Thirty minutes later two vehicles were packed close to the restaurant and Keegan stepped out with six other athletic and muscular looking men. Victor motioned for them to approach the BMW vehicle he was in and they moved to where he was.Keegan approached the BMW, carrying a hard copy of the contract document, which was now the official proof of Victor's ownership of El Sabor restaurants. He handed it over to Victor, who reviewed the document one more time to ensure everything was in order.Satisfied with the contents, Victor took a deep breath and signed the document with a flourish. The inked signature was a symbolic act that solidified his control over the prestigious restaurant chain.Victor remained in the BMW, instructing Keegan to take charge of the situation and make the change of ownership official. He also narrated his ordeal in the hands of the head of the waiting department, the chubby waitress and the richly dressed man.Keegan accepted the order then Victor looked at

In the aging, dilapidated house of Victor Mel Santos Clara, the sun's faint rays filtered through cracked windows, casting patches of light across the worn-out wooden floor. Victor had chosen not to relocate to another house with his mother because he didn't want her to suspect anything concerning his identity. Apart from her, he didn't want the neighbors, his friends and acquaintances of hers to raise eyebrows. He wanted everything on the low.However despite the house's humble state which was a facade, it was still Victor's home, a place filled with memories and the comforting aroma of his mother's traditional cooking.On this particular morning, Victor found himself in the kitchen, doing his best to tidy up the clutter that had accumulated over time. His mother had left for school early and he didn't have any lectures today however he felt it was his responsibility to maintain some sense of order. The rusty sink struggled to drain water, and the old cupboards creaked as he open

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Jose winced in pain as Victor continued to kick his stomach. "So you think you are better than me huh? I was having my peace, enjoying my meal with my own money when you came into the restaurant. You could have done the same but no, you thought it pleasurable to pick on me and embarass me infront of all this people.""I am sorry Victor." Jose struggled to say."Oh now you are sorry huh." Victor bent down and grabbed Jose at his collar."Victor please. Do not hurt him." Florence pleaded. "Victor if you would not free me for me, please free me for her sake." Jose referred to Florence.Victor took a quick glance at Florence and smiled. "Hmmm! I should free you for Florence's sake." He turned to one of his hefty men. "You here that? I should free him for Florence's sake." Victor stood up, putting up a sarcastic smile. "Porro! Azmoun! Beat him up because if I go soft on him he would not learn his lesson."Without hesitation, Porro and Azmoun moved towards Jose.Porro and Azmoun wasted n