The revenge of the mafia son-in-law.

Chapter 9. Curtis' Deadly Confrontation.

"I swear, Curtis. I felt thousands of things when I saw her," Araña said, pacing back and forth in the main office of their company.

"Tingling in your vagina?" Curtis asked without much enthusiasm, trying to solve a Rubik's Cube at the desk.

"I even like her name a lot... Veronika... I love her!"

"You don't even know if she likes women too."

"Please, Curtis... Everyone loves women, even we love ourselves. It's scientifically proven."

"You're sick; you should see a psychologist," Curtis said.

"Mock if you want, but that little Russian girl will be my wife."

"We need to talk about something much more important," Curtis commented, "the dealer on 19th street still hasn't reported his payment."

"It's very easy; we just have to kill him, problem solved."

"You're a freaking lunatic. We can't kill everyone who doesn't walk to our tune. Maybe he had some issues, and that's why he delayed payment for the merchandise."

"Curtis, this isn't a doll's game. Here, you have to be the toughest, or else