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HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 98
Florence Weah sat behind her desk looking at some files. She was still raging from last night. Her father had made a statement which made her infuriated. It almost made her feel that he was never going to be back to normal. It scared her that her father had changed forever, but it didn’t matter to her. Florence never had a life of her own because of her father. She was too busy trying to please him ever since her mother died. He had been hurt and it changed him, and she felt that by doing as he asked, he would slowly come back to the loving father she knew. But that didn’t seem to be working. Instead, it seemed like her father was using her—manipulating her for his self-gain. And a little girl who had no clue of what she was doing, she had fallen for it every single time. But things had changed when she met Roman. He made get feel alive. He made her realize that there was more to life than traveling across the world making deals with the German and Russian mafia. He had made her fee
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 99
Roman stepped out of the elevator with a smile on his face. Lunch with Florence had been a great idea. It had lifted his mood after he had been caught in two minds. Was he going to go starlight to the point, or was he going to play a little longer? He had opted for the second choice hoping that he wasn’t going to regret it later. He glanced at his watch as he walked through the hallway. It was a few minutes to 2 pm. He was late for work. He had been asleep all morning before sending Florence those flowers. He was certain she was going to cherish it. Maybe after work, he was going to sit down in the digital room and watch her every move. That sounded creepy, but he needed to know who she was working with. He didn’t buy that she liked him sincerely. There had to be somebody in the shadows pulling the strings. It could be a new enemy. Roman already had a lot on his plate. He was dealing with Viper Don already who wanted his head on a platter, now he had to deal with a ghost from his pa
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 100
Timothy Belton didn’t understand why he was nervous as he sat behind the desk in Viper Don’s study. Surprisingly, he was alone, and that didn’t make him feel any less nervous. Each time he had come here, Viper Don had always been already seated. But not tonight. Timothy looked at his hands and realized they were sweaty. He could feel his heart pounding in the darkness. He felt he was going to hyperventilate if Viper Don didn’t show up soon. The first time Viper Don had called him, he had been both nervous and excited about the prospect of working with him. To be working with someone like Viper Don ensured you just more than security. It opened more privileges for him. But now, he was reconsidering that. Viper Don wasn’t acting like his partner anymore. Ever since he had acquired the share in Troyes Inc. he had been acting differently. Timothy knew he was searching for something. He didn’t know what it was about, but he knew it had something to do with Roman. It seemed Roman was ever
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 101
It was said that nobody had ever seen Viper Don’s face and lived to tell the tale. But as Timothy stared at his face, he couldn’t believe it. As Viper Don’s face came into view, he immediately turned off the lmao. Another thunderclap was heard in the background. There was going to be a storm tonight. Viper Don sat back on his chair thinking about what he had done. He had broken his code again, but that didn’t matter. He had done it to indicate that there was more coming from him. There was a lot left for him to decide on. Like if he was going to go in all out to get Selena, or if he was going to go after Roman. He was aware that Selena was hiding under Roman’s wing. And it was only a matter of time before they flung the artifacts. They were working together, and if Selena eventually found it, there were going to be a lot of issues. But luckily for him, he usually had a backup plan. Timothy picked up the glass of scotch and took another drink as he tried to digest what he had just se
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 102
As the rain splattered on his window, Viper Don reflected on what just happened. Timothy Belton hadn’t been pleased by his words. But Viper Don had expected his reaction. And he knew what he had to do. Timothy was a liability. And he despised that. Viper Don felt a strong sense of Deja vu. This was similar to what had happened with Jermaine. Jermaine had gone against and had stolen something of much importance to him. And he had lived the consequences of those nefarious actions. Now, Timothy was going to do the same. Viper Don pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. The phone rang for a while. “Hello?” A voice greeted. Viper Don sipped his scotch as he gazed out the window. “You know what you have to do.”“Affirmative.”And with that, the line went dead. ***Timothy Belton felt he had misjudged the rain as he stepped out of Viper Don’s estate. It was cold and he could feel the rain splattered on his face as he stood on the porch. All of a sudden, his car in the
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 103
It was still raining hard when Eric had gotten the call. There had been an accident that seemed more of a homicide. Eric wondered how long they would wait until the rain went away, and his answer had been the next day. As he arrived at the crime scene, he stepped out of the vehicle with Adam Coleman with him. It was morning now, and the sun was rising above the horizon. Eric could still smell the rain that had clouded what seemed to have been more than a murder last night. He wasn’t thrilled that he had been called while he had been trying to get some rest. His phone had rang by 4 am this morning. It had been Deputy Behrens who had phoned him to tell him about the accident. Eric had been pissed that the Deputy had called him about a mere accident, but as he looked at the stacked crime scene, he completely understood. His eyes went to Adam who stared back at him. They both knew what each other was thinking. It was worse than they had thought it would be. There were a couple of ambul
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 104
“What?!” David yelled as he held the receiver to his ear. Lilian was startled by that. She had been seated on the couch watching her favorite program when she heard that. David was about to head to the office when the phone rang. Lilian had answered it, but then told David it was for him. That was the last thing she had heard until now. She turned around to look at David who had a shocked expression on his face. She wondered what kind of bad news he had received. He was trying to control his emotions as he listened to the voice on the other side of the phone. “I’m sorry, Mr. Troyes. I hope you find peace,” the voice said. David sighed and nodded. “Thank you.”And with that, the line went dead. David slammed the receiver back down and ran his fingers through his hair. They had been neatly arranged a few moments ago. Not anymore. He was holding his suit jacket in his hand intending to leave the house with it. But now, he didn’t feel like going anyway. He wanted to stay back at home
HANDS OF RETRIBUTION CHAPTER 105
Viper Don stood by the window with a glass of scotch in his hand. With Timothy now out of the frame, he was thinking of what his next move could be. It was fine to step up then pace and get all his pending missions done. The first had to be the one with Florence. She hadn't picked up any of his calls since that night, and he couldn’t blame her. A few words had been spilled that night that shouldn’t have been. They had talked about her mother, someone he barely held a conversation about. She was gone and he was focused on other things. Big Florence couldn't quite let go of the past. Though he regretted telling her that he was the one here, and not her, it was the simple truth. It had been to make Florence let go of the past and become stronger as he had done, but it wasn’t going to happen. Florence wouldn’t be able to let go of her emotions. Those were the objects of her stagnation. If she wouldn’t let go, she wouldn’t become like him. And what if she didn't want to be like him? What