WTF, man. You think you got away clean? Imma reset the damn score.
what are you planning on doing?
smirking Oh, just a little surprise for you, bro. Can't spill all the beans now, can I?
leaning closer Scaring you is the whole fucking point, bro. You think you can just disappear and live a happy life without consequences?
Look, I'm not gonna beat around the bush. I've got connections, man. Dangerous ones. People who owe me favors. And they're all eager to meet your sorry ass.
pulls out a cigar, lights it, and puffs smoke directly in Jrte's face You better start thinking fast, bro. Because once these guys get their hands on you...
pauses, blowing smoke rings Because loyalty comes first, bro. And you betrayed us. You chose your own damn selfishness over family.
what are you going to do?
grinning menacingly Oh, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, bro.
stands up abruptly Alright, enough chit-chat. Time to make some calls. pulls out his phone and starts dialing
speaking into the phone Hey, Tony. It's me. Yeah, I need your help with something. Listen up... pauses...I need you to...
finishes the phone call, smirking That's it, bro. The wheels are in motion now. Just sit back and enjoy the show.
Over the next few days, Jrte starts receiving mysterious messages and threatening phone calls, warning him to stay away from Stephen and his dangerous connections.
I ignore them because I have no other choice
bursts through the door, his face twisted with anger Dammit, bro! You think ignoring the warnings is gonna save you?
throws a punch at Jrte's jaw, knocking him off balance You're living in a fucking fantasy if you think you can dodge this shitstorm, bro!
leans down, grabs Jrte by the collar, and pulls him close Listen up, you piece of shit.
growls in Jrte's ear You're gonna do exactly what I say, when I say it. Understand? tightens his grip on Jrte's collar
releases his grip on Jrte, straightening his shirt Good. Now get the fuck outta here and lay low.
sits down, lights another cigar, and begins scheming his next move Alright, bro, time to turn up the heat.
starts making arrangements to disappear, setting up an elaborate web of deceit and misdirection
suddenly appears in front of Jrte, holding a fake passport and a bag full of cash Here's your ticket to freedom, bro. Get the hell out of town.
smirks Trust me, bro, this is your best shot at survival. Don't fuck it up.
pats Jrte on the back No need to thank me, bro. Just promise me one thing - stay the fuck out of my way.
alright! i leave the city
sits back in his chair, a sense of satisfaction washing over him Another job well done, bro. Time to disappear and enjoy the fruits of my labor.
a week later I get a message from him
sneaks into Jrte's private online chat room, sending a cryptic message "Stay hidden, bro. Eyes on you."
responds with a series of cryptic emojis, signaling to Jrte that he needs to keep a low profile
As the months go by, Jrte becomes increasingly paranoid, constantly looking over his shoulder, worried about Stephen's next move