Craig stood in front of his coach, Mickel, ready to start his kickboxing training. But before he could even start, Mickel asked, "What's on your mind, Craig?""I just wanted to make sure we don't have to do any workouts outside today," Craig replied hesitantly.Mickel raised an eyebrow, confused. "Why not? You usually like running outside." he asked,"I had a run in with the mafia on my last jog," Craig explained. "I don't want to risk anything happening again." Craig said, Mickel's expression softened, understanding the gravity of the situation, "Alright, we can stick to indoor drills today. But I hope you're not planning on avoiding outdoor workouts forever." Mickel asked,Craig shook his head, "No, of course not, But for now, I want to focus on my training without any distractions." Craig said, As Craig warmed up, he couldn't help but think about his twin brother, Collins, who was the kingpin of the mafia he had encountered. Craig had been so focused on his own redemption an
Craig stepped out of the taxi and made his way up the path to Mary's house. He hadn't seen her in months, and he was excited to catch up and spend some quality time together. As he approached the front door, he could already smell the delicious aroma of assorted food wafting through the air.Mary opened the door with a big smile on her face. "Craig! It's so good to see you!" she exclaimed, pulling him into a warm hug."You too, Mary," Craig replied, returning the hug. "I've missed you."They walked into the house, and Craig couldn't help but be amazed by the feast that was laid out before him. There were platters of sushi, plates of spicy buffalo wings, and bowls of creamy pasta. It was like a food lover's paradise."Wow, Mary, you've really outdone yourself," Craig said, his eyes wide with delight.Mary grinned proudly. "I wanted to make sure you felt properly welcomed," she said. "Now, come and dig in!"Craig wasted no time in grabbing a plate and filling it with a little bit o
Craig couldn't believe it. He had seen Collins from a distance, but before he could catch up to him, he disappeared. "Damn, I missed him," Craig muttered to himself as he waited for the taxi to arrive. Mary looked at him curiously. "Who are you talking about?" she asked. "My twin brother, Collins. I saw him from a distance, but I couldn't catch up to him." Craig said, Mary nodded understandingly. "That's too bad. I know you've been wanting to reconnect with him for a long time now." Mary said, Craig sighed heavily. "Yeah, I know. But I guess it wasn't meant to be tonight." Craig said, They arrived at the party and found themselves having a lot of fun. Craig enjoyed dancing and letting loose, with Mary by his side. He was glad that they had gotten together like this. They had a unique relationship, one that was purely physical. No strings attached. Just sex. But he still enjoyed spending time with her, even if it was just outside of their bedroom.As they made their way home, C
Craig was filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation as he made his way to Mary's apartment. Ever since Angela had left for the village, he had missed out on all of the wild bedroom adventures that he and Mary used to have. He couldn't wait to catch up with her and indulge in their friends with benefits arrangement once again. As Craig approached the apartment building, his heart started to skip. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Within moments, Mary swung the door open, a mischievous grin on her face."Well, well, look who decided to show up," Mary teased, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm.Craig smiled nervously, running a hand through his hair. "I couldn't stay away any longer. Angela being gone just made me realize how much I miss our little adventures." he said, Mary leaned against the doorway, her eyes scanning Craig's features. "You're lucky I missed you too, Craig. Come on in."Craig stepped into the familiar apartment, the memories of their p
Craig kicked open the door of the abandoned warehouse, his heart pounding in his chest. This was the fifth warehouse they had searched in the past five days, and they were still no closer to finding his missing twin brother, Collins.Anthony followed closely behind, his eyes scanning the dimly lit room. "No sign of him here either," he muttered, frustration evident in his voice.Craig's fists clenched at his sides. "This can't be happening. We've searched everywhere. There has to be some clue, some lead."Anthony sighed and ran a hand through his short-cropped hair. "I know, Craig. I know how much you want to find him, but maybe... maybe he's just not here. Maybe he's not even alive."Craig's jaw tightened. He refused to accept that possibility. "You don't know that, Anthony. We can't give up. Collins is out there somewhere, and I won't stop until I find him."Anthony studied Craig's determined expression for a moment before nodding. "Alright then, let's keep going. Just remember
Finally, he had some time to breathe and gather his thoughts, as he sat down In his apartment, Craig picked up his phone and dialed his fiance Angela's number. She had been worried sick about him, and he knew he owed her an explanation for his sudden disappearance."Hello?" Angela's voice sounded relieved yet concerned."Hey, Angela. It's me, Craig," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady."Craig! Oh my god, where have you been? I've been so worried!" Angela exclaimed, her worry turning into a mix of emotions."I'm sorry, Angela. I had an encounter with a mafia lord, and he sent his men to kidnap me," Craig explained, his voice filled with seriousness."What?! Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Angela's voice trembled with fear and anger."I managed to escape, but I've been laying low ever since. I didn't want to call anyone because I fear the mafia might be tracking my phone. I didn't want to implicate or put anyone else into this dangerous situation," Craig said, his words
A week had passed since Craig had left the kickboxing camp, but he was eager to return. He missed the intense training sessions, the camaraderie with his colleagues, and most importantly, his coach's guidance. As he walked through the doors of the camp, his coach was watching him from afar and later called him and greeted him with a warm smile."Welcome back, Craig!" Coach Mickel exclaimed, extending a hand for a firm handshake. "We've missed you around here. Ready to get back to work?" he Inquired, Craig grinned and nodded. "Absolutely, Coach. I've been counting down the days."The camp was buzzing with energy as fighters sparred in the ring and practiced their techniques. Craig took a moment to soak it all in before joining his colleagues in a rigorous warm up routine. As they went through a series of stretches and exercises, the coach approached them with a serious expression."Listen up, everyone," Coach Mickel announced, his voice commanding their attention. "I have some news
Collins sat in his hideout, listening to the sounds of the city outside. He knew that his enemy, Alfonso, had arrived and was likely looking for him. Collins couldn't risk being caught, so he immediately organized a vacation for himself. "Fredo," Collins said, turning to his right-hand man. "I need you to take care of everything while I'm gone."Fredo nodded, a serious expression on his face, "of course, boss. What do you need me to do?" Fredo asked,"I'm leaving for the Canary Islands in France. While I'm gone, I need you to take care of all of our businesses. That means managing both of our cartels, all of our brothels, and making sure everything runs smoothly in all of our warehouses." Collins said,Fredo nodded again. "I can handle that. But why are you leaving? What's the plan?" Fredo asked, "The plan is to lay low and let things cool down between me and Alfonso. He's too dangerous to cross paths with right now. I need you to stay here and keep a close eye on everything. M