The Husband's Revenge

Chapter 8 : Stolen Drugs.

Andrew was sitting in his study.

"Getting your number was easy. So now you say I have mental issues? I wonder what will happen if I undergo a mental evaluation and post it online, proving that I am perfectly healthy," Andrew said, with a cold smirk.

"What exactly do you want from me?" Mr Nelson asked him angrily, narrowing his eyes as his fists clenched on the desk.

"I don't want much from you. I just want you to suffer.” Andrew chuckled coldly.

“I want to bring your reputation down. I want you to always watch your back, wondering who would stab you in the back. I want to give you a beating so that you know that it actually hurts to get beaten by someone and ganged upon.” Andrew paused and exhaled.

“I just want to see you fall, and I'll be happy," Andrew told him. That was how he felt and that was what he wanted to do, and he wasn't going to hide it from him.

"If you want money, I can do that. I'll give you any amount you want. You can disappear and I won't look for you anymore," Mr Nelson told him, he wanted to take this opportunity to lure Andrew somewhere, so he could kill him off ,but Andrew wasn’t that stupid.

"I don't need your blood covered money. Don't worry about it. I'll reveal all those evil crimes you did in secret and how your company succeeded off another man's blood and sweat. Don't think I'll let you off easy," Andrew told him, his voice filled with rage.

"Look here, boy, I have been in this business longer than you could ever imagine, and I can tell you that many threats have risen up against me and I neutralised all of them. And I'll do the same to you," CEO Nelson warned him, his tone turning dark.

"Well, you can kill or harm your rivals. But I am not them. We will see who will have the last laugh," Andrew said, ending the call.

Beside him, his secretary was standing silently, waiting for instructions.

"Have you arranged everything?" he asked his secretary ,because he needed to get this done immediately.

"Yes. Everything has been arranged," the secretary replied with a nod.

"Good. Do it. I want to see how he reacts," Andrew said,with a cold smile.

"Yes, sir," the secretary said and left the office quickly.

Meanwhile, in Mr Nelson's mansion the next morning, he was sitting at the breakfast table eating with his family, when suddenly one of his bodyguards rushed into the living room.

"Sir! You need to come immediately. It is important," the bodyguard told him urgently. Mr Nelson looked up, annoyed that he had been disturbed.

"Why are you calling me? What happened?" he asked, putting his fork down.

"The warehouse where the goods are kept , we don't know who went there overnight. They injured our employees and guard, cut off all communication, and took everything in the warehouse and destroyed it," the bodyguard said immediately. Mr Nelson’s eyes widened as he stood up.

"Which warehouse is he talking about?" his wife asked, but Mr Nelson didn’t answer. He pushed his chair back roughly and followed the bodyguard out without finishing his breakfast. Moments later, he got into his car, and they drove to the warehouse at full speed.

While in the car, he could not stop panicking as he made call after call, wondering how something like this could happen. The bodyguards explained that twenty armed men had stormed the warehouse. They were outnumbered, but they still fought , only to be beaten down. The attackers loaded all the illegal drugs from the warehouse into their trucks and drove off, cutting off all communications and seizing their phones.

Mr Nelson’s heart pounded. Those drugs were meant for a major deal that would bring him more money. Without them, how was he going to explain things to the Russians he was supposed to supply? He had already taken a deposit he couldn’t return.

Mr Nelson began making desperate calls to the police and his contacts.

"One of my warehouses was robbed. I need your help to find who did this. Please give me any updates and I shall compensate you," he spread the information widely, hoping someone would give him a lead. If he didn’t bring back the drugs or produce more, the Russians would want their money back , and they wouldn’t be polite about it.

When he got to the warehouse, he was stunned by the destruction. All the equipment used to process the illegal drugs was smashed. The entire place was wrecked. His injured employees sat on the ground, groaning in pain.

"Do you have any idea who did this?" he asked one of the men on site.

The man nodded. "I think I do. Follow me," he said, leading Mr Nelson to a wall.

There, painted in bold letters, was a message.

“After they loaded the drugs into their truck, this was the last thing one of them did before leaving,” one guard said.

"I told you that I wanted you to feel pain. Let me see how it feels to take something very important from you. Good luck."

Mr Nelson froze. There was only one person who had said those words to him before ,Andrew.

"How can this be happening? It cannot be Andrew. He’s just a powerless man. His father is not backing him, so how could he get men strong enough to take down my top bodyguards? Who’s helping him?" he muttered in disbelief.

"Did he say anything else before leaving?" Mr Nelson asked.

"Oh yes," the man replied. "He said, “Tell your boss this is just the beginning. " I will get that heart back."

Mr Nelson gasped.

"Heart?" He asked with widened eyes.

He quickly pulled out his phone and decided to call his son, telling him to work from home. But no matter how many times he tried, the call wouldn’t connect. So he called his wife.

"Where is Paul?" he asked quickly.

"He just left for work," she replied.

"I am calling him and he's not answering," Mr Nelson told her, his voice shaking.

"Call his driver," she suggested.

She sent the driver’s number, and Mr Nelson called immediately. Just like with his son’s phone, there was no answer.

"No, no, no," he muttered in fear.

"Call the police. Something has happened to my son…"

BOOM!

A deafening explosion erupted in the warehouse, the blast force knocking them off their feet and slamming them onto the floor.

Now, Mr Nelson knew Andrew wasn’t joking, when he said he would make him feel pain.

And this time, he had to take him seriously or he would have a lot to lose.