The Heir.( A son In-law's revenge)

MY BLOCK

AT THE JEWELRY STORE.

Levitating his mind on the solemn music that resonated in the arena from the sonogram gramophone, Torillio fixated with his eyes closed, smoking his blunt, as he planted himself blithely on the glass shelf that once beheld his treasured jewels.

"Boss, don’t you think the loud music will draw the neighbors or even the police’s attention to us?" One of his men asked worriedly.

"This fight is against the family, not the police; keep calm," he grudgingly answered, puffing out smoke with his eyes still closed.

"Let me know when he gets here," he gleaned as he put his feet to sleep on the shelf. "I think he’s here, boss; you can’t sleep now; you were miserably up all night," another guard spoke up.

"Let him in; I am up!" He jumped down from the glass shelf. "Ouch—I almost hurt myself," he dusted the cloth, ripping off the seal with caution rope tied around the stuff in his way.

" Old friend! Artur0!!!" He roared, shaking hands with him. He invited him o