Speaking of which, I just remembered that Charlie was scheduled to be arrested tonight. Damn it! I missed the chance to witness it because something unexpected happened.
My plan failed as a result. What else could I do?
Perhaps that was why he didn’t call or even send me a single message. Maybe the cops arrived a few minutes after I left, and he was dragged and locked up in the precinct.
"Who could have thought my plan still succeeded after everything that happened, huh? Nicely done, Dom! The bastard would rot in jail for the rest of his life."
I was mad at Dad a few seconds ago, but my mood shifted to excitement in seconds while imagining Charlie’s undesirable situation inside the prison, whatever.
And I couldn’t help but smile thinking about it. Imagine Charlie sleeping in a small room with four or five old, furious, and tattooed men. Pretty simple. He will become their slave.
I don't want to be the villain of their family story, but I'm pretty sure his wife and son must be heartbr
