The recent turmoil had left its mark on Jeremy and Avery, and in an effort to ease the tension, Jeremy decided that a family outing was in order. He believed that quality time together would help alleviate the stress and bring some much-needed peace.With this in mind, Jeremy set about planning a day filled with fun and relaxation for Avery and Mia.On a bright and sunny Saturday, Jeremy packed a picnic basket with all of his family's favorite foods and set off to a picturesque park near the city center. Avery and their young daughter, Mia, followed eagerly behind him, their moods already lifting at the prospect of a day away from the chaos of the world.As they settled down on a checkered blanket in the shade of a large oak tree, Jeremy smiled at the sight of his wife and daughter laughing and chatting. "This is just what we needed," he thought to himself.Jeremy watched with joy as his daughter, Mia, skipped through the park's lush green grass, her laughter filling the air. The sigh

Jeremy's hands closed around the man's throat, his fingers digging in as he fought to keep his rage in check. The man's face turned red as he struggled to breathe, his eyes pleading for mercy."Who. Sent. You?" Jeremy growled, his voice a low, feral snarl.The man wheezed, his words coming out in short gasps. "I-I can't...c-can't say."Jeremy's grip tightened, his knuckles turning white as he fought the urge to snap the man's neck."You're not leaving here until you tell me the truth," Jeremy growled, his eyes burning with fury.The man's face turned purple, his hands scrabbling against Jeremy's chest in a desperate attempt to free himself. But Jeremy's grip was like iron, unyielding and relentless."I-I can't..." the man gasped, his words barely audible. "I-I'm sorry...please."Jeremy's anger reached a boiling point, and he raised his fist, ready to give the man a punch that would break him.As Jeremy raised his fist, ready to deliver the final blow, approaching footsteps pierced the

With the plan set and the time drawing near, Jeremy pulled out his phone and dialed Jefferson's number."Jefferson," he said as the call connected, his voice taut with urgency. "I need your help with something."Jefferson's voice was calm and steady on the other end of the line. "Of course,boss" he replied. "What do you need me to do?""I need you to meet with someone," Jeremy said, his voice low and determined. "Someone from the ghetto." "His name is Capon Brat."Jefferson's voice grew serious."Capon Brat," Jefferson repeated, his mind working quickly to process the name. "I know of him. He's a dangerous man."Realizing the danger that he was putting Jefferson in since he had a past with the ghetto, Jeremy quickly changed his plans. "Forget about going to meet him," he said, his voice quick and decisive. "I need you to help me with something else instead."Jefferson, sensing the urgency in Jeremy's voice, asked, "What is it? What can I do for you sir?"Jeremy took a deep breath, hi

The first round of the game was tense, with both men carefully studying their cards and the movements of their opponent. But in the end, it was Jeremy who came out victorious, his hand a full house.Capon Brat's face twisted in anger as Jeremy raked in the chips, his triumph clear in his eyes. But the second round saw a reversal of fortunes, with Capon Brat emerging victorious, a smug grin on his face."That's right, Javier," Capon Brat said, a cruel glint in his eye. "I told you I was the best.Jeremy, his face impassive, said nothing, his eyes fixed on the cards in front of him. Capon Brat, sensing his opponent's unease, leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips."What's wrong, Javier?" he taunted. "Getting cold feet? Maybe you're not as tough as you thought you were."But Jeremy, his jaw set, refused to rise to the bait, instead pretend to be focusing on the game in front of him.The third round of the game was a back and forth battle, with both men taking turns winning

As Jeremy and Sophia's father approached his car, Sophia's father, his face full of concern, placed a hand on Jeremy's arm."What are you doing?" he said, his voice low and urgent. "You had them, sir. You could've won. But you blew it. Why?"Jeremy, his face impassive, continued to walk, his movements steady and unhurried."Trust me, Mr. Smith," he said, his voice calm and steady. "I know what I'm doing."Sophia's father, his brow furrowing in confusion, stared at Jeremy, his voice thick with disbelief."Wait a minute," he said, his eyes wide with shock. "How do you know my name?""I got you investigated before this whole mission!" Jeremy said."what do you mean, you had me investigated?" He stuttered in fear.Jeremy, his expression still impassive, turned to face Sophia's father, his eyes fixed on the older man's face."Let's just say that I had to be sure you were the real deal," he said, his voice low and even.Sophia's father, his expression growing more anxious by the second, gra