As Romeo stepped out of the hospital, the weight of the recent events still heavy on his shoulders, he felt the need for a moment of solace. With determination in his stride, he made t way to Anna's vehicle, the engine roaring to life as he drove towards the nearby brewery store.As he pulled up to the brewery, the sight of the neon sign glowing against the sky was a welcome beacon. The parking lot was filled with cars, indicating a bustling atmosphere inside. Romeo could hear the faint murmur of voices and laughter as he approached the entrance.Entering the brewery, Romeo was met with the aroma of hops and barley mingling in the air. The interior was dimly lit, with wooden tables and chairs scattered throughout the space. Men sat around, some engaged in lively conversation, while others nursed their drinks in quiet contemplation.At the bar, Romeo could see a group of men, their laughter ringing out amidst the clinking of glasses. Some appeared to be halfway through their drink
Anger boiled within Romeo as he turned to face the richly dressed man named Conrad Hilton, his jaw clenched and his eyes burning with fury. His brows furrowed deeply, and his lips formed a thin line of defiance as he met Hilton's furious gaze head-on.But despite the seething rage emanating from Romeo, he decided to remain stoic, refusing to back down and give in. With a cool demeanor, he turned back to his front, lifted his bottle of Budweiser to his lips, with the intent of ignoring Sir Conrad Hilton's outburst.However, before he could take a sip, Conrad's hand shot out like lightning, delivering a resounding slap that reverberated through the brewery. The force of the blow caught Romeo off guard, his ears ringing and his jaw stinging with pain.Stunned silence fell over the brewery as other customers turned their attention to the unfolding scene, their eyes widening in shock at Conrad's audacious display of aggression.The force of the blow sent shockwaves through Romeo's body,
Conrad Hilton, his face twisted into a mask of rage and pain, clutched at his bleeding cheek, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Romeo with unrestrained hatred. "You'll pay for this, you insolent wretch!" he spat, his voice dripping with venom.But Romeo remained unmoved, his gaze locked onto his adversary with steely resolve. He knew the consequences of his actions, knew that he was risking everything by defying a seemingly rich man as powerful as Conrad Hilton. But in that moment, all he could feel was the burning fire of anger coursing through his veins, driving him to stand his ground and fight back against the injustice that had been inflicted upon him.As the tension thickened in the brewery, the able-bodied staff, fueled by Conrad Hilton's command, closed in on Romeo with determined strides. Their hands, calloused from years of labor, gripped Romeo's arms with a force that threatened to crush his resolve. Yet, Romeo stood firm, his muscles tensed with anticipation,
As Romeo stood there, swaying slightly from the effects of the alcohol, he motioned towards the mountainous man with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Come on, bingo," he slurred, his words tinged with a mixture of bravado and drunkenness.The mountainous man's face darkened with rage at the taunt, his muscles tensing as he prepared to unleash his fury upon Romeo. With a primal roar, he lunged forward, his massive fists swinging towards Romeo with deadly intent.But Romeo, despite his inebriation, moved with surprising agility, his reflexes honed by years of street fights and bar brawls, and bloody skirmishes. With calculated efficiency, he dodged the mountainous man's blows, his movements fluid and precise even in his drunken state."Is that all you got?" Romeo called out mockingly, his voice slurred but defiant. "I'm right here, hit me!"The mountainous man's frustration grew with each missed blow, his attacks becoming increasingly wild and uncoordinated as Romeo danced effortlessly
As Romeo's request echoed through the brewery store, the manager's brows furrowed in irritation. With a terse nod, he motioned to one of his staff members, barking orders for a carton of Budweiser to be fetched. The staff hurried off, disappearing into the maze of shelves and refrigerators, soon returning with the requested carton.Reluctantly, the manager accepted the carton from his subordinate, eyeing Romeo with a mixture of disdain and apprehension. "Here you go," he muttered tersely, thrusting the carton towards Romeo. "Now get out of this place before I call the cops on you. Your presence is a nuisance here."Romeo's lips curled into a sneer as he snatched the carton from the manager's grasp. "Fine," he retorted, his words dripped with sarcasm. "I'll leave. But not before I teach you a lesson in manners."With lightning speed, Romeo's hand lashed out, delivering a dirty slap across the manager's face. The sound echoed through the brewery store, drawing startled gasps from the
As the van rumbled on, hurtling towards an uncertain fate, Romeo's mind raced with memories of his cousin Joseph's warnings about Don Frago. The van pressed on, swallowing the miles with relentless determination, its wheels carving a path towards an unknown destination. Romeo's heart hammered in his chest, each beat echoing like a drum of impending doom. He felt the weight of his impending fate bearing down upon him like a suffocating cloak, enveloping him in a shroud of fear and uncertainty.Finally, the van came to a halt with a jolt, the brakes squealing in protest as they ground to a halt. Romeo's breath caught in his throat as the doors of the van swung open, flooding the dim interior with blinding sunlight. Blinking against the glare, he squinted as he was dragged unceremoniously from the vehicle, his legs still bound in tight restraints.With rough hands, his captors loosened the bindings around his legs, allowing Romeo to stumble forward unsteadily. His surroundings swam
As Romeo fell into the depths of the grave, his senses spiraled into confusion. He expected to find himself in another realm, far from the clutches of death. However, as he struggled to open his eyes, he realized with a sinking feeling that he remained trapped within the confines of the cold earth. His fingers brushed against the gritty sand, and he desperately pinched himself, hoping for any sign of life amidst the suffocating darkness that enveloped him.Meanwhile, Don Frago's steely gaze shifted towards the fallen bodies of his men lying motionless beside the open grave, their lives snuffed out by his own hand. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he blew off the smoke lingering from his gun, a silent acknowledgment of the violence he had wrought."Get that dude out of there," Don Frago commanded his men, his tone betraying no hint of emotion as he issued the order. The henchmen beside him moved swiftly, their movements efficient as they reached down to retrieve Romeo from the
"You see, Romeo, now that Flanagan's memory has been wiped out," Don Frago began, with his voice carrying the weight of uncertainty, "I and my men would have no major jobs that could bring us good money, and you know, even though my men are loyal to me, they are like my children. I need to be there for them... I need money to maintain my organization."He meant his mafia gang.Romeo turned around to see the dead bodies of Don Frago's men that were just killed moments ago. "You say your men are loyal, right?""Yes," Don Frago replied, his tone was firm."What makes you think that you are going to strengthen the bond between you and your men after killing some of them without reason not too long ago?" Romeo's voice was filled with a mix of concern and skepticism."Those ones?" Don Frago gestured towards the fallen bodies that were close to the grave, his expression turned colder. "They betrayed me, they were acting as spies for one of my rivals.""What do you mean?" Romeo pressed, his c