Tony stayed in the hospital for two weeks before he was ready to travel. Letta was just happy they were taking him home. She was homesick and could see that Tony did not like being there either. Who would? Definitely not a person that almost died there. Even Karan whom they came to rescue here did not come after that day and Letta resented him more.Tony almost died here, and he was here to save him. Yet, when everything was all right with him, he left and did not even check to see if he lived or died. Letta swore that she would kill him if she ever got a chance to. But Tony was only angry that Krystal did not come to see him the whole time he was in the hospital.He knows what he said to her, but he still thought that she cared and that she would come and visit him. But when she did not, he concluded that she wanted nothing to do with him. He never told anyone this and no one told him that Krystal did indeed, come to the hospital. What good would it have done had they told him? She w
It had just rained during the day, and the night was cold. In the streets of J. City Antonio laid by the side of the road, on a cold tar covered with thin cardboard, the jacket he had done nothing to block the cold, he shivered as sleep was far from coming; he was cold and hungry. Both these facts made it difficult for one to fall asleep, after sitting there for hours in a fetal position blowing air on his hands to get them to warn with no success. He stood up and walked around to warm himself up. The streets were quiet at this time of night, only one car would pass occasionally, the street lights in the alleyway he was walking in kept flickering like the bulb was about to meet its end as well. After walking for a few minutes half jogging trying to get his blood running and be a bit warm, he heard a noise up ahead. He slowed down his jogging and tiptoed forward. He poked his head out to see what was going on right around the corner, a black SUV with the plate written
Antonio sat there for a while thinking, he knew that logo very well; it was a logo of the mafia boss’s hotel, Lux; the hotel was one of the most prestigious ones in the city, only rich people can afford to enter there, middle-class people could not afford to spend even a night here and the likes of him could not even walk passed the entrance of the hotel. Yuri the mafia boss’s penthouse was there, and the place was a fortress with state-of-the-art security. He thought of returning the money but the problem was that he could only get as far as across the street from the entrance of the hotel. But then again, he knew what would happen to him should he return the money; he stole from a man no one dared to steal from and he knew what he was capable of. He had seen how his men killed people on the streets and have heard a lot of things about Yuri. So, either way, he was as good as dead. Then he thought of how he has been struggling on the streets for years now, he thought of the
“Where the fuck is my money Jacob?” asked Yuri standing by the window looking out into the night, his right-hand man Jacob and his third went to collect this evening. But something happened along the way and they lost the money including important documents. They had no valid explanation of where the money went or who took it. His second was standing by the door with his head bowed, the walking stick he carries was visibly shaking, he was afraid for his life, no one made such mistakes with Yuri’s money and live till the next day. “Boss we left the car to deal with that man and when we went back the money was gone, we did not see who took it and we asked around but no one saw anything, but I promise we will resume the search in the morning and we will find the money. Someone must have seen or heard something.” Jacob explained to his boss, he still had hope that he will understand, he knew the person Yuri was yet he still had hope that maybe this time, he will give him a chanc
Antonio I have been living at Lux hotel for more than a week now, I have extended my stay when the Russian’s people did not show to collect the money or kill me and I have been living my best life. Getting this money has forwarded me the opportunity to live my dream even if it is only for a short while but it is worth it. I am not proud of stealing this money but anyone who has was homeless will tell you that it is a jungle out there. The survival of the fittest and is not for the weak. The people I met when the streets first became my home lost the race and died for one reason or another. Even the man that treated me like a son when the man who made me did not even know if am alive of dead also died a few years back. I do not know what happened to him, but I know that he was sick, on the day he died though he was fine, he woke up early like he usually did when he was okay and went looking for food for us. He came back with a lot of food and
Antonio I see the look of envy in the people’s eyes whenever I pass, the way they look at the clothes I am wearing, and the car I ride in. The envy in their eyes I know all too well, I used to be like them and wished I was like those people who had everything in life, those who dressed well, rode in luxury cars, ate nice food every day. At least the way I saw them back then they looked like they had everything in life but I couldn’t be more wrong. These people had their own demons that they deal with every day and then put on a mask for the world outside when they go out. Same with me, they envy me thinking that I have it all figured out but they couldn’t be more wrong. The clothes I am wearing are my mask that is covering the years of dirt accumulated from the street. The suits, the car, and even the money they wished they had are not mine. I didn’t work hard for it as they do theirs; I stole it and if they knew how my life is, they would re
Antonio DJ and I worked till the early hours of the morning. The more he explained about the investments he was making with the money the more I understood, his banker came around three in the morning and took the money then gave us both black cards. With some of the money, we bought an accounting firm that was going bankrupt, and we invested the other in different companies. The banker left at around five in the morning; he was happy to be working with DJ again and told him a lot about how his wife spent all the money over the years. He told him she was selling the company now since she could no longer maintain it, I could see that DJ wanted it back, so I spoke to the banker aside and told him to buy the company when its value is low enough. I asked him not to tell DJ until everything was done, and the company is under his name again. We went to bed after that, and I was exhausted. A loud sound that shook the building woke us up, I jump out
Yuri I adjusted my tie when we got to the car; I have asked one of my men to run a check on those guys at the hotel. No one stays under my roof without me knowing who they are and the person who let them stay still needs to answer for that. I could have been killed because of their stupidity and I can’t have that from the people that work for me. Now my brothers have arrived, and it’s time I get my hand dirty and find this case myself. I am also admiring the person who stole it; I mean one, no one steals from me and he did that. Two no one ever hides from me for this long so that means he is crafty; three no one had ever made me feel the need to bring my Russian brothers here, but he did. Therefore, I feel like this person is more than what meets the eye, right now we are going back to basics, tracing my men’s steps from that night to see if we missed anything. As much as I want to kill him for what he did, I want to meet him more and get to