Alonso was overcome with grief and helplessness as he struggled to keep his composure. He couldn't believe that his once happy life was now shrouded in darkness and despair. "Why did this have to happen? Why did Perry have to go through this?" he asked himself, tears streaming down his face. As he made his way to Mia's room, his heart sank even further. Seeing his dear friend lying in the hospital bed, fighting for her life, was too much for him to bear. He felt powerless, unable to do anything to help her. "I can't lose her too," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. He watched her through the glass in the hallway, praying for her to recover. Alonso knew that time was of the essence, and he couldn't just stand by and do nothing. He had to take action, to do something to help Perry. With a heavy heart, he left Mia's room and headed to the doctor's office. After a brief meeting with the doctor, Alonso breathed a sigh of relief. "She's going to be okay, we just have to keep pr
***Back to the unknown location***The man emitted irritating, obnoxious laughter as he revel in the palpable fear emanating from Perry. Despite expecting the worst, Perry slowly peeled open her eyes, half-expecting to discover that her head had been blasted apart. However, as her vision adjusted to her surroundings, she was dumbfounded by what she saw before her as if she was trapped in a vivid dream.It was an absolutely horrid sight, one that Perry had never before experienced nor even conceived of in her wildest dreams. Before her, the brains of the recently-murdered man -- Sylvester's victim -- were distributed haphazardly across the ground, with splatters of blood coating Perry's body, most notably her face and mouth.The nauseating stench of the scene was unbearable, and Perry could not help but retch, spewing the contents of her stomach onto the ground. But even as she did so, the vivid graphic scene before her remained, an indelible image seared into her mind's eye. The life
Perry was struck with an overwhelming fear as she contemplated the prospect of her life coming to an end in the near future. The mere thought of her own mortality was enough to keep her awake at night, as she pondered the uncertain fate that awaited her.As the night advanced, Perry found herself plagued by another challenge: hunger. She had only been locked away for a brief period of thirty minutes, yet the pangs of her appetite were already beginning to gnaw at her. Desperately, she searched for a solution, but to no avail. Her mind drew a blank, leaving her with a sense of despair.With no other options available to her, Perry retreated to a corner, feeling helpless and resigned to whatever fate lay ahead.*****Alonso found himself engrossed in contemplation, wondering who it was that might be able to aid him in his current predicament. And whom the general was referring to"You are that person my dear" Unexpectedly, the General interjected, a phrase that left Alonso utterly speec
As the General spoke, Alonso's unease began to dissipate. He was relieved to hear that the group he had been a part of wasn't involved in illegal activities, but rather had been formed to help each other grow and succeed.Finally, Alonso spoke up, "I see. That's a relief. I was afraid I had been leading a group of killers, drug dealers, or criminals."As they spoke, the General handed a jotter to Alonso who took it and flipped through the pages, his eyes widening with every detail he read. The jotter was filled with names and contacts of notorious hitmen, assassins, and criminals from all over the world.“Who or what are these?” Alonso asked in disbelief, looking up at the General “."These are the people you hired to protect your group" he answered, but the fear and obvious confusion still settling on Alonso's face, so he continued explaining"Yes, they were hired to protect and eliminate anyone who posed a threat to the group. They were very effective in their job, and that's why t
Alonso waited for what felt like an eternity, surrounded by a deafening silence before finally breaking it with a question, "Where is Perry? Is she safe?" he inquired with palpable concern, breaking the uncomfortable hush and carried a hint of apprehension.The voice on the other end of the line responded sarcastically, "She seems to be alright, for the time being at least.""I want to speak with her, to hear it for myself that she is unharmed," Alonso demanded, a tinge of anger creeping into his voice. "And let me be clear, if you lay even a finger on her, I will not hesitate to take action."The voice interrupted his threats, "And what exactly will you do?" he sneered."Mr. Montez, or whatever you call yourself, you should know that you have no control in this situation. Perry is in my custody, and I can do as I please with her."The weight of the words hit Alonso like a ton of bricks. The realization that Perry was at the mercy of this unknown person made him feel powerless. He to
As the General observed Alonso's departure, a persistent urge surged within him to intervene. However, he understood that Alonso had already made up his mind about meeting the mysterious caller. "He's a grown man who can make his own decisions," he thought to himself.Although the General desired to accompany Alonso on this venture, Alonso insisted that he go solo. He assured the General that he trusted him to handle any pending matters while he was gone.As the day progressed, the sun gradually set, and the General's unease amplified with Alonso's absence. He couldn't shake off the overwhelming feeling that Alonso was venturing into treacherous terrain. The possibility of Alonso encountering grave danger was apparent.Determined to halt Alonso from taking any risks, the General decided to take action. He embarked on a quest to locate Alonso, calling the chief security officer of the Montillo family on his phone as he walked down the hallway. He urged the security officer to send add
General had been waiting for Goldier's to return for what seemed like an eternity. He checked his phone repeatedly, hoping to see a missed call or a message, but there was nothing. As the minutes turned into an hour, he began to feel a sense of unease.He dialled Goldier's number, but it went straight to voicemail. Frustrated and worried, General made the difficult decision to leave and head back to the hospital.However, he found no solace at home, and his mind could not rest. He felt that staying by Mia's side would bring him some measure of comfort, even with the guards present. As night fell, exhaustion overtook him, and he dozed off in his chair.But his peace was short-lived as he was awakened by a tap on his shoulder. A voice asked him for Alonso's whereabouts, causing General to jolt awake. He instinctively replied without thinking, "He has gone home."The doctor's words echoed in General's mind as he sat by Mia's side, unable to shake off the fear that lingered within him. Th
General sprang into action as soon as he realized that the intruder was getting closer to him but stopped when he heard a familiar voice. He turned on the lights to get a clear view of the person who had barged into his house at such an odd hour, and was taken aback by the sudden appearance of Alonso, but relief washed over him as he realized that Alonso was alive and well. He dropped the bat before unleashing his anger on him."What's the meaning of this? Are you insane? Why are you sneaking into my house at this time of the day? How did you get here? What happened?" he barked at Alonso his mind racing with questions, but Alonso stood quiet before him with his head hung low.When Alonso finally looked up, General was taken aback by what he saw. His face was covered in bruises, and he looked like he had been through a terrible ordeal."What the hell happened to you?" General exclaimed, his voice dripping with emotion.Alonso didn't say a word. He was too weak to speak and could bar