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The Ultimate Return of Carlos 17: Decisions and Distractions
As Carlos and his friends stepped into the restaurant, they were enveloped in a completely different atmosphere, like stepping into a new world. The scent of tantalizing Italian dishes filled the air, enticing their senses. Finding empty seats in a corner, they quickly settled in. A waitress approached their table, menu in hand, and greeted them warmly. "Welcome to R&S, my beautiful people. What will you be having today?" Toby, taken aback by her beauty, looked up and jokingly asked, "Do you come with the menu? Because I'll have you all day, all night." The waitress, smiling, flashed the ring on her finger and replied, "Sorry, I'm afraid not." Toby, disappointed but amused, responded, "That must be one lucky man." The waitress nodded in agreement, "Yes, he is." Witnessing the exchange, Carlos picked up the menu and politely interjected, "Give us a minute to go through the list. We'll let you know when we're ready to place our order. Thank you." "Of course, sir," the waitr
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 18: Into the Lion's Den
'LATE IN THE EVENING, THE FOLLOWING DAY.' Carlos, exhausted from the day's work and stress, lay sprawled on the couch in his living room. His white T-shirt was partly wrinkled, and his black pants and brogues still clung to him. A sudden vibration from his pocket interrupted his rest. Pulling out his phone, he saw Toby's name flashing on the screen. Not wanting to deal with it, he dropped his phone on the nearby glass table and let it ring out. Moments later, as he drifted into sleep, another vibration jolted him awake. Frustrated, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the phone, and with a long press on the side button, switched it off before placing it on his chest and attempting to resume his rest. After a while, now in a deep sleep, a familiar sound rang out. In his half - conscious state, it felt like a dream to Carlos. The persistent and consistent ringing of his doorbell finally pulled him back to reality. Groaning, he stood up from the couch and called out as he approached
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 19: A Night to Remember
As Carlos and Toby stepped into the mansion, they were immediately enveloped by the grandeur of the massive ballroom. The room was a breathtaking display of opulence: crystal chandeliers sparkled from the ceiling, casting a kaleidoscope of light across the walls, which were painted a soft gold and adorned with intricate, handcrafted designs. Every detail seemed to be a masterpiece in itself, contributing to the room's otherworldly beauty.Carlos, momentarily lost in awe, scanned the room with wide eyes. His head bobbed around, unable to maintain any semblance of composure. Turning to Toby, he couldn't contain his amazement and frustration. "How on earth did you manage to get an invite to this party?"Toby, clearly enjoying Carlos’s reaction, responded with a nonchalant grin, "Well, the host is a family friend."Carlos erupted into laughter at Toby’s response, his disbelief evident. "You wish! Are you serious?" His eyes searched Toby’s face for any hint of deception.Toby maintained his
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 20: A Night to Remember 2
"This is the celebrant, Senator Harvey's daughter, and her fiancé."Hearing this, the security team immediately called for medical assistance. Within minutes, paramedics arrived to tend to Abby and her fiancé. As they were being treated, one of the security guards approached Carlos and Toby, saying, "You two need to come with us. It's protocol. Until the senator's daughter and her fiancé wake up to confirm your stories, we can't be certain about what happened here. I hope you understand; we can't just take your word for it."Toby with an eyebrow raised, "What are you insinuating? Are you calling my friend a liar?"The security personnel responded calmly, "I'm not insinuating anything, sir. It's just protocol."Toby, his voice rising in frustration, retorted, "Protocol?..." But before he could continue, Carlos patted him from behind by the shoulder. "It's okay, man. The guy is just doing his job. Let's not make things harder for him."Toby, still fuming, replied, "There's nothing okay a
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 21: When Paths Collide
Carlos stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the unexpected visitor. "You? What are you doing here?" The lady at the door, eyes brimming with regret, said softly, "I came to apologize for what happened yesterday. I'm so sorry." Carlos's face darkened with anger. "First, how did you even know where I live? And why did you do that yesterday? Why lie? I saved you, and in return, I was mistreated and manhandled." Abby, her voice trembling, replied, "I know there's no excuse for what I did. I was scared for Philip. If my father found out what really happened, he would kill him. And I dont want that to happen. My actions were purely selfish, and for that, I am deeply sorry." Tears streamed down her face as she spoke. Carlos sighed, his voice cold. "It's Abby, right? Your apology doesn't erase the injustice I faced. And frankly, I do not forgive you. Leave now, or else I'll call the police on you." With that, he slammed the door shut. A few hours later, Carlos went down to the par
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 22: Beneath the Surface
Overwhelmed by shame and guilt, Abby quickly stood up and ran out of Carlos's apartment. Carlos, still processing what had just happened, remained frozen on the couch for a few moments before springing into action to chase after her. By the time he reached the parking lot, all he could see was the tail end of the SUV Abby had arrived in, speeding out of the building's driveway. Defeated, Carlos returned to his apartment and tried reaching his friend Toby, wanting to share what had happened. However, after several unanswered calls, he gave up for the night. The following day, just after settling into his office, Carlos decided to seek out Toby. He knocked on Toby's office door and heard his friend's familiar voice from within, telling him to come in. As Carlos stepped in, Toby looked up from his desk. "Hey man, it's you. You don't need to knock." "Well, it's the normal courtesy and the right thing to do," Carlos replied as he sat down. Toby grinned, "What brings you to my humb
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 23: The Woman in the Flames
A few days later, Carlos navigated his car through New York's bustling highway, the cityscape a blur of lights against the deepening evening sky. The day's fatigue weighed on him, but his focus remained sharp as his dash screen lit up with an incoming call from Abby. He tapped to answer, his voice steady despite his exhaustion. "Hey, what's up?" "I'm good," Abby's voice chimed in. "What are you up to?" "Just wrapped up a long day at work and heading home," Carlos replied, his eyes scanning the road ahead. "How about you?" "Just chilling in my room," she said casually, then added, "I’m calling to let you know my friend in the Secret Service is ready to meet." Carlos's grip on the steering wheel tightened, a surge of adrenaline cutting through his fatigue. "Really? When?" he asked, his voice brimming with anticipation. "Tonight," Abby said, her tone matter of fact. A grin spread across Carlos's face. "That's fantastic. Where should we meet?" "I'll text you the location late
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 24: Confrontations and Choices
Toby then turned to Abby. "Yes, that's who he's saying he saw."Abby looked at Carlos, her brow furrowed. "Are you sure?"Carlos shook his head dismissively. "Nah, it’s probably just an hallucination. I must have imagined it before I passed out."Just then, the doctor attending to Carlos entered the room, making his way to Carlos's bedside after exchanging greetings with Abby, Toby, and Trevon. He addressed Carlos, "How are you feeling, sir?"Carlos coughed uncomfortably before replying, "Feeling great, sir."The doctor assessed Carlos's injuries, asking, "Do you feel pain anywhere else?"Carlos winced slightly. "My ribs hurt really bad."The doctor nodded. "That's normal, considering you sustained multiple fractures on the right side of your ribs. Any other pain?"Carlos shook his head. "Not really, apart from the cramps I feel all over my body. Doctor, when will I be able to leave?"The doctor reviewed Carlos's file. "Soon, Mr. Wilson. We just need to run a few more tests, so as to p
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Carlos stepped out of the SUV, his eyes fixed on the modest apartment building. The tension was palpable, a coiled spring ready to snap. Miguel and a few of their men flanked him, their movements swift and precise, well rehearsed from countless operations before. But this one— this was personal.Miguel gestured toward the entrance. "We’ve got the building surrounded. No one’s getting out without us knowing."Carlos nodded, his face a mask of steely resolve as they made their way toward the building. Each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of anticipation building in his chest. His heart pounded in time with his footsteps, but his expression remained calm, collected.They reached the entrance, a narrow hallway leading to Olivia’s apartment on the second floor. Carlos took a deep breath, steadying himself before he climbed the stairs, Miguel close behind. The air was thick with the humid heat of Mumbai, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, but he barely noticed. His focus wa
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A Few Months Later.....Carlos sat in the largest office of the company he now owned, the enormous windows stretching from floor to ceiling behind him. The room, once a place of ridicule and frustration, had become his empire— rebuilt in his image, every piece of furniture a testament to his power. Yet, despite the luxury, the carefully curated space, and the city bustling beneath him, Carlos found no peace.His hands gripped the arms of his chair, the tension in his knuckles betraying his thoughts. From this vantage point, he could see the chaotic movement of New York, the ant like people scurrying far below, unaware of the power struggles happening so high above their heads. His eyes were on the horizon, but his mind was far away.It wasn’t the money. It wasn’t the firm. Those were easy victories— too easy, if he was honest with himself. No, the real prize had always been elusive, slipping through his fingers no matter how tightly he tried to hold on. Olivia.The name alone sent a w
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A few days later....Carlos wheeled out of the elevator, a low hum from its descent fading as the elevator doors hissed shut behind him. The spacious office floor that had once been a place of ambition and humiliation now stretched out before him, utterly transformed. His eyes moved over the sleek furnishings, the modern lighting, and the polished marble floors, but his mind was far from admiring the décor. He could feel the weight of every gaze in the room, every stiffened posture. Miguel, his uncle, stood beside him, tall and brooding with an unreadable expression. Behind them, Carlos’s men – all ex-military and highly trained – flanked him, their presence a silent reminder of who Carlos had become. The former worker, the man once kicked around and demeaned, was now their new boss. The heir of the Martinez empire.The low murmur of the staff hushed the moment Carlos's wheelchair moved forward with a faint electric whirr, the entire floor falling into silence. Heads turned, faces dr
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A few months later.....Carlos sat quietly in the large, beautifully landscaped garden of the Martinez family estate. The sun, golden and warm, cast long rays through the trees, painting the glass walls of the house in shimmering reflections. This estate, known as the "Glass Fortress," was hidden deep within the woods, far from prying eyes, a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world. The trees around swayed gently in the breeze, the air crisp and filled with the scent of pine and freshly cut grass. Carlos wheeled himself to the edge of the garden path, close enough to admire the serene beauty but far enough to avoid being touched by the world beyond.His fingers absentmindedly traced the cool metal of the wheelchair’s arms, but his mind was elsewhere, tangled in thoughts of his lost children and the ex-wife who had taken them. He had moments like this often, where he would retreat into the solace of nature, trying to find some peace in the rhythm of the forest, but peace always s
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The following night...Carlos sat silently at the edge of the stage, his guitar resting against his knee, watching as the last of the small crowd dispersed into the fading twilight. Andrew and Peter were packing up their instruments, exchanging a few light-hearted jokes, but Carlos wasn’t in the mood for banter. His mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t stop thinking about last night, about Miguel and everything he had said. He was torn between disbelief and a gnawing curiosity that had kept him awake most of the night.“Hey, you good?” Andrew’s voice cut through his thoughts. He was standing beside Carlos, his keyboard case slung over his shoulder. “You’ve been quiet since we finished playing.”Carlos nodded, though his thoughts were still muddled. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he muttered, avoiding Andrew’s concerned gaze. “Just thinking.”Andrew raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced but didn’t push. “Well, let us know if you need anything, man. We’re here for you.”“Thanks,” Carlos replied, his t
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The following evening.....Carlos’s fingers slid over the smooth strings of his guitar, his eyes shut as he strummed the chords with practiced ease. The rhythmic notes echoed through the park, melding into the cool evening air. Andrew sat beside him, his fingers dancing on the keyboard, while Peter tapped his drumsticks lightly against the cajón, filling the space with a steady beat. A small crowd had gathered around their makeshift stage, captivated by the music, swaying gently to the melody. It was a simple life, playing for strangers who’d toss spare change into their tip jar, but it was theirs. For a few hours each day, they were free. Free from the burden of life’s harsh realities, free from the pain and memories that haunted them all.As Carlos played, his gaze drifted across the crowd, briefly landing on a familiar figure. Miguel. The man from the night before. He stood just at the edge of the gathering, his broad frame silhouetted by the streetlights, arms crossed over his ch
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Several years later.The subway platform was as familiar to Carlos as his own skin by now, the dim, flickering lights overhead casting long, uneven shadows across the grimy floor. The night was biting cold, seeping through the thin layers of his old jacket, but he had long stopped minding it. After all, the chill had become a constant companion. Andrew and Peter were already setting up when he rolled up in his wheelchair, the squeaky wheels echoing slightly in the nearly empty tunnel. A few people hurried past, heads down, not sparing a second glance at the trio who were about to fill the subway with their melodies. Andrew adjusted his guitar strap, his fingers hovering over the strings, testing out a few chords. He glanced at Carlos, his face creased with the weariness of life. “Ready for another night, my man?” Andrew asked, his voice gruff but kind.Carlos offered a tight lipped smile. “I’ve got nothing better to do,” he replied, positioning himself beside them. His voice, though
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A few days later...Olivia sat on the cold, hard stool next to Carlos's hospital bed, staring at his motionless body. His face was pale, his breathing shallow, and the machines around him hummed and beeped rhythmically, tracking his every breath and heartbeat. The room smelled sterile, the faint scent of antiseptic in the air, and the bright, artificial light from the ceiling cast harsh shadows across his face.She crossed her legs, her foot tapping softly against the tiled floor, her hands resting on her lap as she watched him. Her mind drifted, but the smile that tugged at the corner of her lips remained— subtle but triumphant. It's done, she thought, her heart racing at the thought. After years of planning, manipulation, and waiting, her mission was finally complete. The mighty Carlos Wilson was lying before her, utterly helpless.A nurse entered the room, her soft footsteps barely audible on the floor. She smiled at Olivia, a kind but professional smile, and then turned her attent
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Nearly an hour later...Olivia’s fingers gripped the steering wheel as she turned into the driveway of their family home. The soft hum of the car’s engine quieted, leaving only the excited voices of her two children, Alex and Alexa, who were both animatedly chatting about their time at the beauty shop. Alexa had chosen a two sided pony, and Alex was still giddy about his hair trim. “Mama, look! Do you think Daddy will like my ponys? And nails?” Alexa asked, holding her tiny hands up to admire the glittery pink polish as the sunlight glinted off them. Her wide eyes sparkled with joy, and Olivia forced a smile onto her face.“Yes, sweetheart, Daddy will love them. I’m sure he’ll be so proud,” Olivia replied, her voice betraying none of the turmoil churning inside her. She parked the car, the engine’s quiet purr cutting off abruptly, leaving the driveway still and eerily silent.Alex unbuckled his seatbelt with the speed of a child who couldn’t wait to share exciting news. “I can’t wait