Joining the club has been the best thing that has happened to Thomas Sanchez in a long time. After all his friends deserted him after he was kicked out of his family, he has been living a very sad life. He has been struggling to fend for his family, but now that he can relax, he is glad that he has found the men's club. They are made of different types of elderly men. Some had worked very hard for years and bought expensive houses in the community, or some, like Thomas, are living with their children. They play chess, they drink expensive drinks, they laugh and tell jokes about their long lives. Thomas likes them so much, he comes to the club almost everyday. “Thomas, you didn't tell us. How many times were you married?” Someone asks with interest. “Uh, I have been married only once, my friends. I have been with the same woman for almost thirty years.” “Ah, bummer!” Someone laughs. “Nicolas here has been married six times. His newest wife is just twenty seven, younger than his
Andrew has a calm look on his face, even when he sees his father-in-law looks like he has seen a ghost. “An–Andrew, what are you doing here?” “Just passing by and wanted to check up on you,” Andrew answers.The men of the club look at Andrew with awe. They have heard of him, the person who bought the mega mansion in the community and they have been impressed. Since Andrew and the rest of his family live a very low-key life, this is the first time that they are seeing Andrew and they cannot stop staring at him. He is wearing simple clothes and he doesn't have jewelry that is worth millions of dollars. It's hard to tell that he is a rich person. Andrew smiles at all of them, “gentlemen,” he tilts an imaginary hat and they all greet him back. Except Vance. Thomas hands are held in loose fists. He is inhaling sharply, he doesn't want to be here anymore. “Where were you heading to, dad?” Andrew scratches his sideburn. “Home.” Thomas doesn't look at his friends. “I'm just… a little
Did Andrew just slap Mister Vance?! No one can believe this! “What?! Did you just hit me, you fraudster?!” Mister Vance yells in pure anger. Thomas is shaking like a leaf, he doesn't know why Andrew has decided to hit this man! They are going to get into trouble. Mister Vance is raging like an angry bull. Andrew is a nobody and he has the heart to raise his hand on him?! He is going to teach him a bitter lesson! He is going to be the end of Andrew Carter!“Andrew, oh, Andrew, why did you do that?” Thomas whispers to him in fear. “Now Mister Vance is going to destroy us! Quick, get on your knees and beg him!” But Andrew doesn't even look bothered at all. If anything, he looks like he wants to slap Mister Vance another time! The other members of the club are shocked, they can't even pick up their fallen jaws from the ground. Mister Vance has been rude to all of them before, but he is one of the richest people in the community and they are scared of his soldier son. So, deep in t
Thomas feels like this is a dream. Vance returns to them like a dog with its tail between its legs. They obviously don't know what happened on the phone, but it's clear that whatever it was, it has left Vance with this humiliated look on his face. He approaches the table again, his shoulders dropped. “Uh, Andrew. I'm sorry for my outburst. It was inappropriate.” Everyone is shocked to their bones. Why the sudden change of mind? Why has Vance turned so meek and is willingly apologizing? “And, uh, Thomas. I'm sorry for calling you a fraudster. Clearly, you have better character than I do. Forgive me.” Vance doesn't want for the others to react to him, surprisingly taking back every insult that he gave to Thomas. He turns around and disappears. The men gather around Thomas with excitement in their eyes. Never in their lifetime did they think that they would see Vance apologize. “Are you a magician, Thomas?! How did Vance apologize to you so easily?” “I don't know, maybe he just
Saint is sitting in a dark corner of the club. He is watching everyone dance, drink, speak to each other, but he sits down and drinks from his glass. He is here because he has gotten a job, his first since he came to New York. He hasn't worked in a long time and it's because he has been bent on helping his brother to find the people who killed their parents and little sister. Now he has gotten bored and he checked through his requests and by mere coincidence, he found out that someone in New York wants to take out a target here. It's convenient for him. He doesn't have to travel to get the job done. He is not taking the job because he is in need of the money, he is taking the job because he has become bored. Like most of his jobs, he hardly works with names, he likes to keep his targets nameless. His client on the other hand, has also chosen to remain nameless too. For some weird reason, Saint is not here for the target, he is here for the client. Most times, when clients want to
Saint steps out of his car and walks towards them. “Are you crazy, put me down!” Ella hits her fiance. “Who have you been out with all night? Don't fucking play with me!” He shouts. “I wasn't the one who cheated, was I?” She barks at him. “Hey!” Saints gives her fiance one push and he lets go of Ella immediately. Saint stands in front of Ella, protecting her from her crazy ex. Her ex adjusts his jacket angrily. He doesn't start fighting with Saint because he can tell that Andrew is strong and will whoop his ass. He is breathing in angry, loud puffs. “Is this him?! Is this the man you are fucking now?!” “Don't be ridiculous, James! It was you who went and cheated on me with that shank!” She yells with pain in her heart. “Shut up, I can sleep with as many women as I want! Know your place and shut the hell up!” “That's enough now, really.” Saint warns him. “You have said enough and I mean it.” “Who the fuck do you think you are?!” James shouts at Saint. “You are her secret boyf
Saint had fallen asleep without even eating last night. He has been very much engrossed in finding as much as possible about James Jackson, that he fell asleep with his laptop by his side. He wakes up with a banging headache and the sound of the doorbell trying consistently going off. He kicks the blanket off himself, thank God that he is still clothed, so he goes to answer the door. His anger only intensifies when he sees Adriana Sanchez standing at his front door with a huge grin, two cups of coffee, and some croissants. “You've got to be kidding me,” he mutters as he rubs his eyes. “Mister Saint, hi.” She keeps the smile on. “Adriana Sanchez, what are you doing here? Don't tell me that my brother gave you my address!” “He didn't, I found it out myself,” she looks down at her feet. “Are you going to allow me to come in? Looks like you just woke up, but no worries, I brought you some coffee!” “What makes you think that I want your damn coffee?” He squints with displeasure.
James Jackson. He is just twenty five years of age, but he appears to be older. He is his father's right hand man, because his father doesn't trust anyone that isn't his blood. His father is worth a hundred billion dollars and he is seriously preparing James to inherit everything. It's not easy, but James has started to become more and more like his father. Soon, it's going to be time for James to settle down and even though James has so many sexual assault allegations rumoured around him, James Jackson has managed to secure a very public relationship with the beauty Ella Ventura. He didn't like Ella the first time they met and officially started to “see each other.” She was an uptight bitch that was all about work. Everything she did, it was for her own good and that of her father and the company she plans to inherit. He voiced his frustration to his father, but his father told him that he didn't have to like Ella to marry her. She would make a beautiful wife and their children