Thomas Bolton sat in his office, his eyes fixed on the newspaper in front of him. The headline read "Don Martini Assassinated" and Thomas couldn't believe his eyes. He had always thought of Don Martini as a formidable pawn in his plans, someone who was untouchable. But now, it seemed that he had been killed easily. Thomas couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise and curiosity. Who could have done it? And how did they manage to get past Don Martini's security?"Jensen!" Thomas called on the phone. He called his men into his office, a group of rough-looking individuals who were used to getting their hands dirty. "I want you to find out who killed Don Martini and Marco," Thomas said, his voice firm. "I want to know who did it and how they did it."His men nodded, their faces set with determination. But as they left his office, Thomas couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Don Martini was a powerful man, with connections all over the city. It didn't make sense that so

The atmosphere in Michael Bolton's household was eerily calm, like the stillness before a hurricane hit. Chris couldn't shake off the feeling that it was the calm before the storm, that his father would act in the most explosive way. And that was true on one side. Michael had been planning his next move, gathering his forces and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.Chris was summoned to his father's study, where he found Monica and Rose already seated. Michael's expression was grave, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. The air was thick with tension, and Chris could feel the weight of his father's gaze on him."Chris, I need to tell you something," Michael began, his voice low and serious. "You know how Thomas and I have been at odds for a while now? Well, it's about to get a lot worse."Chris nodded, his heart racing with anticipation. He had suspected that things would come to a head eventually, but he hadn't expected it to be this soon."This is the beginning of a tough

The evening had finally arrived, and Chris was ready to make his move to infiltrate Thomas's fortress. He donned a hood to conceal his identity and waited for the perfect moment to slip out of the mansion unnoticed. He knew that Monica and Rose were on guard duty, and they would be the only ones to pose a threat to his escape. But he was lucky that they had been posted elsewhere. The guards that had been posted to watch his side of the mansion were distracted, engaged in a heated argument about the best kind of sport."I'm telling you, football is the superior sport!" one guard exclaimed. "The thrill of the game, the emotions, the strategy—it's unbeatable!""You're crazy, man!" the other guard replied. "Motorsport is where it's at! The roar of the engines, the rush of adrenaline, the speed – it's exhilarating!""But what about the teamwork, the camaraderie?" the first guard argued. "Football is a true team sport, whereas motorsport is just a bunch of individuals racing around a track

Under the dim lighting of his room, Thomas Bolton groaned in pain, as the nurse attended to the bullet wound on his leg."Are you crazy?" Thomas roared. "Don't you know that it hurts?"The nurse jerked back, afraid and Thomas grunted in pain."Continue."She resumed cleaning the wound and In a matter of minutes, she was done. He dismissed her with a wave of his hand and lay down on his bed, reminiscing on the events that had occured over the past days."That little bastard!" Thomas fumed. "Who does he think he is to come and harass me in my own domain?"Thomas grunted in pain as he struggled to reach the landline which was just beside his bed. With much difficulty, he picked it up and dialed a number. It rang for the better part of a minute before the receiver finally picked at the other end."Nesto?" Thomas roared."Nesto is not on duty today, sir," came the reply. from the other end."Whoever you are, get me Nesto at once!" Thomas roared. "How the fuck did you allow those two kids

Arthur was shaken. He couldn't believe he was the one being threatened by a mere guard. "Wh - what do you mean?" He stammered. "You look like you saw a ghost," The guard said and chuckled. "Now, no more questions till we get to the boss' room. In a matter of minutes, they were there finally. Thomas Bolton's room was located at the top floor of the mansion and Arthur knew very well why he had chosen to have his room there - it would be hardest for his enemies to break through all layers of security before getting to the top floor, and even if they found a way through, he would be long gone through a secret passage way before they did. The guard knocked twice on the door and Thomas grunted from within. "Come in, will you?" He pushed the door open and they walked in together. Thomas smiled at the sight of Arthur and the guard frowned, realizing that Arthur was a friend to his boss. "I brought him in one piece just like you asked," The guard said. "Although it was tempting."