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In the next few days, he noticed Michel was getting more restless and had messed up at work several times. He couldn’t take it anymore and cornered him during their break. “What’s going on, Mich? This is not you,” he asked with a frown as he lit a tobacco. Michel looked away and just opened the sandwich he brought. “Allez, regarde-moi ! On n’est pas amis ? (Come on, look at me! Aren't we friends?)” Victo*** He spent days and nights thinking about the chairman’s offer. The pay would definitely be bigger and he could finally have his mother treated. But if danger came with it, he was better off staying away. He’d also noticed men watching him outside the factory, and even when he went home to his place. He ignored them. He was sure they were Lord Armand’s men. He got up from bed and peeked out the window. There was a car parked in front of his place, and three men watching him. He shook his head, closed the curtains again, and sat back on the bed. Lord Armand wasn’t going to stop until he said yes. He also wanted to know what really happened to Michel, so he was torn about accepting the offer. But he’d promised his mother he wouldn’t do anything reckless. While he was having dinner at a café, he noticed a group walk in. He thought they were Lord Armand’s men at first, but
*** “Vic, voici ta prime. C’est pour ton travail acharné. (Vic, here’s your bonus. This is for your hard work.)” His manager smiled as he handed over the bonus. Victor always stayed for overtime. Victor just smiled. The manager patted him on the shoulder and walked away. He looked at the money, gripped it tightly, and sighed in relief because he could send money to his mother again. After his shift, he headed straight to the crowded bar called ‘Le Bistrot du Port’. He walked inside and was immediately hit with thick clouds of tobacco smoke and the noise of people having fun. He glanced around and was surprised to see gambling going on inside. He went straight to the counter to order a drink. The bartender served him with a smile while Victor watched the people gambling. “Voilà votre Calvados ! (Here’s your Calv
*** In the next few days, he noticed Michel was getting more restless and had messed up at work several times. He couldn’t take it anymore and cornered him during their break. “What’s going on, Mich? This is not you,” he asked with a frown as he lit a tobacco. Michel looked away and just opened the sandwich he brought. “Allez, regarde-moi ! On n’est pas amis ? (Come on, look at me! Aren't we friends?)” Victor said in frustration. He wasn’t used to seeing his friend quiet and on edge like this. Michel froze and avoided his gaze even more. Victor clicked his tongue and shook his head. Michel still wasn’t answering. Their break ended and he got nothing out of him. That night, he couldn’t sleep. He kept thinking about his friend. It was obvious Michel was doing something strange behind his back. He got up, put on his slippers, grabbed his coat and hat, and put
“You?!!!” Chairman Ferrari spat, stumbling back when he realized who it was. Agustin just smirked. He lit a cigarette and leaned back. “Mr. Cortis was powerless. He sacrificed his life for his savior.” he said with a mock shake of his head, feigning disappointment. Chairman Ferrari said nothing. He just watched Agustin’s every move. Meanwhile, his men tried to leave to avoid getting dragged into this, but someone blocked them so they had no choice but to go back inside. “My father was brave to do business with one of your people. He promised us he’d come back home alive, but he never did. That’s why I made a fake name.” Agustin said, staring straight at Chairman Ferrari with a grin. “Eli Santiago.” He threw Eli Santiago’s invitation onto the table. The members of the Black Titan’s eyes widened. “The infamous Eli Santiago, the drug dealer of the black market.” Agustin propped his feet on the table. “Thanks for having me here, Mr. Chairman.” He flicked his cigarette ash
When the glass case opened, there was nothing inside. The guests immediately started whispering because the last item was missing. The host was stunned and turned to face them. But no one was paying attention to him anymore. The murmurs only got louder. Jacques shook his head. It really was empty. He still couldn’t figure out what was going through their chairman’s head. “Where’s the fucking ledger?” a businessman guest snapped. Panic rose in the host’s chest. He was going to get blamed for this. The final item had failed. “Hey, you! Where is it?!!!” The host stumbled back, trembling. He had no answer to give. Chairman Ferrari stood up. His face was blank as he looked toward the commotion. When he saw the ledger was gone from the glass case, he glanced at his officials. They all shook their heads. “Mr. Chairman, what the fuck is this? I thought you wanted t
The spotlight shifted to the masked man standing at the top of the stairs with a wide grin. Everyone stood up to applaud the owner of the auction. Members of Black Titan and the owners of pubs in the black market also started arriving. Agustin’s lips curled into a smirk and he clapped slowly. At another table, Jaguar’s eyes widened as he stared at Chairman Ferrari. His fists were shaking. “N-no... it c-can’t be... h-he was supposed to be dead...” He stepped back and gripped the table. Carter noticed his husband’s reaction. “Do you know him, Joaquin?” Carter asked blankly, not even looking at his husband. Jaguar didn’t answer. He just kept his head down, still in shock from what he saw. “J.” Jaguar blinked and looked up. “I-I’m fine...” he whispered, then took a deep breath. “Restroom,” he said and didn’t wait for Carter’s reply before heading straight to the bathroom. Once inside, he slammed his hands on
Adrian has been going back and forth to paradise for weeks, but his timing never seems to match up with Agustin’s, and he hasn’t been able to find Emmett either. Different bartenders have been serving him each time. He’s hooked up with other men a few times, but he still hasn’t crossed paths with A
“Ugh, this is so boring,” Adrian Knight (Aiden Knight’s illegitimate son) complained, slouching at their hideout table. He is 21 years old and gay.His brother grimaced and shook his head, uninterested in the bar they were at.“My ex-boyfriend dumped me! Damn! I want to kill him!”Rio raised an eye
CARRIE didn’t stop searching for her brother, so she went back to square one just to find Agustin.“What are you doing?”Carrie stopped and turned to face the person who interrupted her, her eyes widening as she recognized them.“Oh my gosh! Tara!” Carrie exclaimed, standing up to hug her sister. “
“HEY, MOM, it’s time for your medicine,” Carrie said, placing the tray on the side table. Scarlett took her medication and watched her youngest daughter. “You don’t have to do this, Carrie. I have nurses to do their job,” Scarlett said. Carrie just smiled and adjusted Scarlett’s blanket.“Has your







