I SLEPT WITH MY SISTER-IN-LAW.Elvis fell on the bed and his hands fell beside him. He became rigid in his spot like a tree.'What did I just do? What have I done?' He kept on repeating those questions in his head as he gasped to calm his breath, and with the number of times he repeated the words, he got no answer or rest within himself."Wow! That is not bad, you attacked me like a starved beast." Mia said to Elvis and processed the moment again in her head. Her laughter was not smooth, it had some galloping between since she was not fully calm from what happened between her and Elvis.Elvis said nothing to her.He got out of bed and began to pick up his clothes, which were scattered all over the floor. When he was done, he left for the bathroom for a shower to clean himself up.Elvis dropped his clothes and switched the shower on for himself, his mind drifting off to his doings.He raised his hands to the transparent wall of the shower and began to slap it. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JU

WHEN EVERYTHING LOOKS PERFECT.The party continues and Sammy wouldn't stop following Elvis around just to talk him out of his perfect plan. Sammy didn't want to kill anyone, he didn't want his friend to kill anyone either."Elvis.... Please." He pleaded with Elvis for the millionth time that day, but Elvis was adamant."No, Sammy. If you can't help me, then just watch. Don't try to stop me.""Elvis..." Sammy was talking, but he stopped himself because of the presence of a third party with them."Elvis," The man called and stood before Elvis with a gift package in his hand. "I can see you are doing well, and that you haven't been having troubles with your brain recently."Elvis smiled at Gregory, who was the man who had joined them. "You know that if I am, my able father-in-law must have yelled your ass running here to the mansion."Gregory laughed.Gregory stared at the present he was holding, then he stretched it to Elvis. "Here, it is just the way you want it."That sounded alarming

I WILL LIVE IN THE MANSION TO PROTECT MY FRIEND.Sammy was scared to his marrow after seeing Elvis fainting on him. He quickly got to the floor and carried Elvis in a bridal style like he weighed nothing than a piece of paper."S...hit!" He groaned.He began to head for Elvis's room when he found a maid.She stopped before him, "What happened to him?""No time for questioning, go out there and find the doctor."She nodded and left hurriedly. She held her dress in place so that she wouldn't stumble on it and fall when running.Sammy got Elvis to his room and laid him on his bed. He touched his forehead, and it was burning hot, and he felt his breathing by putting his fingers closer to Elvis's nostrils. Thankfully, he was breathing."Disobedience. This is the consequence of disobedience." Sammy said to the unconscious Elvis.He quickly removed Elvis's suit jacket, leaving him in his shirt, and he ran to the bathroom to get a bowl of water and a towel to mop himself, to at least lessen h

PLAN WIDER.The driver was driving Sammy and Bernard Klein to the hotel that had been booked for them to spend the night.Sammy was on the phone with his mother. "Yes, mum. I am not going there alone. I am with Mr Klein.""Are you sure? I don't want you to be in trouble." Mrs Adams said worriedly to her son."I'm sure, mum. We can switch to video call if you want a confirmation.""That won't be necessary." Bernard said and took the phone from Sammy, "Your son is with me, and you have to teach him to stop biting people with his words if he cannot fight.""Mr Klein, Sammy is a gentle boy.""I can see that."Bernard returned the phone to Sammy."Are you calm now, mum?""Yes, let me leave you to it. We will see each other tomorrow.""Yeah, mum. Goodnight.""Goodnight, son."Sammy dropped the call and smiled nervously at Bernard. He knew that he was in for the question-and-answer section."So, you're gentle, uh?" Bernard began. He sounded like a gang leader who was scolding his members."I

THAT BOY IS NOT YOUR SON.Bernard stood up on his feet and began to pace around. "What should we do then? Should I trick them to Venice where I have all my powers, and use my power on them there?" He asked Jones."That cannot do, the highest punishment would be their deportment. Our government might deport them back here to be punished by their government, and I think you know what that means."Bernard nodded and began to pace again."Can't we take judgment into our hands? Let's send some gang to the house like Mr Klein had suggested before." Sammy proposed too."That won't do. If anyone finds out that their New York sweetheart was killed by Mr Klein, more enemies will rise against us, and that will be worse. It will drop our market."They went silent again.Matthew suddenly spoke up, "I think the best thing to do is to go with the young master's plan."Everyone turned to him. "Why do you think so?""If it goes according to the young master's plan, then we won't stress much, all we ha