The ultimate millionaire system

Chapter 2

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 tone serious.

"Delivery guys these days don’t even smile while they work," Theo teased.

Jack frowned, gripping the pizza box tighter, causing the cardboard to crumple slightly.

"Why don’t we skip this part and jump straight to the part where you humiliate me?" Jack suggested.

Theo placed a hand on his chest, feigning mock offense with a sly grin on his face.

"I’m shocked you’d think that of me. We've always been such good friends."

Jack was rapidly losing the little patience he had left, his grip on the boxes tightening further. He could even feel the heat from the cheese radiating through the cardboard.

"Just take the pizzas, and don’t worry about a tip. I just want to leave," Jack said, closing his eyes and letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Oh, but… the pizzas aren’t for me," Theo replied.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," Jack responded, assuming it was the usual prank of ordering pizzas without a recipient.

"The pizzas are for my brother, Ricco."

Jack felt his heart skip a beat at the mention of his biggest rival for Hillary’s affection. Ricco Walton had always tried to steal his girlfriend’s heart, and now Jack had to hand him a pizza personally. It was undoubtedly a deeply humiliating situation.

"Alright... Let’s get this over with. Where’s Ricco?"

"Down the hall, in his room… of course," Theo said, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

"Perfect..." Jack exclaimed sarcastically as he stepped into the mansion.

The Lombardini couple quickly turned their gaze away, avoiding eye contact with Jack. For them, it was humiliating enough that everyone knew their son-in-law was nothing more than a simple pizza delivery boy.

Jack took a deep breath and readied himself to move forward.

"Down at the end of that hallway," Theo gestured with his hand.

Jack walked slowly through the dark corridor, Theo trailing behind him with a group of young millionaires who laughed mockingly at Jack's back.

Halfway down the hall, sounds of heavy breathing and moans of pleasure began to echo.

"Ahhh... I love it! ... Don't stop!"

For a moment, Jack thought the smartest thing to do was to pretend he hadn’t heard anything and leave the mansion. But curiosity got the better of him, driving him to keep moving forward, all while the group behind him snickered.

The closer Jack got to Ricco's room, the more clearly he recognized the voice of the girl moaning in pleasure.

They hadn’t even bothered to close the door. A slight push was all it took to reveal his girlfriend bouncing on Ricco Walton's naked body.

"Hillary?" Jack whispered, the pizza falling from his hands onto the carpeted floor.

An unbearable pain surged through his chest, his eyes filled with tears that blurred his vision, and a lump in his throat threatened to suffocate him.

"For God's sake, Jack!" Ricco yelled, quickly getting up and tossing Hillary to the side of the bed. "You just ruined my Persian rug, you damn idiot!"

Jack clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, breaking the skin as rage consumed him.

"You bastard!" Jack shouted in frustration, attempting to punch Ricco in the face, but Ricco easily caught his fist with one hand.

"You're pathetic and weak. Did you really think you could marry and make a refined woman like her happy?"

"Stop it, Ricco! You're hurting him!" Hillary screamed from the bed, kneeling and clutching the sheet to cover her chest.

"How can you defend this poor loser?" Ricco sneered.

"Jack, just go," Hillary pleaded.

Security burst into Ricco’s room almost immediately.

"What’s going on here?" one of the guards asked.

"This idiot just ruined my expensive Persian rug, and if that wasn’t enough, he tried to hit me with his filthy, poor-man hands," Ricco explained.

"It’s true. I saw everything," Theo chimed in without hesitation.

"Someone needs to teach this bastard a proper lesson."

"Alright," the guard said, grabbing Jack roughly.

Jack struggled against the burly guards, but he couldn’t stop them from dragging him out of the room.

As he was hauled away, he caught one last glimpse of Ricco pulling Hillary close, kissing her on the cheek, while she simply watched Jack claw helplessly at the walls.

The guards dragged Jack into an alley outside the mansion and began beating him mercilessly.

"This will teach you not to mess around," one of them said.

The punches were brutal, landing directly on Jack’s face. The first blow was enough to knock his teeth out, sending them flying from his mouth in a spray of blood.

Within seconds, Jack’s body was covered in cuts and broken bones, rendering him completely immobile.

The guards wiped the blood off their fists.

"Should we wait for him to die before getting rid of the body?" one guard asked.

"No, there’s no need. Let’s just leave him here to die; someone will find him in the morning," another suggested.

The men left Jack trembling on the pavement, his eyes slowly closing as darkness consumed him.