Romeo lay on his bed, the dim light from a single lamp cast long shadows across the room. His body was full of bruises and cuts, each one was a painful reminder of the ordeal he had endured. He winced as he dabbed antiseptic on a particularly nasty gash on his ribcage, the sting was sharp enough to bring tears to his eyes. He bit down on his lip to stifle a groan, his face twisted in a grimace of pain and fury."Damned bastard," he muttered under his breath, his voice was hoarse from the screams he had unleashed earlier. "Andrew Baines, you son of a bitch."Romeo's hands trembled slightly as he bandaged his wounds, the adrenaline that had fueled his defiance was now replaced by sheer exhaustion. He knew he couldn't let his men see him like this. They were fiercely loyal, and if they found out what had happened, they'd stop at nothing to avenge him. The thought of them storming Davidson Mansion, leaving chaos and destruction in their wake, filled him with a mix of dread and determ
The next day, Romeo took up his phone and dialled Roscoe's number. He had found it at the back of the letter that he sent to him.Romeo's fingers hovered over his phone as he dialed Roscoe's number. The line rang twice before Roscoe picked up."Roscoe," Romeo said, with a voice that was tight with a mix of anger and anticipation. "Explain yourself.""Romeo, I understand your hesitation," Roscoe replied, with a tone that was calm and sincere. "But believe me, I have no ill intentions. The place I have arranged for you to meet Linda is safe. It's a secluded villa on the outskirts of town, surrounded by lush gardens and a serene lake."Romeo's grip on the phone tightened. "Why should I trust you? After everything that's happened?""I understand your doubt," Roscoe continued. "But Linda has been desperate to see you. She missed you terribly at her birthday party, and when she didn't see you, it broke her heart. She has been waiting for this moment, yearning for a peaceful reunion."Romeo
After what felt like an eternity, Romeo stirred as cold water splashed onto his face. His eyelids fluttered, and he slowly regained consciousness. Blinking against the harsh light, he found two men standing over him, their hands were dripping from the water they had just used to rouse him.As his senses returned, Romeo's confusion turned to shock. He looked down and saw that his tailored suit had been replaced with tattered rags. How could this be?To what end was this?Who had been responsible for putting Romeo into such a terrible state?His wrists were bound tightly to the arms of a heavy wooden chair. Panic surged through him, and he struggled against his restraints, but it was futile.Lifting his gaze, Romeo was met with a surreal and unsettling sight. He was in the center of a grand, opulent hall, filled with elegantly dressed people. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a glittering light over the crowd. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and
Romeo's head throbbed, and his vision blurred as Roscoe's command echoed through the hall. "Untie him and let's give the audience what they want."The men who had doused Romeo with water stepped forward and began untying his restraints. His limbs felt heavy and weak, and his muscles ached from the struggle. His mind swirled with confusion and fear as he tried to comprehend his situation.Roscoe, with a gleam of sadistic pleasure in his eyes, began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a muscular build that made him even more intimidating. He tossed his shirt aside and flexed his muscles, coupled with that, a menacing grin spread across his face.The crowd's anticipation grew as they sensed the impending violence. The laughter and whispers gave way to a charged silence, with all eyes fixed on Roscoe and the helpless Romeo.As the last strap was removed, Romeo slumped forward, barely able to keep himself upright. His legs felt like jelly, and his head spun from the disorientation and terr
Roscoe still exuded confidence and dominance as he rushed toward Romeo with a fist that was clenched and aimed to deliver a heavy, deadly punch. The crowd's cheers grew louder, anticipating the final blow. Roscoe's eyes were filled with the thrill of victory, his movements were brimming with the assurance of his impending triumph.I will destroy this useless church rat and gain great and better rewards from Mrs Davidson and Mr Andrew Baines. Roscoe thought.Romeo, however, remained calm. His mind was clear, his focus razor-sharp. As Roscoe closed in, Romeo shifted his weight subtly, coiling his muscles like a spring. He waited for the perfect moment, as every second kept stretching out like an eternity.Then, with lightning speed and precision, Romeo executed a simple yet shocking kung fu move. He sidestepped Roscoe's punch effortlessly and, in one fluid motion, delivered a swift strike to a pressure point on left let which Romeo considered to be a weakness and then to Roscoe's sid
Two days later, Roscoe lay in a hospital bed, looking far different from the confident and dominant man he had been. The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the machines monitoring his condition. A drip set was attached to his arm, slowly delivering fluids and medication to help him recover.Roscoe’s face was pale, and every movement seemed to cause him pain. He winced as he shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position. The sharp pain in his side was a constant reminder of Romeo’s unexpected skill, the surprising blow that didn't only knocked him out, but partially paralyzed him. He couldn’t stop thinking about how easily he had been defeated.A doctor entered the room, wearing a reassuring smile. "Mr. Roscoe, how are you feeling today?" he asked, checking the monitors and adjusting the drip.Roscoe grunted in response. "Better, I guess," he said through gritted teeth. The pain was still intense, but he tried not to show it. He didn’t want to appear wea
The next day, Romeo felt a sudden pang of hunger, however he decided to head to a nearby snack shop for a sandwich.The snack shop was busy with the lunchtime crowd. Now inside the shop, Romeo joined the line, the smell of fresh bread and sizzling meats momentarily distracted him from his dark thoughts.As he reached the counter, he ordered a turkey sandwich. Just as he was about to pay, an arrogant-looking man in a crisp t shirt shoved him aside, cutting in front of him. The man's disdainful sneer was infuriating."Hey!" Romeo barked, as his hand instinctively twitched towards his pocket. The man's rudeness had ignited a spark of anger in him, and his muscles began tensing up as he prepared to retaliate.But then, Romeo paused. He thought of the task ahead, the larger battles he had to fight, especially how had to tackle with the calamity that Lord Baines had brought upon the country's GDP.Taking a deep breath, he stepped back, deciding not to escalate the situation."You are very
Romeo squared his shoulders, staring down at the two hefty men. "You two think that you can get away with insulting me, huh?" he challenged with a voice that was steady and defiant.The first man snorted and stepped closer, with a face that was twisted with anger. "Shut up and leave the road, you idiot," he growled. "You’re blocking our way."The second man folded his arms, his biceps began to bulg under his shirt. "Get lost, Romeo, or we'll make you regret it," he threatened.Ignoring their words, Romeo took out his phone. He quickly began the process of sending a text message. His focus never left the two men as his eyes began to shift from the men to his phone.The first man slapped the phone out of his hand. "You think we're joking?" he snarled. "Leave now, or something worse will happen to you."Romeo picked up his phone, and with an unfazed expression, he said. "I’m not going anywhere," he said calmly. "Do what you want to do."The second man cracked his knuckles. "You’re really