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He didn't expect the footage to leak all around Greentown State, where it created a tremendous blunder that hurt his father's feelings right away. Because of the tape's persistent sweep, he was concerned that his hunk idol, Gregory Wayle, may be thinking about the scene. "You're just a headache, my dear fag. You already know that Papa is horrendous and then you still feast with strippers like that?! Maybe you'd better leave this house, Caruss since you are just a disgusting jerk!" Fredo said, persuading Caruss to leave. "Don't, Caruss, don't! Don't listen to him. Don't leave us with Mama. Please," Flynn begged as he tightened his arms to his big brother while getting a peek at Lord Pearson.

Somehow, she feels like the dropping sound just keeps her sane. Inside the well lit living room, Joe is seated on his couch brooding terribly and waiting for Katherine to finally come out. For everyone's sake, he doesn't plan on going back in there until she does. He is putting on a large blue T-shirt and black pajama trousers. His two elbows are resting on his laps and his folded hands to his mouth, as he ponders his next course of action. Eventually, he hears the dropping sound of the shower finally stop. Scarcely does he take his next breath than a weak sober voice calls to him, "Joe.."

“Joe, don’t keep secrets from me.” Joe took a deep breath. “I just want to make sure you’re strong enough to hear it, sir. Because whatever I’m going to show you later… will change everything.” Leon fell silent, staring at Joe with suspicion mixed with curiosity. “Alright,” he said finally. “I’ll wait.” Joe bowed respectfully. “Thank you, sir.” As he stepped out of the room, Joe took out his phone again. He opened the recording and stared at the screen for a few seconds before locking the phone and placing it securely inside the small safe he always carried.

Somewhat stunned by her own actions, D watched him come in. Then, her hand gripping the door handle tightly, she shut the door and remained with her back to the room – and to him for that matter – for a moment. God, what was she doing? She briefly closed her eyes, and exhaled. Then she slowly turned around. Following an instinct, Joe headed straight for the stereo. He stopped the music and picked up the CD cover. He squinted. By the way the plastic case looked, it must have been through some very rough times. But then again, he was surprised that it still existed and hadn’t been ceremonially destroyed long ago.

There has to be a purpose to it; a greater purpose that will only be beneficiary to the man in black. “I’m here to see how you are doing Joe.” Zen walks towards him and slowly sits down beside him on the bed. “No, no, no way, you are here for something else, I can see through your bullshit.” Joe scoffs. “A man who doesn’t like to waste time, we are so much alike my friend. Fine I will go straight to the point; it’s about your dear brother.” He spares him a look before looking straight at the grey wall of the tiny cell. “What about him?” Joe’s interest is peaked. “You need to kill him.” Zen looks at him. Joe stares at his eyes and realises he is serious. “Oh wow, you are serious.” He chuckles

Before I could respond, a voice echoed from the back room. “I was wondering when you’d show up.” Joe Blackwood stepped into view, slow and smug, hands visible, smile carved from poison. “Ethan Pierce,” he said. “The dog who is going out of control.” I raised my gun. “You dont know half of who I am.” He laughed. “Oh, I do. Don't flatter yourself.” Movement behind him caught my eyes and I fired immediately before they could. They fired back taking our attention away from Joe for a while. Noah shouted my name as Joe vanished through a side door as bullets tore into the walls.

He turned his gaze to Josephine. “It might be all part of the process”Josephine uttered,her eyes locked on the road. Black stared at her,his eyes were dark and emotionless. “She would be fine” Josephine reassured Blcak,she patted his hands and placed them on her laps, as she drove she robbed his hands to comfort him. “How long do you think she would be out??” Black asked with a misty voice,when he heard his voice he immediately cleared it and spoke with authority like he always did.

'' I know your mission here has been accomplished... And mom...before you leave I just wanted you to know that I hate you, with every fibre in me'' Andrew spat dangerously. Jane just turned around. '' I know'' She scoffed feeling indifferent. As soon as her fingers grazed the metallic knob to leave, the door burst open sending Jane toppling backwards. She was saved by the strong arms of Derrick, her husband. Luckily. ''I'm back, love bir-'' Mom boomed holding two paper cups in a tray. As soon as her eyes fell on Andrew's parents her eyes went wide, the paper cups slipped from her shaky hands sending steaming hot, brown liquid spilling all over the white tiled floor.

Blackwood, understanding the gravity of the situation, follows closely behind, ready to support Jay in whatever lies ahead. Meanwhile, Terry's parents remain outside the hospital room, their worry etched deep within their expressions. They find solace in each other's presence, their prayers intertwining with their shared hope for Terry's recovery. Jay steps out of the hospital, a sense of determination guiding his every move. He turns to Blackwood, his voice resolute. "Let's go, Blackwood." Their departure signifies the beginning of a quest for justice and answers, as Jay seeks to uncover the truth behind the mechanical failure that led to his brother's accident.

Either way, it was a topic that no one ever brought up because of his sensitivity about it. “Hey, Joe,” Billy greeted back, offering his old friend a quick hug before joining him in the booth. “You have no idea how happy I am to see your haggard face.” “It’s been far too long, old friend. This here is Willis,” Joe said, introducing the broad-shouldered black man in the booth. He looked to be about as old as Joe and was sporting a big, gray afro with a matching beard. “He’s one of the good ones.”