lit-rpg

“I came back to New York to get married to her.” Wesley reaches into his pocket and brings out a card.  “This is me being generous. Take this, it has a hundred thousand dollars in it, go back to the house and park your stuff.  I'll tell everyone you left because things got too hard for you.” **** Aiden, in the day, is the random guy will you see going around the house with the napkin, humming a silly tone under his breath as he cleans the furniture, rush to the kitchen to check what he is cooking.  And of course, he's the guy his wife's family comes to let out their frustration on after the day's work. The guy that can in one word be compelled to do anything because he looks “gullible”.  But… At night when all are gone to bed… Aiden… Is the guy in the dimly lit bar, issuing out commands to owners of big consortiums in New York.  And…no one—no fucking person— has the wits to say no to what he has to say.