Charles Ballmer laughed maniacally. He couldn't believe that he had finally ended the life of the wretched Curtis Stanton. He had always known he would kill him since the day Curtis had used him as a stool alongside Araña years ago.His escorts also laughed, pleased to see that their boss had finally gotten what he wanted. However, things changed in an instant. A shot came out of nowhere, hitting one of the escorts directly in the forehead, killing him immediately. Another shot hit the leg of another escort, and that's when everyone finally reacted, starting to shoot in all directions without knowing where the shots were coming from.Charles Ballmer crouched down and quickly sought shelter from the gunfire while continuing to give orders."Shoot! Shoot at anything that moves!" Charles shouted, hiding behind one of the containers.Curtis was also crawling on the floor, completely unharmed by the shots Charles Ballmer had just fired at him.Immediately, the dock was filled with internat
Campbell watched with concern the news of his mother's arrest on his cell phone as he prepared for the flight where he would escape with Dany.Dany noticed Campbell's demeanor and immediately took his hand to comfort him."We can't look back," Dany said, "I know just the thing to cheer you up."Dany went to the airplane minibar and grabbed a bottle of champagne, perfectly chilled. Without hesitation, she uncorked it in front of Campbell, letting the bubbly foam cascade everywhere, soaking the red carpet beneath their feet.It was all laughter, hugs, and kisses until a voice amplified by a megaphone wiped the smiles off their faces instantly."Campbell Stanton, step out of the plane with your hands on your head," the police chief's voice echoed through the megaphone.Campbell and Dany peered out the window to see an entire army of international special police agents on the runway, aiming their firearms directly at the plane.Curtis returned to the Stanton mansion safe and sound, as he
"You are mine, you belong to me. That's why I bought you," said Kim defiantly, touching Curtis' forehead. "That's why I bought you." "You didn't buy me. I only took the money because I needed it for my mother's surgery, but that doesn't mean I don't love you," replied Curtis. "It doesn't matter. I paid for that muscular body, and that's what I want." "No, Kim. I truly love you," confessed Curtis. "Love?" she laughed. Kim grabbed a stack of money and threw it in Curtis' face, making the bills scatter. "There's your love. You only love my father's money," commented Kim. "You're completely wrong!" "Shut up and take off your clothes!" Curtis felt used by the woman he loved, on top of being humiliated by the Ballmer family for months. That same night, after dinner, the Ballmer family gathered to indulge in their favorite pastime – humiliating Curtis. "What should we do with the leftovers?" Charles Ballmer, owner of the country's largest pharmaceutical company, asked. "To the do
Curtis had never felt so cold in his life. However, there was no turning back. Everything was decided, and his existence in this world would end that very night. He was fully prepared to jump when screams stopped him at the last second. Curtis turned out of simple curiosity. In the months of homelessness, he had witnessed a lot of crime in those dark alleys. It wasn't uncommon for someone to be robbed in that place. But this time was very different. It was a girl being forcefully pushed against her will. There were three guys, but the girl didn't seem scared at all. She even defended herself as best as she could. She kicked one of the guys in the groin, but she was still outnumbered and overpowered. "Hey!" Curtis shouted loudly as he ran towards them, extending and waving his arms. "Leave her alone." The men just laughed as they looked at each other. "Where did this junkie come from?" one of the men asked. "He's probably homeless. There are many of them around here," explained
The Imperial Casino hosted a grand spectacle that night. However, only those deemed important in the city could enter. A poor soul like Curtis could never attend such a lavish party."Were you really Charles Ballmer's son-in-law?" asked, surprised."I thought I was, but I eventually found out it was all a joke to them.""You were the Ballmer family's bitch... That's quite a résumé," she joked."Very amusing," he said angrily, "at least I was connected to an important surname; you're just the worst dealer I've ever known in my life.""And you're the worst Ballmer bitch I've ever met," she said, laughing."You don't even know the people from that family.""Of course, I know those wretched folks very well, but that doesn't matter now.""What are we doing here?" Curtis asked at the entrance of the imperial casino."We're going to get back at those bastards who beat us, I told you.""But how the hell do you plan to do that?" I exclaimed, "those guys nearly killed us.""That's the world of
A limousine stopped at the entrance of the Imperial Casino.A man in all-white attire, including his hat, descended from it."Mr. Tony," said the police chief, bowing respectfully."I want five minutes inside the casino," Tony ordered."But sir...""I said," Tony continued walking into the casino, knowing no one could stop him.All the police officers and detectives collecting evidence at the crime scene immediately left upon seeing Chief Tony's arrival accompanied by his henchmen."Who did it?" Tony asked his henchman."It was the Araña, sir.""Are you sure?" Tony asked calmly."Yes, Chief Tony. It was her, accompanied by an unknown man. Everything was recorded on the security cameras."Tony remained silent, as if deep in thought."What do you want us to do, sir?" the henchman asked."Burn the bodies. Nothing happened here. I won't let the reputation of my casino be tarnished.""And with the Araña, what do we do?""I think it's time to have a talk with her father," Chief Tony said as
The Araña's father was also a mobster, but the difference is that he always maintained a low profile.He was content being a subordinate to Boss Tony, ensuring years in the mafia business without any problems."Done," said the Araña's father once he finished assembling a small ship inside a bottle, his favorite pastime."Now you'll be my best piece."He was an old man, struggling to stand and place the bottle on his shelf.He had done it; it was the fifteenth ship he had assembled inside a bottle since he began to develop an affection for that activity.But his peace and tranquility would be disrupted in a second.His office door swung open abruptly. Burly men threw it down as if it were cardboard.Bottles with the small ships shattered on the floor. Fifty years of work lost in a second."What the hell is happening here?! Who are you?!" the old man demanded.Those men remained silent, standing by the door."Where are my bodyguards?" the Araña's father asked."Dead," Boss Tony replied,
Franchesco rose to greet his daughter, expecting a hug and a kiss."My father," Araña shouted with arms outstretched.Franchesco struggled to take step after step, moving painfully slow.Araña pulled a revolver from her pocket and suddenly fired six shots at her father.Curtis was stunned. It happened so quickly; he barely had time to see the lifeless body of the old man fall to the wooden floor."What the hell are you doing?" Curtis yelled.Araña just laughed, observing her father's corpse."This wasn't part of the plan. You told me you were only coming to ask him for money, and then we'd leave," he protested."Curtis, Curtis, Curtis... If I had told you I planned to murder my father, you would never have come with me. I know you, Curtis; you're crazy but soft."Curtis gestured wildly, but words wouldn't come out. It was clear that this event had a profound impact."Don't worry, Curtis. I know you don't understand now, but I assure you everything is going according to plan.""But wha