Chapter 2 Danger

Warning Matured Content!!!!

---At Claudenio's Bar

The vibrant sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and pulsating music filled the air as Ethan and his friend Danzel found themselves in the heart of a bustling bar. It was a Friday night, and the place was packed with people enjoying the carefree ambiance. Ethan, a well-built young man with a confident demeanor, stood out amidst the crowd, his presence emanating an aura of strength.

Ethan and Danzel leaned against the bar andsipping on their drinks

"Cheers, my friend! Let's celebrate another day of being handsome. Hahahaha," Danzel raised his drink.

"You should cheer for having a new day in your life because later you won't have it. I'm sick of you being narcissistic," Ethan sarcastically replied. He didn't raise a toast and drank the beer instead.

"Do you think we can make another bet tonight?" Danzel naughtily asked Ethan.

"Of course, girls are easy to predict. Just call them baby girl and then they will easily open their legs for you." Ethan replied with naughty chuckles.

Suddenly, the bar's entrance swung open, causing heads to turn. A group of burly men walked in, their menacing gazes scanning the room. Ethan's senses heightened, a flicker of apprehension crossing his face.

"Something doesn't feel right about those guys." Ethan whispered to Danzel.

Danzel eyeing the newcomers. "Yeah, they definitely look out of place here."

As the group of men navigated through the crowd, their eyes locked onto Ethan. Sensing trouble, Ethan discreetly positioned himself between Danzel and the approaching figures.

"Ethan, what's going on?"

"Stay behind me, Danzel. We might have a problem."

The men closed in, surrounding Ethan and Danzel with a circle of intimidating presence. The leader of the group stepped forward, a sinister grin stretching across his face.

"Well, well, well. Look who we've got here. Ethan, isn't it?" sneered the leader, his voice dripping with malice.

Ethan stood his ground, his eyes locked onto the leader. "I never thought I'd see the day when the cowardly lapdogs of my father's enemy would have the audacity to step foot in this bar."

The leader chuckled darkly. "Your father was a fool, Ethan. He should have known better than to cross paths with us. But it seems he passed on his arrogance to his own flesh and blood."

Danzel, ever the loyal friend, stepped forward with a steely determination. "You're the ones making a mistake here. Ethan may be his father's son, but he's also been trained by him. You're about to find out what that means."

The leader's expression turned ice-cold. "Oh, we're well aware of your father's skills, Ethan. That's precisely why we're here. To rid ourselves of the last remnants of his bloodline."

Without warning, the group of mafia members lunged forward, launching a flurry of punches and kicks toward Ethan and Danzel. But Ethan's training kicked in, his reflexes honed through years of learning from his father.

He deftly blocked and dodged their attacks, countering with precise strikes that sent the attackers reeling. Danzel, too, fought back with ferocity, his loyalty to Ethan fueling his every move.

Ethan locked eyes with the leader, who watched with growing frustration as his men failed to overpower their targets. "You thought you could intimidate us, but you've underestimated the bond between a father and his son. My father taught me to never back down, to protect what's mine. And I won't let you or anyone else take that away from me."

The leader gritted his teeth, his anger seething. "You may have skills, Ethan, but you can't defeat an entire organization. We'll make sure you pay for your arrogance."

Ethan's gaze turned cold, his voice laced with determination. "You may be a powerful organization, but you forget one crucial detail: my father had allies, loyal men who will stand with me. And together, we'll dismantle your empire piece by piece."

With a swift and calculated move, Ethan incapacitated the remaining attackers, leaving them sprawled on the floor, defeated.

The leader, nursing his wounds, glared at Ethan. "This isn't over, Ethan. We'll be back, and next time, there won't be anyone to save you."

Ethan stood tall, a defiant smirk gracing his lips. "Bring it on. I'll be ready."

Leaving the bar behind, Ethan and Danzel stepped out into the night, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them, as they walked the path of honor and vengeance.

---At somewhere

Kitty walked into the bustling canteen, her eyes scanning the surroundings in search of the owner, Mrs. Santos. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air, making her stomach

grumble with hunger. She spotted Mrs. Santos at the counter, taking orders from customers, and approached her with a hopeful smile.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Santos? I hope I'm not interrupting, but I was wondering if you have any job vacancies available. I'm eager to work and would be grateful for any opportunity, even as a dishwasher." Polite and enthusiastic Kitty asked the owner.

Mrs. Santos glanced at Kitty, her face displaying a mix of weariness and kindness. She wiped her hands on her apron before responding.

"Oh, hello there, dear. I'm afraid we don't have any vacant positions at the moment. It's quite busy around here, and our staff is currently full."

Kitty's face fell, but she tried to hide her disappointment.

"I completely understand, Mrs. Santos. But I'm a hard worker, and I'm willing to learn quickly. Is there any way I can prove myself to you? Maybe I can help out in any other way, even if it's just for a few hours a day."

Mrs. Santos paused, considering Kitty's request. She could see the genuine eagerness in Kitty's eyes and empathized with her situation.

"I appreciate your enthusiasm, Kitty. While we don't have a dishwasher position available right now, I'll tell you what. We often need someone to help with food preparation in the mornings. It's not a permanent position, but it can give you some experience and maybe even lead to something more in the future."

Kitty's eyes lit up with gratitude, her optimism returning.

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Santos! I'm more than willing to help with food preparation. I promise I won't let you down."

Mrs. Santos smiled warmly at Kitty's determination.

"I believe you, Kitty. Come in tomorrow morning, and we'll get you started. It won't be easy, but if you show dedication and learn quickly, who knows? There might be more opportunities for you here."

Kitty nodded eagerly, her heart filled with hope. She thanked Mrs. Santos once again and left the canteen, excited about her chance to prove herself and work her way up in the future.

As Kitty walked home from the canteen, her mind began to wander, and a delightful daydream took hold of her imagination. She imagined herself owning her own restaurant, a place where people would gather to savor delicious meals and create cherished memories. Lost in her thoughts, she couldn't help but visualize the scene unfolding before her.

Kitty strolled along the street, passing by charming storefronts and enchanting cafes. She envisioned her restaurant nestled in a quaint corner, with a welcoming sign that bore her name in elegant letters. The facade of the building was adorned with blooming flower boxes, adding a touch of color to the surroundings.

Entering the restaurant, Kitty saw the warm glow of soft lighting and heard the gentle hum of conversation. The aroma of mouthwatering dishes wafted through the air, making her senses tingle with anticipation. The tables were adorned with fresh flowers, and soft music played in the background, creating an inviting ambiance.

Kitty, wearing a chef's apron, gracefully moved about the spacious kitchen, orchestrating a symphony of flavors. She imagined herself crafting culinary masterpieces with precision and passion, infusing each dish with her unique touch. Her staff worked diligently alongside her, sharing in her vision and dedication.

In Kitty's delusion, patrons filled the restaurant, their smiles reflecting their satisfaction. She imagined families gathering around a large table, sharing laughter and creating memories. Friends clinked glasses, toasting to their bonds and celebrating life. The air was filled with a sense of joy and contentment, a testament to the welcoming atmosphere she had cultivated.

Her dream continued as she saw herself stepping out of the kitchen, greeting guests with genuine warmth and charm. She relished in the connections she made with her customers, hearing their compliments and appreciation for her culinary creations. Each satisfied diner left with a contented smile, eagerly recommending her restaurant to their friends and loved ones.

As Kitty reached her doorstep, she snapped out of her delusion, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Though it had been just a fantasy, she couldn't shake the feeling of inspiration and determination that had enveloped her during that brief daydream. She knew that the road to owning her own restaurant would be challenging, but she was now fueled by a renewed passion, ready to embark on the journey of turning her dream into a reality.