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HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 39
Selena Rhoades felt nervous as she rang the doorbell of the huge mansion. It was barely daybreak, and she wondered if it was a good idea to be ringing the doorbell of someone she didn’t know. She had never met Roman Lacroix in her life, but somehow he had a special place in her father’s heart. Selena’s mind went to her father. There was no doubt that he was dead by now. The cartel must have gotten to him. She was all alone in the world now. No father, and no mother. Selena’s face was swollen from crying. She had taken the bus here, and throughout the ride, it was nothing but tears. She had feared going blind from crying for too long. Crying isn't going to do anything. Her father had sacrificed his life to save hers, but there could have been a different approach to that. They could have left New York and gotten to another city where they would have started afresh, but her father had been against that. Jermaine was one of the most stubborn people she met. He had preferred to die than
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 40
Eric Hilton and Adam Coleman stepped out of the crime scene with cups of cappuccino in their hands. It was getting cold now, and Eric wondered how long he was going to keep drinking it. He was slowly losing his appetite with each passing second. The body of Jermaine Rhoades was being bagged and would be taken away soon. After that, they would go to Roman Lacroix’s office where he would surely answer a few questions from them. There was no escaping what was coming to him. Finally, they had him where they had always wanted him. All they had to do was apply for an arrest warrant and he would be theirs. That wasn’t going to be hard to get from Deputy Behrens. Eric sipped his cappuccino and watched Leonard step out of the house. He took off his gloves and placed them in his kit walking towards the men. “Gentlemen. I will study the corpse further and see what I can find for you both.”Eric nodded at that. “Thank you so much, Leonard.”Leonard shrugged. “I mean, it’s my job,” he pointed
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 41
In the dark room, a figure stood by the window which was illuminated by the moonlight. It was the Viper Don. He was thinking about what he had done. Just over twenty-four hours ago, he had taken Jermaine’s life right here in this room. He wasn’t still satisfied with that. Killing Jermaine was a good idea, but he had no other choice. Jermaine had something he wanted; the map and compass. Those two artifacts were of importance to him. Where the map led to was very important. But Jermaine knew that and therefore proceeded to steal them from him claiming they weren’t his. Nobody told the Viper Don what could be his and not. And those artifacts were his, passed down from generation to generation. All he had to do was find where the map was. With Jermaine dead, they had no other choice but to start from scratch. They didn’t know where to start. His men had ransacked Jermaine’s home that same night, but they couldn’t find where he had placed it. It meant that it wasn’t there. It would be s
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 42
Selena was sitting timidly on the couch when Roman returned. She was still feeling queasy about everything. The thought of being in a place where she had no idea of gave her that uneasy feeling. She was alone in the living room now, but she knew she was being watched. If Roman was a friend of her father, then she knew that there was something different about him. He wasn’t just an ordinary billionaire. There had to be a huge secret he was hiding. Selena had noticed this pattern in all rich men in New York City. There had to be something they were putting their hands in. Something dangerous and illegal. And innocent people like her father were paying for it every day with their lives. This wasn’t the first time she had heard of someone dying at the hands of a secret gang or cartel. It was well-known around the city. There were these groups that haunted the streets of New York day and night, trying to inflict damage on the people who lived there. Even the food at some point got tired o
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 43
“Please tell me you placed a tracker on her,” Roman said to Ben as he stood behind the monitor screen. Ben was silently searching through the monitor screen. Roman was getting worried already. Selena had done the stupidest thing ever. She had left the house and gone on to fend for herself. Didn’t she know that she was being looked for? If Jermaine was trying to protect, it meant that the cartel was after her. Why would she do something as stupid as leaving the only place that guaranteed her safety? Roman couldn’t understand her. A new screen popped up. It was information about Selena. Roman stepped closer to the monitor and read it. Selena was twenty-five and was in school to get her Ph.D. Roman was surprised by this. She had a good academic background, and she was smart. She would be a great addition to the team, but it seemed she didn’t want to be a part of anything that was going on here. Roman guessed she wasn’t a fan of his. “She has a pretty good background, you know?” Ben co
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 44
Selena Rhoades sighed as she stood on the porch of her house. Behind her was the yellow tape which cautioned people from stepping into the crime scene. Selena felt a churn in her stomach as she looked at the house. Just over twenty-four hours ago, her father had come home telling her to leave. She had known that her father was affiliated with bad men. She was aware of the crimes he had committed with the cartel just so they could live better lives. But Selena never asked for that. She never wanted this. All she wanted was someone who would understand her. Her father was the last person on earth whom she understood and could talk to about anything. Left with no friends and family left, Selena could feel the cold hands of loneliness grip her. She clenched her teeth together and stepped into the house. In the living room where they had argued last night was a chalk drawing of where his corpse had been found lying. Selena could feel her teeth grit in fury. This wasn’t fair. If her fathe
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 45
Roman Lacroix sat in a black Audi as he watched the college students walk past him. He was looking for some in particular. Selena Rhoades. Though she didn’t want him around, Roman couldn’t help but think that she needed his help. She didn’t realize it yet, but it was true. He was trying to help her out, but she couldn’t see that. That wasn’t going to stop him. He had made a promise to her father, Jermaine, to make sure that she was safe, especially from the cartel members that were trying to get her. They knew she was hiding something, and she would be crucial to their plans of acquiring it. Roman had done the math himself. The results were morbid and dangerous. He couldn’t sit back and watch The Viper Don takeover Brooklyn or New York as a whole. There were a whole lot of opportunities waiting for him, and he couldn’t let this cartel ruin those opportunities for him. Roman was dressed in a black suit and he had a pair of black shades on which sealed his eyes from the bright sunset.
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 46
“Roman?” Selena called as his hands left her mouth. “Yes. It’s me,” Roman said looking around. He was lucky to have arrived in time. As he watched Selena step out of the bus, he noticed two men who had been following her. It didn’t take him long to realize that the men were working for the cartel. He had immediately positioned himself in the alley and waited for her, hoping that the men wouldn’t get to her before him. Selena couldn’t believe that she would be relieved to see Roman. He had saved her from being abducted. She now felt guilty for doubting him and telling him to leave him alone. It was good that someone was watching her back even if she didn’t want that. “Don’t worry, you're safe now,” he assured her. Selena nodded at that. Her heartbeat had returned to normal and she was finally feeling herself once more. She couldn’t be more thankful for that. “Come on, let’s get you home,” Roman said, grabbing her hand. As they headed out the alley, five men converged at the en