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
Jackson walked nervously in the his room, his mind skipping with thoughts of his recent defeat. His once strong empire had crumbled before his eyes, and now he found himself in unfamiliar territory, Alfonso's headquarters. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he waited anxiously for Alfonso to arrive.Just as he was beginning to lose hope, the heavy door swung open, revealing Alfonso, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the room. Alfonso's piercing eyes locked onto Jackson, a mix of curiosity and suspicion evident in his gaze."So, Jackson," Alfonso drawled, his voice dripping with authority. "What brings you to my humble abode?"Jackson swallowed hard, gathering his courage. "Alfonso, I come bearing vital information, I saw Collins, He defeated me, but he's out there, planning his next move."Alfonso leaned against the wall, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Interesting," he mused. "And how do I know you're not lying to save your own skin?" Alfonso asked, Jackson'
Alfonso sat in silence as he listened to Collins' words. He knew it was his own fault that he found himself in this situation. He had overstepped his boundaries and now he was paying the price."I understand your anger, Collins. But your brother, Craig is dead." Alfonso said, "Dead? You expect me to believe that? I want to see his corpse." Collins said, "I buried him two days ago," Alfonso saidCollins fell silent for a moment, weighing his options. He had never wanted to go to war with Alfonso. They had a mutual respect for each other, and Collins knew that a war would only end in bloodshed."Alfonso.younhave chewed more than you can swallow, I promise you today, expect more the one that happened recently, worst Is coming to befall you, because I still need to avenge my brother's death. You understand that, don't you?" Collins said, "I do. And I am not asking you to forgive me. But please, Collins. Let's find a way to end this peacefully."Collins laughed bitterly. "You know th