I Breathe Euro

Jack went outside from the hotel and saw Clark's car rolling in.

As the sleek Range Rover rolled to a stop, Clark casually rolled down the window, letting out a puff of cigar smoke that blended with the city air. His black sunglasses gleamed under the bright sunlight, and he had an air of nonchalance that was hard to miss.

"Yo, Doc, where are you heading now?" Clark asked, his tone relaxed as he glanced at Jack through the rearview mirror.

Jack opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat, fastening his seatbelt. "Take me to the Crown Building first, then a local gun shop," he replied, his voice calm and direct.

Clark arched an eyebrow, his lips curling into a sly smirk. "The Crown Building? What are you planning to do with that?"

Jack accepted a cigar from Clark, lighting it up and taking a slow drag before speaking. "I'm going to rent out the entire building for now," he said, exhaling smoke out the open window. "It's got both residential and commercial licenses. Later, I'll turn it into a luxury hotel, but for now, it's just an investment."

Clark nodded in understanding, steering the car back into traffic. "Makes sense," he said, taking a drag from his own cigar. "That place is prime real estate. You'll make a fortune once you turn it into a hotel."

Jack leaned back in his seat, his gaze fixed on the bustling streets outside. "That's the plan," he said simply, the confidence in his voice unmistakable.

Clark chuckled, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music playing softly in the background. "You seem in a good mood today, Doc. What's got you so upbeat?"

Jack turned his head slightly, a small smirk playing on his lips. "You're the one who looks like you're in a good mood, Clark. Something happen while I was gone?"

Clark grinned, adjusting his sunglasses as he took another puff of his cigar. "Let's just say someone made sure I had a good time."

Jack laughed softly, shaking his head. "She must've done a great job, judging by the way you're glowing."

Clark shot him a knowing glance. "She knows what's up," he said with a chuckle. "But don't worry, Doc. I'm still focused on the job."

Jack smirked, flicking the ash off his cigar. "Good. I'll need you sharp for what's coming next."

The car fell into a comfortable silence as they neared the Crown Building. Its grand structure loomed ahead, an architectural marvel that stood out even among the city's most iconic landmarks.

As Clark pulled up to the curb, he glanced at Jack. "Here we are. You sure about this place, Doc? Looks like it'll cost a fortune."

Jack opened the door and stepped out, taking one last drag of his cigar before stubbing it out in the ashtray. He turned back to Clark, a confident smile on his face. "Clark, you know I never settle for less."

Clark grinned, adjusting his sunglasses again. "Fair enough. I'll wait here or hit the gun shop if you take too long."

"Go ahead and check it out," Jack replied. "I'll call you when I'm done."

Clark nodded, revving the engine lightly before driving off, leaving Jack standing in front of the imposing Crown Building. Taking a deep breath, Jack straightened his jacket and walked towards the Managers office.

The manager of the building was visibly stressed, working tirelessly alongside his team as they tried to ensure everything was in order. Meanwhile, the occupants and staff who had decided to leave the premises hurriedly packed their belongings, eager to vacate as soon as possible.

The moment the manager noticed Jack entering, he immediately stood up from his desk, a mix of surprise and respect in his expression. "Sir, you're here! I was planning to call you in a week," he said, his tone laced with urgency.

Jack offered a reassuring smile, dismissing the concern. "No need to worry about that. I don't have the cash on hand right now, so here's what we'll do—rent out the entire building as residential floors for now. If you can convert 1 billion euros into dollars, I'll gladly make you the Managing Director of this entire operation," Jack said, patting the manager on the shoulder.

The manager's eyes widened in disbelief, his posture stiffening at the magnitude of the task. "O... one billion? Sir, I'm not sure I can make that happen," he stammered, lowering his gaze.

Jack chuckled softly, his tone reassuring. "Don't be discouraged. Whether or not you can manage that, the position will be yours as soon as I handle the conversion myself. Visit me in India when I call for you—I'll send a plane to pick you up," Jack added with a confident smile before turning to leave.
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Stepping outside, Jack called Clark, who answered promptly. "Doc, I'm just outside," Clark's voice came through the line.

"Perfect," Jack replied, making his way downstairs to the waiting car.

Clark leaned out of the driver's side window with his signature relaxed attitude. "Where to next, Doc?" he asked, flicking his cigar ash into an ashtray.

Jack climbed into the passenger seat. "Take me to a local gun shop. I left my 'System' sniper rifle back at that old villa," he explained as he fastened his seatbelt.

Clark nodded and drove off. At the shop, the pair picked up several assault rifles and stocked up on ammunition. Once the purchases were complete, they returned to the car. Clark made a quick stop for fuel before resuming their journey, this time headed directly toward that strange town.

Jack and Clark didn't stop anywhere, directly heading to the old villa. It took them four hours as they drove off-road whenever possible.

Reaching the villa, Jack first noticed Amelia walking around, going about her business. Jack felt a little weird seeing her, as she always pretended to be crippled in Mr. Smith's presence.

Then Jack's eyes fell on the small shack near the villa, its light unexpectedly on. Usually, it was always dark and unused.

Picking up the M4 rifle, Jack gestured to Clark to follow him. They crept slowly toward the shack and peered through the window. Inside, they saw Mr. Smith with an old woman, and both Jack and Clark were left bewildered.

The woman was far too old for such a situation, yet Mr. Smith was engaged in something with her. Jack and Clark exchanged shocked glances before leaning closer to hear what Mr. Smith was saying.

" Oh, Yes Mama "

" How is am I good right?"

He was fucking his own mother, Jack squinted his eyes at Mr.Smith.

Clark directly aimed his AK 47 towards Mr.Smiths head.

*BANG*

Mr.Smiths blood Splurted on the old women's face who was clearly dead.

"He was sick in his head," Clark said, spitting on the ground with visible disgust. His expression twisted, clearly revolted by what they had just witnessed.

"He really was," Jack replied, his tone calm yet firm, as if already moving past the grotesque scene. "Go grab that rifle from the room I stayed in previously." Jack gestured toward the villa, his mind already focusing on the next step in his plan.

"Yes, Doc," Clark responded without hesitation, turning on his heel and running toward the villa with swift determination.

As Clark disappeared into the villa, Jack turned his attention toward Amelia, who was walking nearby. Her erratic movements caught his eye, a reminder of her peculiar nature that, oddly enough, he found endearing.

"Amelia," Jack called out, his voice gentle but commanding enough to catch her attention. A small smile formed on his face, softening his otherwise serious demeanor.

"Jack? What are you doing here?" Amelia stopped in her tracks, her face a mixture of shock and curiosity. She seemed genuinely surprised to see him standing there, his calm presence a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding the villa.

"I came to take you back," Jack said, his tone steady and reassuring. His gaze met hers directly, showing he was serious. "Will you go with me?"

"B...but what about that man?" Amelia asked hesitantly, her voice trembling as fear flickered in her eyes. It was clear that the mere mention of Mr. Smith filled her with dread.

"I'll handle him," Jack replied with confidence, his voice unwavering. He knew the truth—that Mr. Smith was no longer a threat—and wanted to assure Amelia that she no longer needed to live in fear.

"Alright, then I'll go with you," Amelia said, determination in her eyes. Without hesitation, she turned to the garden and picked a handful of vibrant flowers, her movements swift and purposeful.

She approached Jack, holding the bouquet out to him. "Here. These are from the garden," she said, offering the flowers with a small, hopeful smile. It was clear she was making a final gesture of leaving behind the life she had known.

Jack took the flowers, his expression neutral, though he couldn't help but wonder what to do with this unpredictable woman. She seemed eager, perhaps even ready to leave everything behind without looking back. He held the bouquet in his hand, studying her for a moment.

"I'll go get some important stuff," Amelia added, her voice lighter now, almost carefree, as if she was already envisioning a fresh start away from this place.

Jack raised an eyebrow slightly, still unsure of her intentions, but said nothing more. He simply watched as she turned and began walking toward the villa, her steps filled with purpose and a hint of urgency.

He stood there for a moment, holding the flowers, his mind swirling with thoughts about what kind of chaos this woman might bring into his life—yet, something deep inside him told him her pussy felt so good.

The Best Pussy Ever.