Jack watched the restaurant clock as midnight struck, marking his 18th birthday."Happy birthday to me," he muttered, sitting alone at the counter."I need you to deliver some pizzas," said Vito, emerging from the kitchen."Technically, my shift is over," Jack pointed out, glancing at the clock on the wall.Vito frowned and let out a faint chuckle in the form of a sigh."Of course, you're going."Vito was about to head back into the kitchen when Jack stopped him with a question."Where am I delivering them?""The same address as earlier," Vito replied.Jack immediately raised his eyebrows. He knew perfectly well it was yet another prank from Theo, meant to humiliate him further.When he arrived at the Walton mansion's door, he took a deep breath, summoning all the patience he had, and rang the doorbell.This time, Theo took a little longer to answer, but he finally opened the door, greeting Jack with a wide, mocking grin."Pizza’s here, courtesy of Don Vito," Jack said flatly, his ton

Jack was still in a state of disbelief and amazement. He didn't know if he was going crazy, or if it was all a very well-structured joke by his enemies, the Waltons. But the money was there in his bank account, and he could use it whenever he wanted.He returned home after getting out of jail, and couldn't stop looking at the screen of his phone. He already had enough money to pay off the debt for the ring, and also enough to quit that poorly-paid job Don Vito had offered him.He slowly opened the door without noticing the big surprise that was waiting for him right in the living room of his house."Surprise!" his parents shouted in unison.Jack almost fell to the floor from the shock. His heart raced, and his breathing became rapid in a matter of seconds.His mother was holding a birthday cake with a rather eye-catching candle, while his father clapped excitedly."How could I have forgotten this?" Jack slapped his forehead with his palm.He couldn't believe he had forgotten his own b

"Let me go!" Jack shouted as he struggled against those men.However, they were much stronger and managed to lift Jack as if he were a paper doll."Get that lunatic out of here!" the secretary said, laughing at the spectacle unfolding at the bank's entrance.The bank manager heard the commotion from his office and decided to step out to see what was going on."What the hell is happening here?" asked the bank manager.The secretary immediately wiped the smile off her face and returned to being the submissive employee at the manager's service."Mr. Dexter..." the secretary said nervously."What is this commotion? Where are you taking that man?" Dexter Fornt, the bank manager, asked.The security guards stopped and exchanged glances before setting Jack down."We’re throwing out this poor devil who was trying to enter your office, sir.""Does he have a briefcase?""My name is Jack, and I’ve come to pay my debt to the bank," Jack quickly said, taking advantage of the moment he was allowed

Jack's car was now nothing more than a pile of scrap. The crash had rendered it completely obsolete. All the members gathered around, curious to see the accident.Max stumbled out of his car, holding his head. He was dizzy and had a hard time standing up."Are you okay?" Hillary asked, very concerned.She held Max with her arms and helped him sit down.As for Jack, he quickly approached to see how his car had fared. He didn’t really care about the vehicle. He could buy another one if he wanted.What bothered him was the malicious intent behind the act. It was clear they had done it on purpose."Are you worried about your car?" Hillary snapped at her boyfriend."Look what they've done to my Lamborghini!" Jack shouted, extending his arms."You’re unbelievable. Max needs our help, and you’re only worried about a car."Jack was very angry. He clenched his fists in rage. The Walton brothers had spent their entire lives humiliating people, and Jack was their favorite victim."He doesn’t nee

Jack was returning to Mr. Don Vito’s restaurant after a long day delivering pizzas all around the city. He was completely exhausted and just wanted to go home.He checked the time on his phone and noticed that his shift had already ended. Finally, some good news on this crappy day for Jack."Finally, you’re here," Don Vito complained. "Where the hell have you been?" he asked."I’ve been delivering the pizzas you ordered. I delivered over a hundred pizzas all over the city today. I’m drained, and I just want to go home," Jack demanded, completely overwhelmed by the day he had had."Don’t talk nonsense!" Don Vito suddenly shouted."Excuse me?""You can’t go home. I need you here to work overtime. There are still plenty of pizza orders to deliver," Don Vito demanded selfishly and carelessly."But Don Vito..." Jack complained, but was quickly interrupted by his boss again."I don’t want excuses, you little useless brat," Don Vito said angrily. "This country is full of ungrateful parasites