Justin had his heart in his mouth when Tucson uttered those words. He was too confused to say a word. The last time he was this hurt and speechless was the night he lost his mother. The only discrepancy was that the tears in his eyes were yet to cascade down his cheeks.
"Dad, aren't you being too cruel and unrealistic?" Lilly said. "Where do you expect him to get that ridiculous amount of money from? Where?" Lilly smacked her lips furiously.
"I don't care where or how he gets the money. He can break the bank, I don't give a damn. If he doesn't get those tickets in twenty-four hours, he will sign a divorce paper. And I will send him back to the slump." Tucson threatened.
"That's a great idea, Dad," Diana said. She was going to utter another word, but a glimpse at Lilly's huffy face made her alternate the words with a sigh.
Justin flitted his gaze in trepidation. " Sir I.."
"Don't say a word, you retarded, silly, poor piece of poop," Tucson interrupted. " Get out of my sight!" Tucson raved with an irked stare on his wrinkled face.
Justin twinkled his eyes and walked away, his head buried in outright shame.
"Dad that was harsh," Lilly grumbled. "Why would you do that, when you can pay for the tickets yourself?"
"If that idiot loves you like he claims, he will get the money. Besides, I know he can't get it. Get ready to leave him for good." Tucson declared.
"But dad ..."
"Lilly, can I have my dinner in silence?" Tucson cut in.
Lilly remained mute for a moment, staring into the eyes of everyone sitting across the table. A part of her wished her mother was going to say a word, but since none was forthcoming, it intensified her fury.
Diana had an annoying look on her face. The only time the twenty-year-old is cheerful about anything is when she's talking about her rich fiance - Meeky Evans.
"Fine," Lilly said coldly and stormed away.
Diana clicked her tongue and mashed a spoon of pasta into her mouth. She purred delightfully with a mouthful and said, "His food isn't as poor as he is after all"
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"Are you sure you want to do this?" A man clasping a blunt growled close to Justin's ears.
Justin was going to mutter a "Yes" but the horrifying look on the man's face made him nod instead.
Justin barely had up to a thousand dollars in his savings account. If he depends on his job to raise a hundred thousand dollars, it might take him many years.
The only trick in the book was to find a means that'll be to an end. Borrowing from this loan shark was the first idea to hit his radar.
After all, he loves Lilly so much. If this was the only thing he could do to make her proud for the first time and save his marriage. Then even Nelson Drogonuv's billionaire party can neither stop him nor rain on his parade.
"Are you aware that the interest is a hundred percent? That means you will be paying back two hundred thousand dollars in a month?" The loan shark asked.
Justin stood motionless for a millisecond, his mind straining to process the ridiculous information. But nothing mattered more than what's at stake already. His marriage.
"Yes. I will pay you two hundred thousand dollars in a month." Justin asserted.
The loan shark cackled. He limped closer to Justin. He lit up his blunt and let out a considerable amount of smoke on Justin's face. He grabbed Justin by the collar and yanked him closer as his breath pounded over Justin's face. "I will kill you. If you don't pay back my money," he roared.
"I... I will not default." Justin stammered.
The loan shark signalled one of his cronies and he came forward with a bag. He gestured for him to give the bag to Justin.
Nervous and frightened, Justin opened the bag and a clump of cash caught his gaze. His heart missed a beat and his eyeballs dilated in shock. Not because he hadn't seen that amount of money in a while, but because Lilly will be proud of him for the first time in a while.
"Get out," the loan shark yelled.
Justin clutched the bag tightly to his chest like his life was kept in it. He took to his heels with every step limping in outright fear and a mist of thrill. Justin ran until the loan shark's lair was no longer in sight and he was somewhere on the streets of LA. At this point, Justin couldn't help but allow a smile to swerve on his arid lips like a fourteen-year-old who'd just gotten a birthday present. Justin had his eyes scanning every nook and cranny of the street in a voyage to find a Walgreens outlet. After all, it's Nelson Drogonuv's party, a multitude of well-to-do folks will be trooping to the nearest ticket outlets to get a ticket before it's sold out. Justin arrived at a supposed Walgreens store. He was a bit confounded because it appeared to be a coffee shop. But when his eyes settled on the Walgreens logo, situated outside - close to the sidewalk, he heaved a sigh and walked through the entrance. "Maybe they're affiliated with Walgreens," he muttered under his breath.
Justin's heart pounded like it'll rip out of his chest. Everyone seated in the Tucsons' spacious living room had their eyes on him. Expecting him to say something, but all he did was crouch his head. Intermittently he'd raise it and steal a glance and whirl his eyes across the artworks festooning the walls. "Is everything okay?" Lilly said. Justin lifted his head to give a response, but he got interrupted by Tucson. "What else could be wrong with his pathetic ass? I'm sure he couldn't get the tickets." Tucson snickered, glancing at his wife. Mrs. Tucson had a similar look on her face too. "But I got the money," Justin disclosed. It felt like he splashed a chunk of icky acid into the air. Everyone had a stunned reaction on their faces. Lilly's face glistened with a smile, and the glint of the chandelier gleamed over her sparkling set of canines. Just like she initially thought, Justin might find a way to put a smile on her face and throw her face taunts into the lake. "Really?" Li
Justin brushed a streak of saline sweat off his face. He paused to catch his breath, while his hand clasped a broom. His gaze twinkled across the room and it fell on the two ladies seated at the reception. Justin snagged a sight of them laughing and whispering words into each other's ears. While they stared at him. Justin couldn't figure out which part of him was the most hilarious to make two grownups laugh that hard. Maybe it was because of the dirty and torn apron he was wearing. He had pleaded with his boss, Bruce Springsteen for a replacement, but the contemptuous billionaire insisted he continued to use the stale and old one. Or better still, the disgruntled look on Justin's face could be the reason why the ladies are cracked up as if they chugged on an overdose of N20. Justin's thoughts drifted to the peril he'd been going through at the hands of the Tucsons'. And the mere thought that he might lose his wife soon sent shrills of panic to his heart. He marveled at how he non
Justin raised a brow. He struck a pause at the sight of Lilly. She seldom visits him at work. And whenever she does - it's either she comes to remind him of what her folks would want for dinner. Or how early he needed to get home if he didn't want to taste the juicy plop of her mother's wrath. But he just left the house few hours ago. And now seeing Lilly chimed like a suspenseful drumroll. "Hey babe!" Justin called. Lilly turned to him with a cramped grimace on her face. Cramped enough to make wrinkles appear on her face. "Are you okay?" Justin asked. Lilly glared at Justin and puffed out a vast amount of breath. "My car was stolen!" Lilly declared. Justin slinked his head forward with his mouth wide open. "You're kidding, huh?" Lilly clicked her teeth. "Dumbass! I'm not joking. My car was stolen at work. My car is gone." She yelled. The staid look on her face dashed away every fiber of doubt Justin had. After all, Lilly is a fuse of solemnity and sarcasm. "Wow. How did it happe
Lilly frowned at Bruce's utterance. She heaved a tensed sigh and peeked at Justin's eyes. The rage, betrayal, and anger lurking in his eyes wrecked her heart. Bruce had his lips blaring with a smile. As he watched the couple exchange glances."So what's your response?" Bruce asked - gazing into Lilly's plunging blue eyes. "Are you going to have lunch with me and get a new car or you'd stand here with this poor idiot." He said, darting a finger at Justin. "The choice is yours to make."Justin's emotionless face shrunk into a scowl, part of him wanting to pull Bruce close and headbutt incessantly until his nose bled. "I'm not interested," Lilly said. She swallowed the lump in her throat - eyes glaring into space. "Oh. Wrong choice." Bruce grinned. You're going to regret that choice." He sneered. "I can't disrespect my husband like that by going on a date with his boss.!" Lilly retorted. Justin's demeanor switched. A smile formed at the corner of his spherical lips. His mind flashed
Frigid spurts of adrenaline dashed through Justin's spine. He peeked at Lilly's face intently, as if he could see through her bones. Bruce's mouth was encircled in a sinister smile - anticipating a positive response from Lilly. At the onset, Justin was worried about how he'd heal from the injury and his palm. Or better still how he'd find a means to work with it, through the pain. So Bruce will not notice any laxity and fire him like he had always threatened. But now, Bruce has fired him because of his financial incapability. Or because he wanted to have lunch with his wife. Justin wished he could time travel and choose to stick to his roots. Maybe that approach will depict who's richer now. But at the same time, he's confident that Lilly is never going to accept Bruce's proposal even if he doesn't have a job or cannot afford to buy her a new car. After all, her father is wealthy enough to buy her one, and she can get a pretty good car on her own if she wants to. She doesn't have t
"Great!" Bruce exclaimed. "You made the choice eventually."Justin's eyes glinted with rage and disappointment. He bit his lip nervously as he watched Bruce hold Lilly's hand. "Lilly, how could you - " Justin stuttered. Until the first streak of tear fell from his eyes, Justin didn't notice how heartbroken he was. "How could you do this to me?" He wailed. Lilly smacked her lip, as a flare of guilt flashed through her mind. She had seen him cry and feel broken in the past. But now he wasn't just broken and teary, he looked like he had been ripped off his heart. And he might die of a heart attack real soon. "I'm sorry, Justin." Lilly muttered, touching his shoulder. "I know I said I loved you. Believe me, I do. But at this point, I'm helpless too." "So you're going to humiliate me and go out with another man just because of a car?" Justin cried, his voice stuck somewhere between rage and remorse. "Not just a car Justin. It's my dream car. A Rangerover." Lilly said. Her tone went a
"Dad, I need a favor." There was a huge puff of breath from the other end. "Son, have you forgotten the deal?" The baritone voice asked. "You have just three favors to ask. And that's all, else you must come and take over the company. I wonder w -" "Dad, I just want a single favor." Justin impeded. "After this one, I will never disturb you again." "Fine, let's hear it." "Dad, I'm aware that you're one of the major shareholders of Rover Autos Corporation and you're close friends with Adrian Martell, the CEO," Justin said. "Yes, I am. And how does that add up to the favor you're asking? " "Dad, your position as the major shareholder means you have the power to order the withdrawal of a sold car right?" Justin asked. Silence. "Dad! Can you hear me?" "I can hear you, Justin. What car do you want to withdraw and why do you even want to do that?" "Dad I will tell you the whole story later, but I just need you to do this for me, right now. Please." Justin pleaded. "Alright, son.