109 An Unexpected Call
Leon was about to leave the office for Bronx city when he got an unexpected call.
“Hello, nephew! How is my sweet boy doing?” Maxwell’s voice was calm but deep, just like Rex’s voice. If Leon didn’t know his uncle better, Maxwell could be easily mistaken for Rex.
“Uncle Maxwell! Wow! I’m doing great! It’s been ages!” Leon’s tone conveyed his excitent and surprise. “The last ti I asked after you, I was told you had gone on a personal imposed exile.”
Maxwell chuckled before replying. “Yes, son! I needed ti and space to clear my head. So many troubled waters filled with sharks that I had to eliminate. However, I’m back.”
“Welco back, Uncle!” Leon smiled.
“Thanks, son. Your dad just told sothing that is ripping my heart that I never knew existed until now.”
Leon grinned at his uncle’s jokes amidst the pain in his heart. He heaved a sigh before responding: “yeah! I wish there was sothing I could do to prevent it from happening.”
“ too, son! too!”
Leon could detect the frustration in his uncle’s voice and it made him sad. It has been three weeks ago since his father told him about his illness and the limited ti he had left.
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“Wait a minute, that ans dad has just three weeks left?” Leon queried himself out loud, making his uncle sigh audibly.
“Yes, son. That’s what he told .”
“Shit!” Leon said between gritted teeth.
“Take it easy, Leon. I’ll be coming around tomorrow to that we can talk at length. Your dad thinks he is over-laboring you. He is also afraid that when he dies, so of his sleeping competitors may revolt against you.”
“They wouldn’t dare,” Leon said between clenched jaws. “I’ll have them all slaughtered before they try.”
“Exactly what I told your dad! Nevertheless, I’ll still co around so that we could rub minds together just like old tis.”
“That would be great, uncle! What ti should I pick you up at the airport?”
“Between two and three PM, my flight should arrive at Amzone city.”
“Perfect, then we will see tomorrow,” Leon said.
“When coming, bring along your beautiful wife. Your dad already told that you are married. I want to see the lucky girl that finally caught your heart.” Maxwell said in a cheerful tone and ended the call before Leon had ti to respond.
“Hmm...” Leon smiled.
Maxwell was the most difficult man to please when it ca to relationships. He was picky, arrogant, bossy, and easily offended. His intimate relationship with the female folks barely lasted for more than a week. So of the ladies usually gave up after spending just a single day with him due to his insatiable demands. While others run after a week due to his frightening personality.
Just like Rex, Maxwell was a ruthless dictator. If Rex’s ruthlessness was described as ice, Maxwell’s would be described as the scorching sun.
The words forgiveness or redemption did not exist in Maxwell’s vocabulary. He had no patience for settlent or apology. Justice was always swift and horrendously evil.
At so point in Leon’s teenage life, it was rumored that Leon got most of his deadly traits from his evil uncle. Hence, whenever Maxwell was in town, Leon was referred to as Maxwell’s son.
After a brief mont of contemplation, Leon zood off toward Bronx city.
On arrival at the warehouse, Leon was greeted by Sky with interesting news.
“Boss, are you aware that Albert now has an adopted son?” Sky’s haunted eyes bead with excitent. From a reliable source, we gathered that he has disowned his daughter and sent her to a psychiatric institution outside the country.”
“Hmm!” Leon smirked devilishly. “Does that bring us to the end of Chloe Robinson? I guess not. Find out everything you can about the institution she was taken to. I have both good and bad plans for her.”
“Yes, boss.”
“By the way, what’s the na of this Albert’s adopted son?”
“His na is Luke Robinson. He has been made to take the place of Chloe and from the info I got, he’s a smart, sane, and optimistic young lad!”
“Good for him! I have no grudge against him as long as he doesn’t ss with my wife. Where is Frost?”
“He is currently in the torture chamber awaiting your arrival.” Sky grinned evilly.
“Good! It’s ti to clip the chicken’s wing!” Leon walked into one of his private offices and change his clothes. Then he went into the torture chamber and sat down opposite Frost.
Frost was strapped to a seat with both hands fastened to a table. His eyes were weak, swollen, and sleep-deprived. His chest was bare due to his bandaged shoulders and his trouser had been trimd to a short in other to give room for his white blood-stained bandage thigh.
“Hello, Frost, welco to your second day in hell.” Leon picked up a tal body dium size pruner: with a sharp glistening blade in one hand and a dium size tal hamr in the other hand.
“You are in luck today, Frost.” Leon stared into Frost’s terrified eyes with a devilish glint dancing at the corner of his eyes. “I’m in a good mood! So, I’ll allow you to choose one of the weapons in my hands. Would you go for the hamr or the clipper?”
Frost’s heavy breathing quadrupled. His was pounding in his chest. His weak body started trembling at the thought of what Leon intended to do with the weapons. His eyes darted from the clipper to Leon’s evil eyes, and down to the hamr.
“Mr. Treshvire, p...please, s...show rcy!” Frost said in a trembling voice.
“rcy! Did you just say, rcy?” Leon’s eyes suddenly turned bloodshot. “Only the saint knows that word, ‘rcy’. You and I are no saints, just sinners. The day you sealed your doom was the day you ssed with my angel. I am her demon and my terror knows no bound.”
Leon lifted the hamr and struck Frost’s right forefinger.
“Ahhhhh!” Frost’s heart-piercing screeching screams could be heard from a distance. Blood rose to his brain and bile rose to his throat. Both solid and liquid matter rushed out of his system as wave after wave of pain greeted his being.
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