Rohan walks down the busy streets. He spots a few men in black suits going to his destination: the fitness center. He follows them until they enter the gym.
Rohan enters the lobby and looks around. There is a woman behind the counter checking people out. He approaches.
“Good morning, I am Rudi Rowe. I am here to apply as one of the gym trainers or cleaners,” Rohan starts. “I just need a job.”
The woman looks at him from head to toe and back again. “If you can wait there,” she says, pointing at one of the couches. “You are just in time. I believe the boss is looking for a new personal trainer.”
Rohan nods and obeys the woman. He sits on the couch and replays his separation from Clete. It’s already been a month. The old man still advised him not to take revenge, but no one will be able to stop him now.
“Mr. Rudi?” A man wearing a suit comes up to him. “I am Mr. Dugan. Please follow me.”
He leads him to another room where three men are seated along the hall. They look at Rohan with scrutiny. They are applying for the same position. All have different backgrounds–Some have experience, while others have none.
The door bursts open, and James Yu, his first target, emerges. James owns a chain of fitness centers all over the country. He is a model and a repeat participant in a lot of reality shows that focus on physical prowess.
Walton may be a mighty clan, but that’s mostly because other clans support them. The Twelve Elites, they are called. It is a powerhouse of people below the age of 45 who support each other so they will continue to rule the country behind the shadows. Kendrick’s political ambition is raised by the same group of Elites.
“These are the candidates?” he asks.
“Yes,” Mr. Dugan answers.
“Just hire all of them.”
“But—”
“No buts. I will be late for my show.” James turns and leaves.
Mr. Dugan clears his throat. “You heard him. Let’s get started!”
*****************Rohan has been working hard since the day he entered the gym. He has clients now, but during his free time, he works out. Now, he has become fit, more robust, and more muscular. Perfect for all his plans.
One night, after work, he goes to the bar next to the gym and orders himself a drink. He takes a sip when someone taps him on the shoulder.
“Hey, pretty boy,” a woman whispers.
Rohan is not a pretty boy. Far from it, actually. But he doesn’t correct her because she is attractive. He looks at her and smiles. She is tall and slender, with long legs and a nice ass.
“What’s your name?” she asks.
“Rudi Rowe,” he answers.
She grins wickedly. “Want to have fun with me tonight?” she asks. She places his hand on his shoulders and comes closer to him. Her perfume tickles his nose and makes him feel lightheaded.
“I can’t. I have work tomorrow.”
“What’s your job?”
“I am a personal trainer at Yu’s gym.”
“Oh, that posh gym.” She laughs. “You must be good if you are working there.”
Rohan chuckles. “I am terrific.”
She runs her fingers through his hair, making him shiver. “I bet you are.”
He stands up, and the woman scowls. “Come visit me at the gym. We can talk more then.”
The woman giggles. “So, you are sitting alone so you can get clients?”
“Something like that,” he says, smiling.
“Well, maybe we should go somewhere else.”
Rohan leans towards her and places a quick kiss on her cheeks. “If you visit me at the gym, maybe we can talk about meeting somewhere private after that.”
The woman giggles. “You are such a tease!”
Rohan sips his drink and walks off. It’s how he gets his client lately. He needs to be the top trainer, so James will notice him. He needs to gain his trust.
Three months later...Rohan is in front of Yu’s employees. He is the first quarter’s top awardee because he’s got a couple of clients and is earning decently. James approaches him with a smile on his face. “Congratulations, Rudi! You’ve done well.”Rohan nods. “Thank you.”“You are welcome. I was wondering if you would like to join my team. I am looking for a personal trainer to help me manage the other trainers.”Rohan is stunned. This is precisely what he wanted–the opportunity to work under him. That way, his revenge will be easier. “I’m interested.”“Great!” James claps his hands together. “You start tomorrow morning.”James turns his attention back to the other employee and says, “For anyone who would like to have the same position. Work hard, and I will include you in the team that I am building.”The employees cheer. “Now, let’s celebrate!” James shouts. “To a successful first quarter!”**************The next day, Rohan arrives at the gym early in the morning and sees James s
The day of the show has arrived. The audience watches the program while waiting for the host to call on James. He is the recent winner of another fitness reality show competition. A few minutes later, when the emcee announces James, he comes out wearing a shirt and pants instead of his usual suit. He sits down in front of the camera and smiles at the audience. “Hello, everyone!” he chirps.The host starts with the interview, while Rohan stands on the side. He watches closely how James presents himself to the public and tries to memorize everything he does. He could use it against him later.“You won last year’s competition. How did you prepare yourself for this season?” the host asks.“I trained harder than before.”“What kind of results did you get?”“I was able to increase my muscle mass by two percent.”“That’s an appreciable increase.”“Not so much. That is why, for this season, I hired a personal trainer to help me reach my goals.”“How many trainers do you have?”“Only one, but
A multi-step plan. Kyndra had always told him that to win, he needed more than one alternative plan in case Plan A fell apart.Now, Plan A has fallen apart. Kyndra mentioned that James was a closet homosexual. So Rohan expected that after that scene with the hired whore, James would force him to become his lover. That way, he will offer a different male to be his lover.“Rudi, don’t just stand there. Open the door,” James orders.That’s when Rohan realizes he’s been standing and staring at nothing for a while. He is inside James Yu’s office pretending to be a good employee.Gathering himself up, he walks up to the door and opens it. Mr. Dugal enters the room with a young man behind him. A new personal trainer, his hired male escort. The man is tall, muscular, and very handsome. He has short brown hair and dark brown eyes. His lips are full and pouty. He wears a tight black tank top underneath a polo shirt and grey slacks.He glances at him and gives a single bow as acknowledgment. The
A sweet trap. That’s exactly what James has fallen into. The retreat is for his stamina, but he is being trained in the pleasures of bed instead. Which means that Rohan has time for his revenge. Irving is proving himself to be useful to his plans. So useful, in fact, that Rohan gets out of the house because James’ moans of pleasure have become annoying.Every night, though, Irving still reports to him. He mentions that James is insecure about the power and influence of his mother. He also can’t admit to his mother that he is homosexual.And at the very few moments he finds them training, Irving always gives him cold water. It’s as if it’s his showing that he cares for James.“Here,” Irving will say. “You need to hydrate.”“Oh, thank you,” James responds and accepts the offered water.However, it will only take an hour. Soon, they are already kissing and making love again. And Rohan is getting a lot of resources. He has already finished a couple of videos and released them to the inter
Two weeks later, Irving arrives at the agreed spot with a briefcase. He hands it over to Rohan after they shake hands.“It’s all here,” he tells him. “I hope this is enough to keep your silence.”Rohan grins and opens the case. Inside are stacks of hundred-dollar bills. “It’s more than enough, Irving.”“Here,” he says. “James, also give you a plane ticket to get out of the country.”“To keep track of me?” Rohan smirks. “I don’t think that’s needed.”“He just wants to make sure.”Rohan whistles. “But I think you will soon ask for my help.”Irving stares at him. “What do you mean?”A cruel look appears on Rohan’s face. “Be careful dealing with the elites, Irving. They are people you won’t be able to handle.”“I can handle James just fine.”Rohan guffaws. “If you say so, be happy with your partner.”“And good luck with your plans,” Irving says before walking away.Rohan waves at him. He has already planned his next move. He needs to take care of some other people first. And soon, he will
The TV blares in the background while Rohan prepares his food and beer. He sits on the couch and watches the news. The anchorperson reports how the police discovered that James Yu died of a steroid overdose. Prolonged usage has made James healthy on the outside, but unhealthy and weak on the inside. “James Yu. The sole heir of the Yu dynasty died today,” the anchor said. “It will be remembered that James Yu has a problem with—” A knock comes on the door. Rohan smirks. Just about time. Hera did a good job, huh? He stands up from the couch and opens the door, revealing a distraught Irving. “They will kill me,” he greets. “I guess it’s not a good day for you?” He glances at the TV. “You already know.” “As you can hear.” Rohan opens the door wider for him. “Come in.” Irving enters the house and looks around. “I am glad you are still here.” “Why are you here, Irving?” “I need money to get out of the country.” “Why? You have James Yu’s fortune.” “If he is alive! But if he’s dead,
Two men enter the bedroom, breaking the door open. They point their guns at Rohan, who quickly grabs his pistol and points it at them, too. One of them smiles. “So you are the helper.” He pulls out a knife from his pocket and throws it at Rohan’s chest. He tries to evade, but the blade pierces through his shirt and the first layer of skin. He falls back onto the bed, clutching his shallow wound. Still, a trickle of blood gushes out from it. “You should’ve lived your life peacefully,” one of them snarls. Rohan looks at him with contempt. He did try, and what did that do to him? He became a slave to the Waltons. Worse, they took his inheritance from him, and they even attempted to take his life! So, this pain is nothing! “Where is Irving?” Rohan asks instead. “That half of a human will die today. We are—” To surprise them, he aims his gun at them and fires several shots before allowing them to finish speaking. One of them gets shot and collapses on the floor, bleeding heavily. Anot
Rohan walks through the lobby of the fashion studio, and his heart thumps in his chest. He’s fit now because of his stint with James Yu. For a few weeks, he also hired a modeling trainer to practice. He is just wondering if it’s enough to pass. But then, at least he is wearing his best suit, his hair carefully combed, and he’s determined to make a good impression. Besides, Rosalyn Rugge will be among the judges.And so, Rohan sits with the other hopefuls. Like him, they all look good. He is lost in thought that he almost misses it when his name is called. He quickly makes his way to the stage and greets the judges.“Mr. Hansel Crago, you are not wearing the assigned clothes,” one judge says. “Go and change your clothes. You should be in boxers.”“Oh, I am sorry. I didn’t know.”Of course, Rohan knows that. He needs it just so the judges will remember him, even if it’s the ugly type of being noticed. Besides, he will be Hansel Crago for only a while.One judge groans, “Then just leave
As Pablo finishes his testimony, the courtroom is in shock. Gertrude’s face is twisted in anger and disbelief, while her lawyer looks defeated.“Your honor, I object to these baseless accusations against my client!” Gertrude’s lawyer exclaims.The judge raises an eyebrow. “I have heard enough evidence from Mr. Pablo and the other witnesses to proceed with this trial. Do you have any more witnesses or evidence to present on behalf of your client?”Gertrude’s lawyer shakes his head, knowing that there is no way to defend against the overwhelming evidence presented by Rohan and his team.The prosecutor steps forward confidently. “Your honor, we have shown with irrefutable evidence that Ms. Gertrude is involved in various illegal activities. We request that she be taken into custody immediately.”The judge bangs his gavel. “Ms. Gertrude, you are under arrest for drug trafficking, money laundering, and human trafficking.”The court erupts into cheers as Gertrude is led away by police offic
After a while, Tyrianne comes out of her room wearing a skimpy outfit. “Oh, I didn’t know you were awake,” she comments, lowering down the volume of the television. “Who could sleep with that kind of noise?!” he snaps, straightening from the sofa. She chuckles, unaffected by his irritation. “We might have a little too much fun.” “A little?” Rohan’s voice rises in disbelief. “That was not a little. You two were practically screaming your lungs out!” Tyrianne just shrugs nonchalantly. “Well, we can’t help it if we enjoy each other’s company,” she smirks. Rohan rolls his eyes and huffs in annoyance. “I swear, you two have no sense of decency.” “Decency?” Tyrianne repeats, raising an eyebrow at him. “You’re one to talk about decency when you are watching TV at such a loud volume.” He gives her a pointed look before turning back to the TV. He doesn’t want to admit that he was trying to drown out the scandalous sounds coming from her room. She walks over and sits beside him on the co
They spend the rest of the evening coming up with a plan to gather evidence against Gertrude. They decide that Douglas will sneak into her office during business hours and retrieve any incriminating documents or emails from her computer. The following day, Rohan watches from a safe distance as Douglas makes his move. He sees him looking around before slipping inside Gertrude’s office. Rohan can feel his heart racing with anticipation, knowing that this could make or break their case against Gertrude. Inside the office, Douglas quickly moves towards Gertrude’s computer and begins typing furiously. Rohan can see that he is nervous, but determined, as he sifts through files and folders on the computer. Then, there is a loud noise outside the office and Douglas freezes, looking around frantically for a place to hide. The door swings open, revealing Gertrude herself. Douglas hides behind the desk before Gertrude can see him. But as she heads straight for the desk, Rohan holds his breath
Rohan adjusts his tailored tuxedo jacket and straightens his silk tie as he enters the grand ballroom. “You look stunning,” he whispers to his partner, Tyrianne, as they make their way through the lavish crowd. “Thank you, darling,” Tyrianne replies with a smug grin, flaunting her designer gown that hugs her curves perfectly. “I can’t believe we blended in so well with these wealthy elites,” he chuckles, scanning the room for their target. “But I have a feeling Gertrude will stand out like a sore thumb.” Tyrianne mumbles something, her eyes already searching for their target. Rohan mimics her. They are using crystal glasses and extravagant decorations. There is also a huge chandelier above, which gives off a more opulent atmosphere that matches Gertrude’s persona. “She loves to show off her wealth and power? I guess this is a great place to do it.” As they carefully navigate through the throngs of people, Rohan and Tyrianne keep up a steady stream of discreet conversation, keepi
Rohan and Tyrianne quickly make their way towards their safe-house, the injured mercenary slung over Rohan’s shoulder. They have no time to waste, as they need answers from this man before he succumbs to his wounds. As they enter the safe-house, Rohan sets the injured man down in a chair while Tyrianne begins to prepare for the interrogation. She brings out various tools, including ropes and knives, that she knows will be effective in getting information out of someone. She also prepares medicines and bandages — another path for the mercenary if he chooses to cooperate. When the mercenary wakes up, he struggles weakly against his restraints as Rohan takes a seat across from him. His eyes flicker with fear and pain, but he remains silent. “Who hired you?” Rohan starts off calmly. The mercenary remains silent, his gaze shifting between Rohan and Tyrianne. “Are you not going to answer?” Tyrianne asks coldly, her fingers daintily touching the different tools setup for him. “I—I can’
Without a moment’s hesitation, Rohan and Tyrianne duck behind the staircase as Jackson starts firing his gun. The bullets ricochet off the walls, sending dust and debris flying in all directions. The two huddle together, trying to come up with a plan. “We need to disarm him,” Rohan whispers, his eyes darting around the area for any possible weapons they can use. Tyrianne nods in agreement. “I’ll create a diversion. You sneak up on him from behind,” she says, before dashing towards the opposite end of the hallway. Jackson’s attention turns towards her, and he starts shooting in her direction. Meanwhile, Rohan takes advantage of the distraction and stealthily moves towards him. Just as Jackson turns around, Rohan tackles him to the ground, sending both of them tumbling down the stairs. The impact knocks the wind out of Rohan, and he struggles to maintain his grip on Jackson’s gun. They wrestle on the floor. He can feel his muscles straining from the effort. “You think you can take m
Rohan and Tyrianne sit across from each other in a dimly lit room, sharing breakfast and visibly shaken. Dust fills the air and the slivers of light that sneak in from the outside illuminate the room. He shifts his gaze to her, and like him, her face is pale and drawn. He can see the worry in her expression, the same as what he is feeling now. Tyrianne breaks the silence. “How could it have been so easy?” Her voice is barely audible and there is a tremble in her voice as she speaks. Rohan shakes his head. “I don’t know,” he admits. “Do you think it’s a trap?” “But we’re still alive.” “A delayed trap, perhaps?” Still, Rohan feels like someone is laughing at him–as if he is being played around. “How safe is this place?” she asks. “You’re the only person who knows this place.” “I’m worried about my kids in the orphanage.” “I don’t think they would massacre them.” “Rohan!” she scolds, and she might not have noticed herself, but she just called him by his name. “Should I apolog
There are two places that Pablo has mentioned to Rohan where they can look for more evidence. One is in a mansion, the other one is in a derelict warehouse looming before them.“Why did Pablo even think that this warehouse has evidence?” Rohan asks as he walks inside.This place is more than abandoned. Shadows dance through the shattered windows as he and Tyrianne pick their way carefully over the debris on the floor.“He did say that Gertrude’s allies are using this place to store incriminating documents.”“Without a guard?”“We’re not yet sure of that,” she answers.Rohan keeps quiet as they delve deeper into the crumbling building.“Over here,” Tyrianne calls softly, her flashlight illuminating a stack of dusty file boxes tucked away in a corner.Rohan joins her, his pulse quickening as he opens the first box. “Look at this,” he murmurs
The following weeks are a flurry of activities. They set their plans in motion. Rohan and Pablo help gather evidence against Gertrude, while Tyrianne snakes her way into infiltrating Gertrude’s inner circle. Although, Tyrianne looks all harmless, innocent, and sincere—it belies the fact that she can ensnare anyone within her traps.The door opens, and Tyrianne comes into his office. She is wearing a purple dress that reaches half her thighs. Her hair is up in a lovely bun and her heels are at least five inches high.Sitting on a couch, she removes her heels and starts to massage her feet.“Gertrude Mendoza has her fingers in a lot of pies,” Rohan informs her.“Right,” she says. Clearly tired and annoyed by the recent social event she had just attended.“How’s everything on your side?”“Bad. I didn’t see Clint at all. No one from Gertrude’s side attended the event too.”“A waste for the get-up?”“What?” she asks, frowning.“Well, you look pretty in that dress,” he comments, almost trip