I want him dead!

Raphael settled quite well in school but had some challenges with actually making new friends especially with the girls. He was more of an introvert so didn't associate much with his peers.

Having lived without parental sustainace made Raphael quite a boring teenager.

He spent most of his days in the library because no one else seemed to relate with him even sometimes hates being around others. But he was such an intelligent young chap, that's basically one of the reasons he's father wants him as a successor.

Even as a young adult, he sees life from a different perspective unlike his father. Raphael was someone special with lots of humour and sensitivity.

"He's such a cutie" a girl who had been miserably crushing on him since his resumption.

"I wonder why he seemed to always be quiet and boring" She muttered.

"That's how cute guys do yunno...they hardly show off" Karen added as she stared at him even more.

"But Damn!...he's hot!..girl" Clara uttered seductively.

"I saw him first so back off!" Clara shuned at her.

"He hasn't even noticed you yet...so chill!" Karen responded sharply.

Raphael was busy sketching a rose flower oblivious of the two girls whispering close to where he sat.

He was a good artist but didn't see it as a rare talent because that wasn't his ambition. Although he has a collection of some art works he made while in Spain. He's love for art made him realize his passion for drawing and sometimes wished to have a tattoo just to immortalize his love for art.

The lectures for that day were postponed for the weekend so everyone was delighted.

Gregory couldn't stay too close to Raphael because he hated such attitude. He instructed him to wait outside of the premises till after lectures.

Gregory was like a hitman with the power of a body guard and a chauffeur so basically he was like Raphael's shadow.

Raphael didn't want him to be too clingy because he loved his privacy and didn't want anyone to know he had a bodyguard following him around like a bee.

He still took orders from the boss sometimes especially when Raphael has lectures to attend.

Mr Duke was seemingly a very busy man who hates those you doesn't cooperate with him.

He only makes phone calls and attends very important meetings but doesn't deny himself some pleasure.

Everything was at his beck and call.

Mr Duke never hesitates to enjoy his illegal wealth and all the troubles that comes with it.

"How well do you know this drug cartel?" He asked sternly.

"Well sir...I've done my research and I got some really good reports about their shady deals as well as their mean mafia" Elias replied abruptly.

"And the consignments?"

"They're on their way already sir...all arrangements has been made boss!" Elias sounded.

Mr Duke had alot of hitmen and Elias was just one of his numerous bulldogs.

"Excellent!...but I don't seem to trust the cartel just yet. Research more about them...do all that is necessary and get back to me" He said curtly and lights up a cigarette.

"Yes boss...you can count on me" Elias replied .

He was one of his best hitman but Elias wasn't loyal to him. He was a spy sent by a nemesis to know the in and out of Mr Duke's deals and movements.

Elias knew his life was at a high risk because how ruthless Mr Duke could be.

He's always careful with his actions especially when the boss sends him on such errands.

Mr Duke hates traitors and whomever he has doesn't like is his enemy.

He had a bodyguard who was sent by an enemy to spy on him some years ago but he didn't live to tell the story. Mr Duke wiped out his entire family and crippled him.

No one messes with the boss and lives to tell the story.

"Sir...I have some information for you concerning the Wellingtons" Elias uttered.

He turned swiftly and looked at Elias with curiosity.

"The Wellingtons?" He paused for awhile and cleared his throat.

"Let's hear it...." He said curtly.

"Okay boss...he's only daughter just resumed college and his wife is a professional nurse but he is under tight surveillance"

Mr Duke remained silent for some minutes as he sips some whiskey.

"Very good....so my nemesis is still alive and even in the same city with me...interesting" He muttered.

"Revenge is a dish best served cold...don't you think so my faithful Elias?"

"Of course boss...he wouldn't know what hit him" Elias replied in agreement.

"I despise that name with everything in me because of the pains he inflicted on my scarred heart..." He roared angrily and broke the glass of whiskey in his hand.

Elias became frightened knowing he wasn't faithful to the boss.

"Calm down boss...I...."

Mr Duke immediately halts him sharply.

"I want him dead!..." He yelled loudly.

Elias had never seen him in such an angry state before but was scared to death of what he was capable of doing especially to those who hurt him.

"No one hurts me and goes scot free...hell No!" He smirked.

"I'm here to make sure you get your revenge" Elias replied.

"Now...I want you to send some of the men to the store house and get the new weapons ready...it seems we're about to thirst some human blood" Mr Duke commanded.

"Yes boss...but I'd suggest you thread with caution since he's the eye of the government" Elias suggested.

"Not even the government can stop me and you know that but I understand your reasoning....just keep an eye on them for now till we get a suitable chance to strike!" He sounded with a tight grip of his hand.

"Your wish my utmost command boss" Elias replied curtly.

"Send for the cleaner....this place is messy" He instructed.

The cleaner rushes in to tidy up the scattered room.

"Sir...would you want your lunch served here or the dinning?" The chef asked.

He waves his hands twice.

"Alright sir....." She leaves immediately at the wave of his hands showing he wasn't ready to eat.