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HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 66
Florence Weah had been watching Roman for over a long period now. His appearance had caught her attention ever since he walked into the event. This was the man her father had been talking about. He was their worst enemy, or at least that was what her father had told her. Staring at him now, he looked nothing like that. He was dressed in a lavender suit with a white undershirt. His jet-black hair glittered under the lights and his silver eyes bore into her soul as she stared at him. He was dead gorgeous. Roman was still in disbelief as he stared at Florence. It was surprising that he hadn’t heard of her before. Her deep blue eyes were one of the best he had seen. They were amazing, and for a few seconds, it seemed the world had stopped around them. They were only both in the room and were spinning slowly as their eyes locked for what seemed to be an eternity. Roman blinked hard, breaking from eye contact. Florence’s cheeks heated up and she looked down at her feet trying to stay away
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 67
Viper Don was standing by the window in the dimly lit room as he stroked his chin. The room was lit by the full moon whose glorious light bathed the room. Viper Don was waiting for his daughter, Florence to get home. He had just received a call from Timothy telling him that he saw Roman Lacroix at the party. That was supposed to be untrue. He had heard from his trusted source that Roman was paralyzed. How could he have gotten better in a short while? Something was off and he didn’t like it one bit. The fact that Roman had escaped from his traps angered him. He was right where he wanted him, and he would have led him to where the artifacts were. Now he was gone, and he had no idea of where Roman or Selena was. If there was one thing he was certain of, it was that Roman wouldn’t stop coming after him and he was prepared for that. Florence had come home at the right time. With her present, he could fulfill his own without even showing his face. All he had rondo was to watch from the sha
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 68
Roman ran on the treadmill as he clenched his jaws. He was finally doing it. He was back on his feet and was doing better. He looked at the speed at which he was going and was impressed by this. His spine ached a little bit. It was bearable. He breathed in heavily as he tried to push himself further. He could do better than this. Roman reached for the dashboard and increased the speed on the treadmill. That turned out to be a bad idea. Roman could feel his knees starting to give in as he ran on the k treadmill. His spine began aching more and more and he could barely feel his legs. Roman tried his best to keep on going. He gritted his teeth and pushed himself further. He was challenging himself, feeling he could do it. He had surpassed his limit from yesterday by a stretch and felt he could keep going. He believed it. The door of the gymnasium swung open and Lydia stepped in dressed in her usual gym clothes. She had a bottle of protein shake in her hand as she came in. It was time f
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 69
Ben rolled out the drawers and reached into it bringing out some files. He was dressed in all black and his right hand was a torch. Its powerful beam illuminated the file that was on the desk now. Ben swung open the file and looked through it. The document in the file was a certificate of ownership and Ben had no interest in it. It wasn’t what he was looking for. He closed the file and pulled the next one which was underneath it. Ben was in a company building that belonged to Floyd Helix. He was looking for clues in the accident of Lacroix’s parents. He was aware of the involvement of Floyd, and all he needed was concrete proof. This was what he did in his spare time and when he wasn’t on a mission with Roman. Now Roman was trying his best to recover from the ailment he suffered, Ben had all the time in the world to look for the evidence, but so far he found nothing. He looked up at the door which was closed in fear that he had heard something. It was just his imagination. Ben shrugg
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 70
Roman Lacroix gritted his teeth as he held the ladder rung. He could feel his arms vibrating and his back aching. He was exhausted but he had to keep going. His black tank top was drenched in sweat and so was his face. He pulled his body forward and held the next rung hoping to push himself, but the energy just wasn’t there. Roman sighed and held onto it, trying to breathe slowly. He had chosen to do this to feel better. He had been working for days now, and pushing himself. Being here without Lydia or Ben was weird because they were always interrupting him every single time at the gymnasium. It was nice to be on his own for once and in a room filled with crowded people he didn’t know. Roman gritted his teeth and pushed himself up once more. His body responded, but his arms were on fire. He could feel them ache with each climb he made. Rock climbing at the gym had come into his mind last night. Having only thought of it recently, he couldn’t get it to his gymnasium so he had offered
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 71
Damon leaned against the desk in the office as the paramedics placed a bag of ice on his head. The other one pointed a tiny flashlight at his eyes, probably checking for signs of concussion. Damon was feeling weird. There had been an infiltration last night, but nothing was stolen. There was a man in the office last night dressed in black. He seemed to have been looking for something of importance to him. Damon had tried to stop him, but that hadn’t gone as planned. Now the sun was up, and the paramedics were trying to make sure that he was okay. The police crowded the office as they searched for anything that was stolen. One would think that it was a crime scene. “How many fingers am I holding up?” The male paramedic asked. Damon looked up at him holding out his index, middle finger, and thumb. “Three,” he said with a sigh. The male paramedic nodded and rose to his feet. He went to meet up with a police officer who was standing by the door. “How is he doing?” The officer aske
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 72
SHANGHAI, CHINA. Lydia stepped out of the car and gazed at her surroundings. The streets were busy with the locals. She wondered which part of Shanghai Roman had taken her to. When Roman had told her he was heading for Shanghai, she didn’t know it would be that same day. By the time they got home, Ben had already packed their stuff for them. Now, they found themselves roaming through the streets of Shanghai. Roman stepped out of the car and looked around. There was something wrong with Ben. He looked tired like he had been up all night. He was aware of that because he had been awake by the time Ben had returned and surprisingly that had been around 3 am. Roman didn’t bother asking because he didn’t want to intrude on Ben’s work. Whatever he was doing, he was sure that it was safe. “Where are we headed?” Lydia asked. Roman smirked at her. He grabbed her hand and walked through the streets of the town. They were heading towards a local area, and Lydia was feeling uneasy. “Why didn
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 73
Lydia woke up to the sound of groans. This confused her. She had thought it was from her dreams, but they seemed to be coming from outside the house. Lydia rubbed her eyes and sat upright. She looked at the empty mat by her side and knew immediately who the groans belonged to. Her eyes scanned the room trying to find a clock but there was none. She reached for her phone underneath her pillow and brought it out. Yawning as she turned it on, she was perplexed to see that it was only fifteen minutes past seven. Why would they be up so early?Lydia was contemplating going back to sleep, but she sighed and rose from the mat. Her back hurt because of where she had slept. The wooden floor was hard and cold. The mat barely did them any favor. Lydia wondered why Roman didn’t choose a Sensei who loved living in an actual house. Over here, they were living retro, and she wasn’t a fan of that. As she got outside, she found Roman and Nuo holding wooden sticks. Roman was standing in an offensive