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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.
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 32: The Days After
Carlos woke up to the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor and the sterile smell of the hospital room. The early dawn light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the walls. His body felt heavy, a dull ache pulsing from his injured arm, but the pain was nothing compared to the whirlwind of emotions raging inside him.He reached for his phone lying on the bed beside him, his mind still fixated on Edgar. He had to find out more— anything that could give him a lead. With a shaky hand, he opened his browser and typed 'Edgar' into the search bar, hoping to stumble upon something that could help him track down the man who had turned his life into a nightmare.Minutes passed, stretching into hours as he sifted through irrelevant results, each one adding to his frustration. There were no clear matches, no pictures that resembled the man who haunted his memory. Just as his patience was wearing thin, his phone beeped— a notification telling him it needed to be plugged in.“F
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 33: A Silent Farewell
The tension in the Stone residence grew over the next few days as everyone anticipated a possible attack from either Edgar or the unknown woman. But to their surprise, nothing happened. No attacks, no strange incidents — just silence.A few weeks later, on a cold early morning, Carlos found himself strolling down one of the hallways of the Stone residence. His footsteps barely made a sound as he moved across the polished, gleaming tiled floor. The hall was adorned with elegant paintings, each piece of artwork framed in gold and reflecting the wealth of the household. Carlos admired the art as he walked, momentarily lost in thought.Ahead of him, he noticed Senator Harvey walking toward him in the opposite direction. Carlos straightened his posture, preparing to greet the senator with respect. As they passed each other, Carlos gave a courteous nod, his head bowing slightly. "Good morning, sir."The senator returned the greeting, but his cold, disapproving glare was impossible to miss.
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