OLIVER BLAZE: RISE OF THE BELITTLED SON-IN-LAW

Chapter seven

"Young master, there's been an accident! Your girlfriend Geena is dead!!" 

Jamie's words made Oliver freeze. Oliver had decided not to go to the office that day, and Geena took his car instead.

"What did you say?" Oliver asked Jamie like he didn't quite get it the first time.

"There was an explosion at the square. Your car exploded. The police are on their way as we speak-" Jamie's words were cut off when Oliver dashed out of the house.

He quickly grabbed the first car that he saw, and got in. And then, Oliver zoomed off. His breath was heavy, and his chest sunk into his heart.

Geena could not be dead. She couldn't! Oliver approached the square and saw a lot of onlookers glaring at the gory scene, and the police had made a line already.

He stepped down from his vehicle and slowly began to approach the scene.

"Hey, sir, you can't go further. That's a crime scene," a cop tried to push Oliver back but he ignored the cop and went straight in.

People watched as Oliver checked what was left of the ashes, and then, he saw the necklace that he had gifted Geena some nights ago. 

Oliver's heart collapsed. It was true. She was dead. But how did it happen? He wondered. A car wouldn't just explode on its own. Unless it was tampered with. Unless he was the target…

"Mr Blaze. I'm Detective Petra. I've seen you in newspapers and magazines," a female detective suddenly said to Oliver and blushed.

Oliver's gaze was hollow, but anger was slowly replacing the anguish in his soul.

"The deceased was your girlfriend, yes?" She asked him. Oliver nodded.

"Do you have any idea who might have done this?" Detective Petra asked him again. Oliver gritted his teeth. He didn't need to make a guess. 

Oliver had planted secret cameras in his house and if someone had indeed tampered with his car, he would figure it out.

"I'm afraid I don't at this time, Detective. I'd like to leave now," Oliver replied to her and walked past her. Petra sighed.

"Mr Blaze, if you have anything, I need you to come to me with that information. The law can handle it," she said but Oliver gave her no response.

He knew how the law operated in the city. Justice was a joke. That was precisely why he would handle everything himself. Oliver got into his car and zoomed off to the mansion.

When he drove back, he quickly parked the car as the head of the Vipers approached him with Jamie.

"Boss, I'm sorry for what happened-" Ludacris, the head of the Vipers started but Oliver cut him off.

"Not now, Ludacris. I must find out what truly happened," Oliver said to him and walked into the mansion. Ludacris followed closely.

Oliver then approached a wall and pulled out a part of it, exposing keypads. He typed in the passcode and a door opened with a whooshing sound. Ludacris exclaimed as they stepped into a computer room with modern gadgets and all.

"Did you do a proper screening for all Vipers?" Oliver asked him while he began to type on the keyboards.

"Yes, boss. I know every Viper's name by heart," Ludacris replied to him.

"Then, who is that?" Oliver asked and pointed to the screen. Ludacris watched closely as the hooded man sneaked into the compound and planted a bomb on Oliver's car.

Then, the man looked up briefly and the camera captured his face.

"That man is not a Viper. I have never seen him in my life," Ludacris replied to Oliver. Oliver nodded. His entire body was boiling with fury now.

The computers scanned the hooded man's face and pinpointed his current location. Turns out, he was an assassin for hire!

"Let's have a chat with him," Oliver said and dashed out of the house with Ludacris following him. They then drove off to the assassin's current location.

As the drive was quiet, Ludacris could barely guess what was going through Oliver's mind. He had never seen him so angry. Oliver drove to the motel that the assassin was at and headed straight for the room.

He kicked the door down, and the assassin jumped as he grabbed a gun. With the speed light, Oliver grabbed the gun and twisted the assassin's hand.

"Who sent you?" Oliver asked him with fury in his voice. The assassin was trembling now, his eyes filled with fear.

"Who sent you?!" Oliver yelled at him again.

"D-Dominck Torino," the assassin confessed. Oliver was surprised. He had expected that the assassin would say the Mafia or even Tim since he was getting closer to solving his father's murder.

How dare Dominick try to make an attempt on his life? 

"I'll fucking end him!" Oliver fumed. He let go of the assassin's hand and groaned loudly. Pain shot through his system. They shouldn't have killed Geena.

They shouldn't have!

"Please, spare me-"

The assassin didn't finish the statement before Oliver shot him in the head. As the body dropped with a thump, Oliver wiped his prints off the gun and dropped it.

He turned to Ludacris who was also furious.

"Dominick Torino dies today. I'll paint this city red with his blood!" Oliver said to him. 

He and Ludacris got back into the car and drove off to Dominick's house. On getting there, Oliver charged into the house with the house help screaming while they ran.

But Dominick was nowhere to be found. He wasn't home. At that moment, Oliver suspected another foul play.

Where the hell could he be?