Jeremy's hands closed around the man's throat, his fingers digging in as he fought to keep his rage in check. The man's face turned red as he struggled to breathe, his eyes pleading for mercy."Who. Sent. You?" Jeremy growled, his voice a low, feral snarl.The man wheezed, his words coming out in short gasps. "I-I can't...c-can't say."Jeremy's grip tightened, his knuckles turning white as he fought the urge to snap the man's neck."You're not leaving here until you tell me the truth," Jeremy growled, his eyes burning with fury.The man's face turned purple, his hands scrabbling against Jeremy's chest in a desperate attempt to free himself. But Jeremy's grip was like iron, unyielding and relentless."I-I can't..." the man gasped, his words barely audible. "I-I'm sorry...please."Jeremy's anger reached a boiling point, and he raised his fist, ready to give the man a punch that would break him.As Jeremy raised his fist, ready to deliver the final blow, approaching footsteps pierced the
As they walked away from the scene of confrontation, Jeremy turned to Avery and Mia. "I'm going to take Sophia and her father to a nearby restaurant," he said, his voice firm. "Sophia says she's hungry, and I don't want her to go without food."Avery's eyes widened in concern. "Are you sure that's a good idea?" she asked, her voice tinged with fear. "I don't think it's safe for you to be alone with him."Jeremy reached out and placed a reassuring hand on Avery's shoulder."I'll be fine," Jeremy assured her, his voice calm and steady. "I just need to get more information out of him, and I think I have a better chance of doing that if we're in a less volatile environment."Avery frowned, her anxiety still palpable. "But what if he tries something?" she asked, her eyes darting between Jeremy and the man. "We don't know what he's capable of."Jeremy gave her a small, reassuring smile. "I can handle myself," he said, his voice confident.With a final glance at Avery and Mia, Jeremy turned
With the plan set and the time drawing near, Jeremy pulled out his phone and dialed Jefferson's number."Jefferson," he said as the call connected, his voice taut with urgency. "I need your help with something."Jefferson's voice was calm and steady on the other end of the line. "Of course,boss" he replied. "What do you need me to do?""I need you to meet with someone," Jeremy said, his voice low and determined. "Someone from the ghetto." "His name is Capon Brat."Jefferson's voice grew serious."Capon Brat," Jefferson repeated, his mind working quickly to process the name. "I know of him. He's a dangerous man."Realizing the danger that he was putting Jefferson in since he had a past with the ghetto, Jeremy quickly changed his plans. "Forget about going to meet him," he said, his voice quick and decisive. "I need you to help me with something else instead."Jefferson, sensing the urgency in Jeremy's voice, asked, "What is it? What can I do for you sir?"Jeremy took a deep breath, hi
"Take off your mask," Shocker ordered Sophia's father, his voice low and threatening.But before Sophia's father could respond, Jeremy intervened, his voice hard and commanding. "You'd be wise to stop making baseless accusations," he said, his eyes flashing with danger. "This man is my trusted guard, and we have traveled from a faraway country to play with Capon Brat. He is the best gambler, the unbeatable gambler, and we have come to challenge him. Do you understand?"Shocker, still suspicious, hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between Jeremy and Sophia's father."Fine," he said, his voice resigned. "I'll let you pass. But don't think you can get away with lying to Capon Brat. He'll see through your deception."Jeremy, unperturbed, replied, "We have no intention of lying. We are here for the game, and that is all."With a final nod of warning, Shocker stepped aside, allowing Jeremy and Sophia's father to pass through the door and into the Viper Lounge.As they walked, Sophia's
The first round of the game was tense, with both men carefully studying their cards and the movements of their opponent. But in the end, it was Jeremy who came out victorious, his hand a full house.Capon Brat's face twisted in anger as Jeremy raked in the chips, his triumph clear in his eyes. But the second round saw a reversal of fortunes, with Capon Brat emerging victorious, a smug grin on his face."That's right, Javier," Capon Brat said, a cruel glint in his eye. "I told you I was the best.Jeremy, his face impassive, said nothing, his eyes fixed on the cards in front of him. Capon Brat, sensing his opponent's unease, leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips."What's wrong, Javier?" he taunted. "Getting cold feet? Maybe you're not as tough as you thought you were."But Jeremy, his jaw set, refused to rise to the bait, instead pretend to be focusing on the game in front of him.The third round of the game was a back and forth battle, with both men taking turns winning
As Capon Brat and Jeremy faced each other across the table, the tension in the air was palpable. The stakes were higher than ever before, and both men knew that one wrong move could mean the end of the game.But Jeremy, his face calm and composed, played his hand with precision, his bluffs and feints leaving Capon Brat confused and off-balance.In the end, Jeremy emerged victorious, the chips stacking up in front of him as he reclaimed his twenty million dollars.As Jeremy and his bodyguard celebrated their victory, high-fiving and laughing with each other just to get at Capon's nerves. Capon Brat's face twisted in anger and frustration.He turned to Shocker, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm going to kill that foolish punk," he said, his eyes blazing with hatred. "He's not leaving here alive."Shocker, his expression calm but concerned, placed a hand on Capon Brat's shoulder."Boss, please," he said, his voice low and urgent. "He still has 480 million dollars. We can win it all back.
As Jeremy and Sophia's father approached his car, Sophia's father, his face full of concern, placed a hand on Jeremy's arm."What are you doing?" he said, his voice low and urgent. "You had them, sir. You could've won. But you blew it. Why?"Jeremy, his face impassive, continued to walk, his movements steady and unhurried."Trust me, Mr. Smith," he said, his voice calm and steady. "I know what I'm doing."Sophia's father, his brow furrowing in confusion, stared at Jeremy, his voice thick with disbelief."Wait a minute," he said, his eyes wide with shock. "How do you know my name?""I got you investigated before this whole mission!" Jeremy said."what do you mean, you had me investigated?" He stuttered in fear.Jeremy, his expression still impassive, turned to face Sophia's father, his eyes fixed on the older man's face."Let's just say that I had to be sure you were the real deal," he said, his voice low and even.Sophia's father, his expression growing more anxious by the second, gra
Capon Brat, his face flushed with triumph, raised his glass in a toast to his men, his voice booming with arrogance."Gentlemen," he said, his eyes shining with greed. "Tonight, we've shown the world who's boss."That little punk thought he could outsmart us, but we played him like a fiddle. And now, he's walked away with nothing."Capon Brat's men, their laughter filling the room, raised their glasses in response, their voices full of cheerfulness.Capon Brat, his eyes gleaming with greed, nodded slowly."All right, boys," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You've all done well tonight."Each of you will receive 10 million. And Shocker, for his role in this victory, will receive 50 million."Capon Brat's men, their eyes wide with greed, cheered at the news, their voices filling the room.Shocker, his face twisted with concern, his eyes fixed on the briefcase, spoke up."Boss," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "What about the rest? I thought we were gonna use that money to bu