As time passed by, Drake started getting at ease with his life. He started accepting things and he felt better with himself and with what he was doing. At times, he was even content with the police tasks he was assigned at.
But things were soon to change. The war amongst the crime families in New Atlantica was about to seize and that wasn't a good thing for all things good and just. As the dust settled the new force of sovereignty on town was Anthony Cacaveras. And now that his ruling over the city was unquestionable the city's new crime boss would never accept hearing no for an answer.
Mr Cacaveras caught wind of Drake's success in the fighting circuit. So, naturally, he asked for a meeting. Whenever he asked for a meeting, it was almost certain that the outcome of that meeting was going to be mighty dubious ... at best.
"How certain are you of yourself?" he asked Drake the minute he saw him. Drake paused and pondered what that question was all about but the crime boss carried on and explained himself. He needed Drake to fix a fight. He needed him to take a beating for 2 rounds and then drop his opponent on the 3rd minute of the third round. Sounded like a painful plan, yet simple.
Drake told him right in his face that he was not interested. As the situation started to get tense, that was when fate kicked in. He fell in love with her, the minute he set eyes on her. She was exotic in beauty and her voice was captivating. She smiled at him and asked him with her sweet voice: "You wouldn't want to disappoint my father now would you Mr Drake. Your fame precedes you, but so does my father's and I believe that men of your stature shouldn't be enemies but friends. Let me escort you downstairs so as to speak matters in private and I will then let my father know of your decision."
Which man could say no to such a woman. And Drake naturally agreed. He would set the fight as Anthony Cacavera's, Tamara's father, asked him to. He was now in the kingpin's pocket, but he wouldn't mind. As long as he could make her smile and see those brown eyes with the long eye lashes gaze upon. Her looks her deadly. And now he was at her hands.
But things were soon to change. The war amongst the crime families in New Atlantica was about to seize and that wasn't a good thing for all things good and just. As the dust settled the new force of sovereignty on town was Anthony Cacaveras. And now that his ruling over the city was unquestionable the city's new crime boss would never accept hearing no for an answer.
Mr Cacaveras caught wind of Drake's success in the fighting circuit. So, naturally, he asked for a meeting. Whenever he asked for a meeting, it was almost certain that the outcome of that meeting was going to be mighty dubious ... at best.
"How certain are you of yourself?" he asked Drake the minute he saw him. Drake paused and pondered what that question was all about but the crime boss carried on and explained himself. He needed Drake to fix a fight. He needed him to take a beating for 2 rounds and then drop his opponent on the 3rd minute of the third round. Sounded like a painful plan, yet simple.
Drake told him right in his face that he was not interested. As the situation started to get tense, that was when fate kicked in. He fell in love with her, the minute he set eyes on her. She was exotic in beauty and her voice was captivating. She smiled at him and asked him with her sweet voice: "You wouldn't want to disappoint my father now would you Mr Drake. Your fame precedes you, but so does my father's and I believe that men of your stature shouldn't be enemies but friends. Let me escort you downstairs so as to speak matters in private and I will then let my father know of your decision."
Which man could say no to such a woman. And Drake naturally agreed. He would set the fight as Anthony Cacavera's, Tamara's father, asked him to. He was now in the kingpin's pocket, but he wouldn't mind. As long as he could make her smile and see those brown eyes with the long eye lashes gaze upon. Her looks her deadly. And now he was at her hands.
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