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Broken Promises, Empty Pockets

2025-10-10 23:37:00

Antonio’s apartment smelled of cheap whiskey, an unmistakable scent that matched the man lounging shirtless on his couch. A cigarette burned low between his fingers, the ash threatening to fall on the expensive rug he no longer had the means to replace.

Lisa stood by the doorway, her arms folded tight against her chest, her jaw set in stone. Her hair was pulled back, her eyes sharp and unyielding. She had been here for less than a minute, but her anger was already simmering to the surface.

“Two months, Antonio,” she said, her voice low but trembling with controlled fury. “Two months, and not a single dime for Emerald’s upkeep. Do you even know how much I’ve had to scrape just to keep things going?”

Antonio didn’t look up immediately. He flicked the ash from his cigarette into a glass tray, exhaled slowly, then finally tilted his head to look at her. “You came all the way here to nag?” he asked with a lazy smirk. “You could’ve just sent a text.”

Lisa’s nostrils flared. “I did send tex

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Run Run Run
The call came in while Teacher was at his usual corner, a dimly lit warehouse office that smelled faintly of gun oil and cigar smoke. “Boss,” a shaky voice came through the receiver. “We haven’t been able to reach Eli since morning. He was supposed to report back after tailing Deluca.”Teacher froze. His fingers stopped mid-rosary. “Eli?” he asked quietly, his tone flat which was always a dangerous sign. “The same Eli I sent personally?”“Yes, Boss.”A silence followed. Then the sound of wood splintering as Teacher’s hand slammed against the table. “Do I look like someone who sends men that don’t come back?”The other end went silent. Nobody dared to answer him when his voice dropped to that low, terrifying octave.Teacher pushed back his chair and stood. “Find me everything. His last location, who he was seen with, every bloody CCTV within ten blocks. If that boy doesn’t show up in one hour, I’ll have you all digging your own graves. Move!”The line cut.He began pacing the room, hi
Ambush in Broad Daylight
The hum of the city was faint in the distance, drowned by the sharp hiss of tires against asphalt as Antonio stepped out of the café, a to-go cup of espresso in his hand. The late afternoon air carried a soft chill, brushing against the collar of his dark jacket. He walked calmly toward his car, keys jingling lightly in his hand, his mind already running through the details of his next move with Xavier.But just as he reached for the door handle, a cold, unmistakable pressure pressed into his side. A gun.A voice, low and deliberate, whispered close to his ear, “Don’t make a scene. Just walk quietly to the other side of the street.”Antonio froze for a second. His pulse didn’t race; it merely slowed. He’d been in enough ambushes to know fear only clouded judgment.He raised his hands slightly and turned slowly, his movements calm, unthreatening. “Alright, alright,” he murmured. “You don’t have to do this. Let’s talk.”But the stranger’s hand didn’t waver. The barrel of the gun pressed
A London Surprise
Emerald sat cross-legged on the couch, eyes glued to her tablet, half-listening to Lisa and Amber chatting about brunch.Then a sudden knock echoed through the hallway.Amber smiled knowingly. “He’s here,” she murmured under her breath as she rose to open the door.Lisa frowned. “Who’s here?”Amber only smirked. “You’ll see.”The door opened, and there stood Xavier, travel-worn yet effortlessly striking in his navy coat and calm composure. The second Lisa saw him, her teacup nearly slipped from her hand.“Xavier?” she gasped. “What...how...?”He grinned. “Surprise.”Emerald’s tablet flew onto the couch as she jumped up and ran straight into his arms. “Uncle Xavier!” she squealed. “You didn’t even tell us you were coming! You’re bad at surprises but this one’s so good!”Xavier laughed and spun her around lightly before setting her down. “You’ve grown a foot taller in just a few weeks, haven’t you?”Emerald giggled. “Maybe it’s the London air. Or the food. Or Amber’s fancy milk.”Amber
No More Targets
Celeste sat propped on the bed, wrists still bound, a bruise blooming at her temple. Antonio lounged in an armchair, one leg thrown over the other, watching her like a man studying a wound.“You’ve gotten fat” Antonio said, casually. “You’ve been eating well. Look at you, all puffed up like a queen.”Celeste’s lip curled. “You weren’t the one buying the food, were you? Don’t flatter yourself. Xavier’s men brought provisions. If anyone’s keeping me fat, it’s him, not you.”Antonio’s smirk widened. “Ah, so now it’s Xavier’s fault. Poor boy. He funds the hospitality and still thinks he can buy mercy with canned peaches.”“You forget how long I’ve known how to survive,” Celeste said. “Food doesn’t make me soft. Your delusions do.”Antonio leaned forward. “Delusions? My delusions are what kept me alive. My delusions put me at the table when a lot of people starved. You should be grateful I haven’t had you killed already.”Celeste’s eyes flashed. “Killing me would be too easy. Teacher would
The Third Betrayal
The city lights of New York bled through the wide glass windows, reflecting off Teacher’s face as he stood still with his hands clasped behind him, jaw tight, the veins in his neck visible beneath his skin. Behind him, two of his men shifted uneasily, their heads lowered like schoolboys caught in the act.“Say that again,” Teacher’s voice was calm, too calm for a man filled with rage.The first man, a bulky fellow with a scar running across his chin, swallowed hard. “Sir… we searched everywhere, every location you listed. The penthouse, the hotel suite, even the safehouse in Brooklyn. No one’s seen Amber, Lisa, or the little girl. It’s like they vanished.”Teacher didn’t move. He kept his back to them, staring at the city. His reflection in the glass was rigid, unreadable. “And the airports?” he asked finally. “Private terminals. Docks. Charter services. You checked them all?”The second man, slimmer and younger, nodded nervously. “Yes, sir. We checked. Nothing. No flight manifests, n
The Gift of Connection
The sun was setting over Amber’s vast London estate when the black car pulled through the iron gates. The evening breeze carried a calm scent of lavender and freshly cut grass. Lisa leaned her head against the seat, exhausted but smiling faintly. The hospital visit had been longer than expected.Amber sighed softly beside her, removing her sunglasses and tucking them into her purse. “I can’t believe Matteo almost passed out when the doctor said it’s a boy,” she said, chuckling.Lisa smiled. “You can tell he’s going to be one of those overprotective fathers. The poor man couldn’t sit still for a second.”Amber laughed, shaking her head. “He’s been waiting for this for years. That baby is going to be spoiled rotten before he’s even out of the cradle.”They both laughed again, the sound soft and tired. The driver stopped in front of the grand steps leading into the estate. Two guards quickly opened the doors for them. Lisa stretched as she stepped out, her feet aching in her heels.Amber

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