Return Of The Dragon Lord

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Avon got home at the urgent request of his personal assistant, he had said to him on the phone that he had an urgent important information to share with him.

Stepping out of his SUV he marched inside his Villa, going straight to his office and sitting down on his chair as he awaited for the arrival of the one that wanted him to be back.

He saw his house in chatter, and total disarray, with workers trooping everywhere and placing things in order. The party he was having was in arrangement.

“Boss.” A voice called, entering the office where Avon was at.

Avon raised up his bent head, acknowledging his personal assistant who had just come in.

“Yes, tell me what was so urgent I had to leave where I was?” He asked, impatient evident in his voice as he gazed intently at him.

“Well I have found the murderer of your family,” he began, stopping his words and starring at the General with the look of permission to continue.

“Continue.” Avon stated, getting his message from his eyes.

“It was by the gang named the Devil’s Brotherhood, they work for the Wilson’s family and they must have ordered them to kill you and your family.” He said, his face falling into despair hoping the General’s next reaction won’t lead to his doom.

He had told him to keep any news about the murderer of his family till tomorrow when the party is done and everyone has know about the arrival of the Dragon General.

“What was my instruction earlier ago?” Avon asked in a cold voice, his icy gaze stabbing daggers into his assistant’s nervous soul.

“To keep the news I have till tomorrow General.” He answered, head bent and unable to see his Boss’s reaction on his face at all.

“Then why are you telling me now?”

“Because then I haven’t found out about the Wilsons being the one who ordered for your family to be killed.” Finn Valor gave another soft response, his heart hammering against his chest hoping that sounded convincing enough like he planned it to be.

“So?”

“They’re part of the families invited to your welcome party, and the patriarch of the family is also celebrating his eighteenth birthday a day after tomorrow, I just got the invitation for you not long.” He brought out an invitation card with a ribbon design on it out of the files he was holding, waving it visibly on air in front of Avon’s eyes.

“Be on your way.” Avon dismissed removing his gaze from him.

A silent relieving sigh fell off Finn’s lip as he backed away and out of the General’s office. Getting outside the door he placed a palm over his chest, then another relieving smile curled up his lips as he walked away.

Avon’s face was covered in half, his folded palm in each other was above his face over his mouth and part of his nose as he dwell in his thought.

Thinking about the day everything changed for him, the day he sort into becoming the man he is right now.

Also wondering the reason to why the Wilsons would have cold heartedly ordered for his family to be wiped out, without giving a second thought for a whole family to be killed. That was cruel and a monstrous act.

He knew for a fact that the richest and most successful conglomerate company in EastHill was head by his father, and that could have brought about unwanted jealous that led to him being murdered, his family along with him.

He wondered in his mind what offense his father might have committed or his mother or any one from his family excluding himself because he knew he did nothing wrong to the family. He wondered what offense they all might have committed to the family that warrant them to be murdered cold heartedly.

His expressing darkened with anger as the event of the other day played clearly back in his head, the way the shot was fired at his mother’s head, the bullet piercing his father’s heart more than three times, his innocent sister getting shot in the head. The gory incident replaying right in front of his eyes.

The look of revenge was quick to swallow up his face mixed with a glint of sadness, he removed the hand on his face as he pressed his lips tightly together, staring at the space of nothing with his hands placed on the desk.

He would have his revenge no matter what, starting from the stupid gang that carried out the order of his family to be cleared out.

He would also have everything taken away from his family back, they murder his family because of the position he held at the company, he would have the position back, collect back everything taken from his family, and make the family ridden by greed to allow there thoughts give in to the devil’s perception pay for what they did. The memory of his family getting killed in his eyes was still fresh in his head. He just couldn’t forget that easily, unless he had revenge those who did the deed.

All this would begin after his arrival party where he had plan not to even show his face again, showing his face would only mean for a lot of people to find him out as Avon Barksdale. The Barksdale that everybody thought they’re no more.

He clicked on the button provided at his desk, signaling the attention of Finn; his personal assistant, he needed his attention.

Seconds after was Finn rushing inside the office, “General you called for me,” he said, bowing his head in front of him as a sign of respect.

“I need you to find every piece of information you can get from those brotherhood gang. All information including their family, relatives, friends, all of them, plus their addresses. I want them all sent to my email. Understood?” He spoke with so much power, anger, hatred, and most of all vengeance.

“Yes General.”

“You’re dismissed.” He shifted his gaze away from him again and back to the desk. His eyes were filled with so much pain, pain that only defined anger and sadness.

Finn turned back, seeing himself out of the General’s office and to go tend to his needs.

Avon Barksdale stood up from where he was, pacing a bit around his office, then walked back over to his drawer, dragging the rectangular safe out and removing a neatly placed pistol on a pillow out from it. He proceeded into bringing out the other part that made the gun effective outside on his desk, including the bullets and all.

Arranging everything and corking the gun, he brought out the pillow, targeted it and release a shot, that sent an ear deafening sound blaring from his office.