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 news of Don Martini's death traveled far and wide, spreading like wildfire through the city's underworld. It was a shocking turn of events, and many were left shocked in its wake. But not Arthur.When he heard the news, a smile spread across his face. He wouldn't have to pay the debt he owed to him again. He was a free man. The days of Marco coming each evening to terrorize him was over. "Ah, finally," Arthur thought to himself. "That man was a thorn in my side for far too long. Imposing his ambitions on me. Serves him right."But who could have done it? The only thing that came to head, was Chris Bolton. That's right, the Bolton boy was the one who came to him with a proposition. Arthur could understand if they hadn't told him their plans, because he knew they despised him. But he would have to thank them nonetheless. He was already turning out marured. The young man's cunning and skill. Despite his reluctance to thank Chris, Arthur knew he had to make the call. He couldn't
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
Thomas stood at the shooting range, his revolver held steady in his hand. He was a man on a mission, his focus solely on the target in front of him. He had always been a skilled marksman, and years of practice had only honed his skills.As he fired shot after shot, his accuracy was impeccable. The bullets hit their mark with precision and the target shredded to pieces. Thomas's eyes narrowed, his mind focused on the task at hand.But despite his calm exterior, Thomas's mind was seething with anger. He had received reports of the damage done to his shipment, and while he had smiled it off coolly, deep down, his blood was raging and boiling.His brother, Michael, had dealt him a significant blow, and Thomas was determined to retaliate. He would not rest until he had inflicted greater damage, until he had made Michael pay for his audacity.As he continued to shoot, Thomas's anger slowly rose to his head, his murderous intent growing with each passing moment. He could feel it coursing thr
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
Michael Bolton could not believe his ears. Whoever had gone out of his way to cook up such dumb and completely false information about his son was definitely crazy. "There's no way I'm going to believe that," He said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I know my son, Chris and he would never be able to make a move like that."He paused for a while and then he added: "He doesn't even have the balls."The call continued for the better part of a minute and finally, Michael, unsatisfied with the information he was getting from the person at the other end of the receiver hung up the call."Crazy," He grunted. "It's how they expect me to believe every shit they cook up for me."He rose up from his executive chair and froze at the sight of Chris standing in the door way."Chris?" He grunted. "How long have you been standing there?"Chris was silent for a while before finally speaking up."Long enough to hear you tell one of your men that I'm a pussy," Chris retorted."Oh, come on, son," Michae
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
When Arthur got to Thomas Bolton's residence, he was greeted by a number of guards at the front gate. Arthur frowned at the sight of the numerous guards that manned the gates. Yes, he knew that Thomas was a notorious crime Lord and he needed to be protected, but the number of men manning the gates were way more than he had expected. Or was something wrong? Arthur shoved his thoughts aside with a shrug and walked right past the first guard. "Stop there," The guard grunted. "Who are you and what business do you have here?" Arthur spun around slowly, hoping to intimidate the guard with his presence, but he was shocked when the guard kept a straight face even upon seeing who he was. "Do you not know who I am?" Arthur asked, gesticulating. "I don't care who you are, but if you don't state your business here immediately, you'll be sorry," The guard grunted in response. Arthur stared at him and realized he was serious. His firm grip on the pistol in his hand said enough. "Arthur,"