She noticed that he took a strong stance which would be hard for her to bring him down. He had set himself up strongly from
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 27
In a huge living room, there was soft jazz music playing in the background. By the fireplace stop a figure with a glass of scotch in their hand. It was Timothy Belton. Timothy had received the strangest call today. It was one from his nephew, David Troyes. Never did he think that David would ask for his help. They weren’t on speaking terms, so when the call came in, Timothy was intrigued by what he had to say. The doorbell rang and Timothy sipped his scotch. His butler passed behind him as he made his way towards the door. Timothy gazed at the crackling fire before him. It was warm and comfy. He looked at the glass of scotch in his hand before taking another drink. At the door, David stood nervously as it swung open. He was staring at the butler now. He was surprised because he couldn’t record this one. It seemed his uncle, Timothy had changed butlers again. The butler who looked to be in his late fifties dressed in a black suit offered him in. David nodded and stepped into the hous
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 28
A black Ferrari swerved into the parking lot of a clubhouse and Roman Lacroix stepped out of it. On the other side of the car, Lydia Rhys eluded the passenger’s seat and closed the door. She was still surprised that Roman had agreed to take her clubbing. It was long since she had done so. It was also to celebrate their victory in completing another phase. With time, they would achieve their goals. Roman was dressed in a black suit with a white undershirt. Lydia wondered why he would wear such attire to a party. Lydia, on the other hand, was dressed in a short-sleeved gown that stopped at the middle of her thighs. Her short black hair and narrow green eyes gave her a dazzling look. Roman gave her his hand and she got her cheeks heated up. Ever since they had talked at his gym, things had gotten better. Roman had begun being nice to her, and it was charming. It was also relieving for her uncle, Ben. He had been worried that he had done too much without her being accepted into the fam
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 29
“Would you care for some chicken casserole, sir?” Timothy’s butler asked. Timothy was now in his study room with a bottle of scotch on the desk before him. He looked up at his butler and contemplated it. “Sure.” He replied. “Why not?”“Very well, sir,” the butler said and walked out of the room.Timothy got back to the MacBook that was before him. He was doing some research on Roman Lacroix. It turned out that Roman Lacroix was a well-known businessman. He was a billionaire entrepreneur which made Timothy envious of him. Someone was out there living his dream. Timothy understood why David had come to him for help now. This Roman Lacroix guy seemed like a real problem. If he was after their company, then he must like it. Timothy stroked his chin as he gazed at the image of Roman. He had a commanding look. His smooth black hair and silver eyes were charming enough for Timothy to realize that he was not only an entrepreneur but also a man of many trades. He knew he had heard of the La
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 30
Jermaine Rhoades scanned the dark room to make sure nobody was in there. It was all clear. He shouldn’t be here, but he had no choice. It had to be done. For the safety of his daughter, he had to do this. His heart raced and he ran his fingers across the well-polished wooden desk. He moved towards the back of the desk and found the drawers. He pulled out one of your drawers and reached into it. His hand met a stack of papers. Jermaine brought it out and placed it on the table. The room was lit dimly by the faint light coming from the moon’s light. It was night and everywhere was quiet. Jermaine knew he had to be swift for him to get here alive. If he was caught, that would be the end of him. He had to be careful. Jermaine scanned the files looking for a particular document but couldn’t find it. His heart was throbbing hard against his rib cage. Fear and anxiety couldn’t keep him focused. He was going to lose everything. When he couldn't find the document, he closed the drawers and h
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 31
“And here you see our stocks in the market drop drastically over the last few weeks,” David said pointing at the chart that was being projected. Roman rolled his eyes at that. It was thirty minutes into the meeting and he was already exhausted. When he had woken up this morning to an emergency meeting text, he knew that his whole day would be slow. The only thing that kept him going was the fact that David was the one presenting. He could barely hide his amusement as he watched the man who had come into his office a few weeks ago threaten to try to convince him to pump more money into the company. The other shareholders which occupied the remaining seats in the table seemed to be paying more attention to David than Roman was. He had a lot on his mind. Like how he was going to convince the remaining shareholders to sell him their shares. With David trying to convince them to add more and reassure them that it was only a temporary issue, it would make it a bit hard to do that. But Rom
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 32
Roman Lacroix sat across Jermaine who looked rough. Roman could barely recognize him. It didn’t take him long to arrive here. The urgency in Jermaine’s voice had propelled him to come quickly. “Thank you for coming, Roman,” Jermaine appreciated. “You sounded like you were in trouble,” Roman pointed out. “I had to.”Jermaine nodded. The afternoon sun was over them as they sat by the window in a cafe. Jermaine’s meeting place was public, but it didn’t matter to Roman. All he wanted to do was make sure that Jermaine was okay. And it seemed his work was already done. “So. What is it? Why do you want to see me so badly?” Roman asked, barely hiding his curiosity. Jermaine nodded and leaned on the table. He looked around and outside the window to make sure nobody was watching or following him. Presently, he didn’t have much time left. They would be looking for him right now, but that didn’t matter to Jermaine. He just wanted to ensure the safety of his daughter. She was the most importan
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 33
Eric Hilton and Adam Coleman stepped out of the car in the parking lot of Lacroix Industries. They were outside now, and couldn’t believe that the building had two parking lots. It seemed like one of them was for the workers, and that was the underground one. Eric felt a little nervous to be back here. The last time they had been here, they had been stalking Roman. Eric still felt guilty that he had lost track of him. Adam whistled as he stared at the huge building. It was a skyscraper that had a gruesome aura around it. Probably because it was painted black. Today, they were here to interrogate Roman. After many sleepless nights of work, they had finally come up with enough reason to interrogate him. “What do you think of this?” Adam asked, pointing at the building. Eric rolled his eyes. “Adam. Remember we aren't here for sightseeing.”Adam placed his hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket. His sandy brown hair was combed backwards making him look a lot younger. Nobody