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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
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 25: Whispers and Desires
Arriving at their destination, Carlos gracefully opened the car door for Abby, his demeanor reflecting the gentleman he was. Abby stepped out, a smile of appreciation on her lips. “Thank you.” “The pleasure is mine,” Carlos replied warmly, offering her his arm as they made their way to the entrance of the five - star restaurant. As they entered, a polished staff member greeted them with enthusiasm. “Welcome to Q&W. We’re thrilled to have you.” Carlos nodded appreciatively. “We’re happy to be here.” With a courteous smile, the staff member led them to their reserved table. “This will be your seat. Your order will arrive shortly.” They settled into their seats just as another staff member approached with a tray of cocktails and treats. “Here are some appetizers to start. Your main course will be arriving soon.” Abby thanked the staff member, and they were left alone to enjoy their evening. The ambiance of the restaurant was elegant, with soft music and candlelit tables creating a r
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 26: Shadows of the Past
As they lay tangled in the warmth of each other, Abby's phone continued to buzz incessantly with message notifications and calls. Carlos, his arms wrapped around her, broke the silence, his voice soft. “Are you sure you don’t want to check that? It might be important.”Abby shifted slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s probably my dad. He can’t just leave me be, not even for a single day.”Carlos furrowed his brow. “Given that he’d have expected you to come back home yesterday. I think it’s only natural for your phone to be buzzing with his calls and messages, you know”Abby pulled away slightly to face him, her expression wary. “Know what? Are you taking his side again?”Carlos shook his head. “No, I’m not.”Abby’s eyes narrowed. “Sounds like you are.”Carlos sighed deeply. “I wasn’t aware there were sides. But if there are, you can count on me to always be on your team.”Abby raised an eyebrow, her tone skeptical. “Really?”Carlos met her gaze. “Yes. Have I done something
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 27: Whispers of Revenge
Time crawled as Carlos sat alone on the couch, the weight of dread pressing down on him. Every second felt like a lifetime, each tick of the clock echoing in the silence. Then, finally, his phone buzzed beside him, shattering the stillness. He snatched it up, eyes scanning the screen— a W******p message from Tony. His pulse quickened."Just spoke to my guy. Can’t get a gun right now— he’s out of town. But he’ll be back in two days. Should I come over?"Carlos let out a shaky breath, tension rippling through him. His fingers moved quickly, typing a reply even as his mind raced. "No need, I’m fine. Thanks for checking. Just keep me updated— I need to get that gun ASAP." He hit send, but the words felt hollow.With a sharp exhale, Carlos flung the phone to the edge of the couch, not caring if it fell. His chest tightened, his heartbeat hammering in his ears. He pressed his palms to his forehead, running his fingers through his hair, trying to steady himself— but it wasn’t working. The wal
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 28: The Shadows of Desperation
Several hours later, around 5:00 a.m., Carlos was jolted awake by the shrill sound of his phone alarm echoing through the dark alley. He blinked in confusion, disoriented as he wiped the drool that had collected on his chin, a reminder of the uncomfortable position he'd slept in. The damp chill of the under-bridge alley seeped into his bones, and he shivered slightly, rubbing his eyes as he muttered groggily, "Where am I?"For a moment, he was lost, his brain struggling to adjust to the stark difference between this cold, grimy alley and his cozy bedroom. Then, like a hammer blow, the events of the previous day slammed back into his mind. Edgar. The threats. The strange phone call. He had run here to hide, hoping to stay out of Edgar's reach. He stared at the old cracked walls around him, wondering how long he could keep this up. His mind raced back to the woman’s words from the call: "This is payback for what you've done."Carlos rubbed his temples. “What did I do?” he muttered. He ke
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 29: Escape from the Streets
Carlos stared at the cracked pavement beneath him, feeling the cold reality of his situation sink in. Without a phone, without a way out, and with the threat of Snackhead looming over him, he knew he was running out of time.----------------------------------He felt the tension rise as the man’s warning echoed in his head. “You don’t wanna be here when they come back,” the man had said, looking at him with tired, knowing eyes. It wasn’t a suggestion.With a slight nod, Carlos gathered himself, standing up on shaky legs. His body ached, especially his head where they’d kicked him, but he knew he had no choice. He couldn’t stay there. The thought of those thugs returning— maybe with more numbers, maybe more violent— made his skin crawl."Thanks," he muttered, giving a faint nod to the man who had handed him the aspirin. The man just grunted, already turning back to his own spot on the street. There was nothing more to say.Carlos tightened his grip on his nearly empty backpack and made
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 30: A Friend's Last Breath
The city skyline blurred in the distance as Trevon’s car cruised down the avenue, weaving through the familiar streets. Trevon’s focus remained on the road, but he glanced occasionally at Carlos, who sat quietly in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed out the window. The silence between them felt heavy, almost unnatural, especially for Trevon, who was used to Carlos's lively energy. His friend hadn’t said much since they’d gotten into the car. Now, as the familiar turns toward Carlos’s apartment approached, Trevon cleared his throat.“You good?” Trevon asked, eyes flicking to Carlos again.Carlos shifted slightly in his seat but didn’t answer right away. He looked at Trevon, hesitation flickering in his eyes. After a moment, he shook his head slowly.“I don’t want to go home yet,” Carlos finally said, his voice low and uncertain.Trevon raised an eyebrow, surprised. He glanced at Carlos before returning his attention to the road, easing into a turn. “Why not?”The question hung in the a
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 31: Confrontation With the Assassin
As Carlos remained leaned heavily against the cold concrete wall, blood trickling steadily down his face from the crash, staining his shirt and the ground beneath him. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling from shock, exhaustion, and pain. The man with the pistol stood just a few steps away, his finger casually resting on the trigger, but Carlos felt too drained to resist. He closed his eyes, accepting what seemed like an inevitable end.He muttered under his breath, his voice shaky but sincere, praying to God for mercy, hoping that his death would be quick and painless. The faces of his parents, Margaret and Anthony Wilson, flashed in his mind. Regret gnawed at his heart, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes as he silently apologized to them.“I’m sorry, Mom... Dad... I should have been a better son. If there’s another life, I promise... I’ll make things right.”As his words trailed off into the cool night air, the man with the pistol suddenly burst into laughter.
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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