LOVE BROUGHT US BACK

His Deadly Fate Handed Me The Bait

(2023..)

As Salvatore walked out of the building, a sinister grin twisted his lips. He made his way to the car belonging to the Double Axe mob, his footsteps echoing in the deserted street. With practiced ease, he sabotaged the vehicle, tampering with the brakes and puncturing the tires. He had hopes that Richard would meet his end in a fatal accident; he wasn't sure if the Double Axe mob would kill him, but he wanted this job done properly. Richard was gone forever

Meanwhile, inside the building, tension hung thick in the air as John faced off against Richard. "This can be done the easy way, you know," John offered, his voice laced with menace. "My boss wants you alive, so we won't kill you, at least not yet. You can get into the car yourself with nothing bad happening, or you can decide to use that bloody gun of yours. We use ours, you get injured, and you still get into the car either way."

"You have no right to tell me what to do," Richard retorted, even as he sent a silent message to his men.

"What are you doing? Sending help? You really think that before your men reach here, we won't be done with you?" John laughed.

"Well, not if they are close by," Richard replied, his eyes narrowing in determination.

"That's why we need to get this over with, guys. Do what you do best," John commanded, his men closing in on Richard. In a split second, Richard shot Cesaro in the thigh, causing chaos as the Double Axe mob's attention shifted to their wounded comrade.

Seizing the opportunity, Richard dashed into the building, his pursuers hot on his heels. Bullets flew through the air as Richard weaved through the maze-like corridors, his heart pounding with adrenaline. But a stray bullet found its mark, piercing Richard's leg and slowing him down.

Thomas and Federico closed in on him, their expressions grim. "We've got him," they declared, their voices cold and calculating.

"Good, take him to the car. Our work here is done," John ordered "Bill and Tom, support Cesaro in the car. Let's go!" John commanded, urgency coloring his voice.

As they piled into the car, the Scorpiono Mafians were already in hot pursuit, their vehicles roaring behind them. Bill took the wheel, his hands trembling with adrenaline-fueled fear. But as they sped through the winding streets, Bill sensed something was amiss.

"The tires seem to be going down, and the brakes seem to be malfunctioning," Bill complained to John, his voice strained with panic.

"Just keep driving; we'll deal with that later. They're right behind us," John replied, his voice revealing his panicked state.

As if on cue, the Scorpiono Mafians opened fire, bullets ripping through the air and puncturing their tires. Bill pushed the accelerator to the floor, his heart racing as he fought to maintain control of the swerving vehicle.

Just as they approached a sharp turn, a truck loomed in their path. Bill jerked the wheel to avoid a collision, but the car careened dangerously close to the edge of the road.

"Stop the car!" they all yelled in unison, but it was too late. With a sickening lurch, the vehicle plunged off the cliffside, hurtling towards the abyss below.

"I'm trying... F*ck these stupid brakes!" Bill cursed, his voice drowned out by the sound of screeching metal and shattering glass.

In the blink of an eye, they were gone, the car disappearing into the darkness below, leaving behind only the echoes of their screams and the grim reality of their fate. Dead.

The Scorpiono Mafians screeched to a halt, horror etched on their faces as they realized the magnitude of their loss.

"Noooo," Alex cried out, his voice choking with grief, as the realization sank in that he would never see his boss again.

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The following morning, Williams returned home, his heart brimming with pride and excitement over his groundbreaking achievement in discovering the cure for end-stage cancer. But his joy was short-lived, as he was greeted with the devastating news of his father's tragic demise. Shock and disbelief washed over him like a tidal wave, leaving him shattered and numb.

As he stood in the solemn silence of his father's room, Williams felt the weight of his newfound orphanhood bear down on him with crushing force. Death, it seemed, was not content with claiming just his mother; it had now taken his father as well, leaving him utterly alone in the world.

Unable to comprehend the cruel twist of fate that had befallen him, Williams found himself drawn to his father's belongings, seeking solace in the remnants of his presence. It was there, amidst the familiar surroundings, that he discovered a small bag tucked away on the table in the closet.

With trembling hands, he reached for the bag and carefully opened it, revealing a disc and a note addressed to him from his father, Richard, accompanied by a will bestowing all of his father's wealth upon him. Emotions overwhelmed him as he read the heartfelt words, "You have always been smart, just like your mother. A copy of this will is already with my lawyer. Make good use of this wealth. Stay strong, son. I love you.".

Tears welled up in Williams' eyes as he clenched his fist. Questions kept swirling in William's mind: why did my father leave this? Did he know he was going to die? What secrets did this disc hold? Who really are these people responsible for my father's death?