The revenge of the mafia son-in-law.

Chapter 3. "Breaking Point: Curtis Unleashed"

The Imperial Casino hosted a grand spectacle that night. However, only those deemed important in the city could enter. A poor soul like Curtis could never attend such a lavish party.

"Were you really Charles Ballmer's son-in-law?" asked, surprised.

"I thought I was, but I eventually found out it was all a joke to them."

"You were the Ballmer family's bitch... That's quite a résumé," she joked.

"Very amusing," he said angrily, "at least I was connected to an important surname; you're just the worst dealer I've ever known in my life."

"And you're the worst Ballmer bitch I've ever met," she said, laughing.

"You don't even know the people from that family."

"Of course, I know those wretched folks very well, but that doesn't matter now."

"What are we doing here?" Curtis asked at the entrance of the imperial casino.

"We're going to get back at those bastards who beat us, I told you."

"But how the hell do you plan to do that?" I exclaimed, "those guys nearly killed us."

"That's the world of drug trafficking," she said, pulling the revolver from my pants.

"Give me that thing," she said, taking it back, "I'm here to prevent you from getting killed."

"You're a coward... That's why the Ballmers wiped the floor with you, because you have no balls. I'm sure everyone does whatever they want with you because you're a damn coward," she shouted.

She entered that place unarmed, with no means of defending herself. It was complete suicide, but it was clear that death meant nothing to her.

"Wait," Curtis shouted.

But she didn't stop. She was entirely sure of what she wanted to do.

"Damn it," Curtis complained, and ended up entering that casino, knowing he had no other choice.

The place was dark with music blaring.

The neon lights made it difficult to distinguish people. Clearly, it was the dance area, but there was one face that Curtis recognized immediately.

It was Kim Ballmer, no more and no less, the woman who had destroyed his life.

She looked directly at him and just smiled, mocking Curtis, as he had turned into a beggar with dirty, old, torn clothes.

Curtis was about to leave that place, but just then, he saw his crazy friend, the dealer.

She was near the VIP section, pointing with her face to the guys who had beaten them, but the guys hadn't noticed them yet.

Curtis shook his head. It was madness to confront those thugs.

He turned his head again to see Kim talking to two men accompanying her, all three laughing at Curtis while she pointed at him.

Kim began kissing those guys. One by one, they took turns kissing Charles Ballmer's daughter and touching her body in the midst of that casino.

Kim displayed signs of excitement as she stared at Curtis's face. She knew perfectly well how much he loved her, and this would be the perfect way to humiliate him in front of everyone. In addition to that, she also showed him her middle finger, and on her lips, it was clear when she said, 'Rot in hell, Curtis,' and everyone mocked him.

Curtis couldn't believe it. After making him wander the streets, becoming a beggar, and stripping him of his dignity, Kim Ballmer still managed to humiliate him in the worst way possible.

Rage shattered something inside Curtis.

He realized that the dealer was right; he had always been a coward, allowing everyone to walk all over him.

Something changed in Curtis, even his facial expression. In a matter of seconds, he went from being the shy, respectful guy to becoming someone else.

He pulled out the revolver and started walking in slow motion toward the VIP area, while the dealer watched him in astonishment.

"Hey!" one of the thugs managed to say.

Curtis began shooting without uttering a word.

The first one took a direct shot to the forehead, the second just a shot to the neck that threw him to the ground, and the third was shot multiple times in the chest until he stopped moving.

People present threw themselves to the ground, desperate for refuge.

The second thug, injured on the ground, pressed his hand against the neck wound. It was Derek, the bastard who had beaten him in that alley a couple of hours ago.

Curtis crouched down to look him directly in the eyes as the guy writhed in pain, trembling from the amount of blood he was losing.

"This is a message from Boss Curtis," Curtis said, pointing directly at Derek's forehead.

He shot, and blood sprayed from Derek's head, covering the place, especially Curtis's face, who didn't care at all.

"You're crazy, you son of a bitch," the dealer said, laughing.

She quickly approached and began checking the corpses.

"Let's get out of here, Curtis; the police will be here soon."

The dealer was thrilled; it was exactly what she wanted. She tossed Curtis the keys to the car she had just taken from the pockets of one of the deceased.

Curtis looked into the distance as Kim Ballmer cried under a table, seeking refuge from the bullets.

It was magical for him when she stared at him with horror in her eyes. Curtis had successfully wiped that mocking smile off her beautiful face.

"Come on, Curtis!" the dealer shouted, pulling on Curtis's bloodied shirt, but he never took his eyes off Kim.

The dealer and Curtis sped away from that place in Derek's car, as if they had just robbed a bank.

"Woo-hoo!" the dealer screamed, completely euphoric.

Curtis had remained expressionless, with a distant and silent gaze.

But momentarily, he began to laugh, watching the dealer go crazy. 

They were two poor souls who had just killed three of the city's most feared thugs.

Curtis looked at the still-warm revolver and started laughing like a madman, just like his

companion.

For the first time in many years, he no longer felt like the Ballmers' pawn, and he loved it.