The Beast's men meticulously searched the safe house, their anticipation growing with each step. They believed they had finally caught up with their targets, but as they combed through the empty rooms and examined the evidence left behind, their hope began to fade.The realization slowly dawned upon them that the safe house was devoid of any occupants. It was as if their quarry had vanished into thin air. Frustration and confusion washed over the Beast's men as they exchanged puzzled glances.Then, they discovered El Patrio's lifeless body, slumped in a chair. The sight sent shockwaves through their ranks. It was clear that something significant had transpired in their absence.One of the Beast's men quickly contacted their leader, relaying the unsettling news. The Beast's voice crackled over the line, his anger palpable even through the phone."What do you mean, they're gone?" the Beast roared. "How could they have slipped away like this?"The Beast's men, still reeling from the unex

The gravity of the situation settled over the team like a heavy shroud. They realized that their location, their plans, and their every move might have been exposed to the Beast. The anger that had initially been directed at Rick shifted to a collective frustration at the dire predicament they found themselves in."We can't get out of here now, and even if we do, we can't be fast. We have to find another solution." They all stare at her Confused. "What do you mean? Carol? Do we wait here till they meet up with us? Both the police and the Beast means war." Sergio lamented. Carol grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper, her hand steady as she began to write a message. She was deliberate in her actions, ensuring that the message she wrote would mislead the Beast. She then folded the paper, concealing the real message, and held it up for the team to see."I'll say something different from what's written here," Carol explained. "We'll make the Beast believe that we're falling into his trap, b

Mia returned to their once-happy home, her heart heavy with grief. Every corner of the house seemed to echo with memories of Rick. The living room, where they had shared laughter and dreams of a future together, now felt painfully empty.As she entered the kitchen, the sight of the half-prepared breakfast from the morning Rick was kidnapped struck her like a blow. The food lay untouched, now stale and forgotten, its aroma everywhere.Tears streamed down Mia's face as she sank to the floor, overwhelmed by the enormity of her loss. The house, once filled with warmth and love, now felt cold and desolate. Images of Rick's smiling face, his laughter, and the way he had held her during their most intimate moments flashed through her mind. She felt the emptiness of his absence like a physical ache, a void that could never be filled.The passage of time seemed to blur as Mia grieved for the man she had loved, her husband. The world outside continued to move forward, but she was trapped in a

Mia decided to sort through Rick's belongings. It was a challenging task, as each item held memories of their time together, both good and bad. She carefully packed his clothes, personal items, and mementos into boxes.One day, with everything neatly packed, Mia made her way to Rick's baby mama's house. She wanted to make sure that his son would have everything he needed. Mia felt a sense of responsibility, knowing that she was now carrying a child as well, and she wanted to ensure that the children had what they deserved.Rick's baby mama was surprised to see Mia at her door, holding boxes filled with Rick's belongings. She watched as Mia explained her intentions, that she wanted to provide for Rick's son. The two women shared a bittersweet moment, acknowledging the complexities of their relationships with Rick.Mia moved out of their matrimonial home, leaving it empty, a place that now held too many painful memories. She couldn't bear to stay there any longer, and she knew she neede

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the moment arrived. The cries of their newborn baby filled the room, and Mia and Claus exchanged tearful glances, overwhelmed with joy.The nurse carefully placed their baby in Mia's arms, and Claus marveled at the sight of their child, a tiny, precious bundle of life. It was a moment they had been eagerly awaiting, and it felt like a dream come true.As Mia cradled their newborn son in her arms, a warm, radiant smile graced her face. She turned to Claus, her eyes filled with affection and exhaustion, and said softly, "Claus, it's time to give our baby a name."Claus chuckled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Ah, Mia, you've been so patient, haven't you? Well, I've got the perfect name in mind."Mia's curiosity piqued, and she raised an eyebrow. "Really? Do tell."Claus feigned a contemplative expression, stroking his chin theatrically. "I was thinking we could name him... Waffles."Mia's eyes widened in disbelief, and she couldn't help but