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Chapter 18: Tony Wendys

After dinner, Josh drove Margaret home. Margaret's residence was a small estate in the real affluent area of the north of Chicago.

Looking at the spacious estate and the sporadic lights in the servant's quarters, Josh seemed to understand Margaret's loneliness.

He hugged Margaret gently, watched her walk into the estate, and then drove away.

However, what Josh did not know was that as soon as Margaret walked into the estate, she saw someone in the living room.

At this time, it was impossible for the person who appeared here to be a stranger to Margaret.

This person was none other than Margaret's almost absent tennis star husband, Tony Wendys.

"What a rare guest. I thought you had forgotten that there was such a home." When she saw Tony, Margaret was a little flustered at first but soon calmed down and used sarcastic words to speak.

After all, what was there for her to be nervous about? She and Josh were completely innocent until now, and they had no overly intimate actions except for a ceremonial hug.

The person in front of her had been caught countless times.

"Who is he?" Tony Wendys didn't pay attention to Margaret's sarcasm but asked sternly.

"Just a friend, and what does it have to do with you?" Margaret sneered.

"I am your husband. How can it have nothing to do with me?" Tony Wendys angrily retorted.

"Huh, you still know that you are my husband? How many days have you been with me in the past year? If it weren't for you appearing today, I would have almost forgotten that you existed!" Margaret walked upstairs to her bedroom while sarcastically speaking.

"That's because of work!!" Faced with Margaret's continuous sarcasm, Tony Wendys was a little embarrassed and angry.

"Work? What a perfect excuse, and then? How much money have you earned? How much money have you spent at home? You even take a large sum of money from me every year to maintain your decent image! If that's all, it's fine, but where did you spend my money? That little star named Amy? Or that singer named Carly? Or those brothels?" Tony Wendys' words raised Margaret's anger, and she directly refuted him without any reservations.

"You investigated me?" Tony Wendys was stunned when he heard Margaret's words.

"Investigated? Do you think it's necessary? Do you think the things you did were very secret? Some people told me about these things. Don't think that nobody cares about me just because my father died. And don't think that I won't be able to survive without you. Tomorrow, I will have a lawyer draft a divorce agreement. Now, get out of my room!" Margaret became angrier and angrier as she spoke and then slammed the bedroom door shut before Tony could react.

"Hey, Margot, don't be like this. We can sit down and talk about it!" He panicked when Tony Wendys heard Margaret mention her father's friends and talk about divorce.

Just like Margaret said, he has a comfortable life now. Still, it's not really because of his identity as a tennis star or the money he earns from competitions or advertisements, which is not enough to support even one mistress, let alone two.

If they really divorce, with the connections of Margaret's family and her wealth, he probably won't get a penny.

"Margot, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have treated you like that. Let's talk it out, and I promise to change." Tony Wendys kept apologizing, trying to ease the tension between him and Margaret.

As for whether this is too embarrassing, he doesn't care as long as they don't divorce and can maintain their current comfortable life. He doesn't mind losing face a bit more.

However, this time, he underestimated Margaret's anger and determination. No matter how he softened or apologized, Margaret completely ignored him.

He also dares not to be too aggressive. In case it further provokes Margaret, that would be troublesome.

Damn it, Margaret wasn't like this before! Thinking of the weak-willed Margaret from before, Tony Wendys couldn't help but wonder what caused such a big change in Margaret.

Soon, Tony Wendys remembered Josh, who had brought Margaret back.

Although it was dark outside and the streetlights were dim, he could see that he was a tall, young, and handsome.

Hmph, turns out he found his next target!

Tony Wendys quickly blamed Josh, whom he had never met, for the situation.

His mood became even more depressed while thinking about this.

Since Margaret wouldn't open the door, Tony Wendys had to settle for the guest room downstairs. But obviously, Margaret's behavior made it impossible for him to rest easy, so he left the mansion in his car, ready to find a place to drink.

Margaret in the room heard the car engine starting and walked to the window, looking at Tony Wendys driving away, showing a hint of disdain. He was probably out there fooling around again. She saw through this man.

At the same time, she became even more determined to divorce.

After leaving the estate, Tony Wendys went to a brothel, just as Margaret had thought. Brothels in the United States have existed since the country was founded, but no specific restrictive laws exist.

In addition, these brothels generally pay taxes honestly and protection fees to the local police, so the federal government turns a blind eye to them.

It wasn't until 1978, when Pennsylvania enacted specific legislation, that the half-open brotelss in various states were gradually banned, leaving only Nevada, which still remains.

The brothel where Tony Wendys went was the largest in Chicago, located on the West Side.

However, as soon as he exited the car, he saw several Italians cursing and beating someone in the alley near the entrance.

Tony glanced at them and ignored them, walking straight into the farm.

"Mr. Wendys, welcome back. The girls have been talking about you." When Tony Wendys walked in, the service staff at the door greeted him warmly.

"Call Mary and Nancy. By the way, what's going on in the alley? Why are the Italians causing trouble here? Doesn't Brian take care of it?" Tony Wendys said, mentioning two girls' names and tipping the service staff $5, then asked.

The Westside is the territory of the Irish, and Brian, who he mentioned, is the caretaker of this establishment.

It's strange for Italians to show up and cause trouble around the Irish establishment.

"Thank you, sir. Normally, Mr. Brian would not allow the Italians to cause trouble in the Westside, but that person is also Italian. I heard that he owes their boss a lot of money. It wouldn't be a big deal for us since we treat everyone who comes as a guest, but this guy has no money and still dares to come here to find the girls. Isn't he asking for trouble? It just so happens that the Italians will also deal with him, and Mr. Brian is too lazy to take action. I heard this guy used to be a big shot on the streets in the southwest area, but now? Haha~~ he's probably not going to live long." After pocketing the tip, the service staff happily told Tony Wendys everything he knew.

"Oh? How much does he owe?" Tony Wendys asked casually. He understood that if he couldn't repay the money, that poor guy's life would probably be in danger.

"I heard it's several thousand." The service staff said.

"Just a few thousand, and they will take his life?" Tony Wendys couldn't help but blurt out.

"Mr. Wendys, you're kidding. For big shots like you, several thousand dollars are naturally insignificant, but for small fry like us, unless we rob a bank, it's impossible to save up that much in ten or twenty years." The service staff said with some self-mockery.

And Tony Wendys understood in an instant.

Yes, he could only save up a few hundred dollars a year before he met Margaret, and he was grateful for it.

Several thousand dollars could indeed buy a life.

Thinking of this, he involuntarily shuddered.

If Margaret really divorced him, would he end up like that unfortunate guy outside?

A thought began to grow uncontrollably in his mind while he was thinking about this.


Chapter 19: $10,000

"Sir, are you looking for me?" asked the bruised and swollen Joe, cautiously looking at Tony Wendys, who was embracing two beautiful women inside the deluxe room of the brothel.

Indeed, it was Joe Barbera, who had previously stolen Josh's car and had beaten him outside in the alleyway before Tony arrived.

Two days had passed since the deadline given by the Mafia boss Scaglione.

During these two days, Joe had not been idle. He had been planning to rob a bank because that was the fastest way he could think of to get the money he needed. However, robbing a bank was not an easy task.

It wasn't long ago that the Great Depression had ended. The Chicago police, who had experienced the most chaotic period, were well-prepared regarding force. Although they didn't use automatic weapons like submachine guns, they were equipped with shotguns and rifles in most police cars. Suppose you've seen Public Enemy with John Dillinger. In that case, you'll know you're just asking for death if you don't have four or five people, enough firepower, and a waiting getaway car.

And not just the police but most bank security guards were also equipped with shotguns.

What did Joe have? Except for an M1911, he had nothing. Of course, he could steal a car; he used to do this often to earn pocket money, so he knew the drill. But weapons and manpower were another story. Good weapons had to be bought with real money, and people had to be reliable. These could not be prepared quickly, and it would take quite some time to prepare.

People who don't prepare and rush into a bank with a gun are not unheard of, but 99% of the time, they end up dead on the street. Joe's goal was to get the money, not to die.

So he couldn't act so quickly.

Today, he had come to the West District to find an old friend and wanted to make a move together. However, when he mentioned it, the other party refused decisively because he had just hooked up with the Irish gang and had a decent source of income. Although it wasn't very profitable, it was safe. In this situation, he couldn't lose his mind and rob a bank with Joe.

And very impolitely, he drove Joe away.

They had only hung out together briefly when they were poor and fighting in the streets, and they weren't really close friends. Naturally, he wouldn't give Joe too much face.

Rejected, Joe was very frustrated and wandered aimlessly until he stumbled upon this brothel.

Under the moment's impulse, he didn't care that he had no money in his pocket and just wanted to come in and have a good time.

Since Joe had occasionally had money and had also been to this luxurious place, the doorman and the girls inside didn't think he was trying to eat for free.

In fact, he even almost managed to escape after finishing, using the excuse of going to the bathroom.

However, just as he was leaving, he was stopped by some of Scaglione's henchmen. Scaglione had sent people to keep an eye on him to prevent him from running away.

The surveillance team saw him enter this luxurious place and assumed that he had borrowed money from a friend and come here to have fun without intending to pay it back. So they called some of their associates to stop him.

As a result, they didn't expect Joe to be a runner.

They didn't get their money and almost offended the Irish gang who ran the place.

Fortunately, the guard of this place, Bryan, had no intention of getting into conflict with the Italians. He knew that the Italians were watching this guy get their money back. After Joe had planned to rob a bank, he said that as long as he got the money back three times, he could pay for today's expenses.

Otherwise, according to Bryan's normal practice, there was no way to let Joe off the hook.

As for this guy, if his bank robbery fails...do I even need to say it?

He'll either die at the hands of the police or bank security.

Or he'll die at the hands of the Italians.

The Irish gang doesn't even need to get involved.

Although he was spared the agony of losing a limb, Joe still received a severe beating from several Italians.

And that's how Tony Wendys, a tennis player, happened to see him.

In a rather inexplicable situation, Joe was led by a waiter to this big shot's presence...even though Tony Wendys was only a tennis player, thanks to being the husband of Margaret, an upper-class heiress, he was indeed a big shot compared to ordinary gangsters, not to mention Joe, a street thug.

"Darlings, you go out first. I have something to discuss with this gentleman." Tony Wendys looked Joe up and down, waved to the two beauties beside him, and said.

The two women instantly had a meeting and sensually rubbed against Tony Wendys before obediently leaving the private room.

"Have a seat and have a drink?" Tony Wendys waved his hand and let Joe sit down.

"Just whiskey." Joe licked his lips at the whiskey in front of Tony Wendys and said he urgently needed a drink to ease the pain after being beaten up.

Tony Wendys nodded and poured Joe a glass from the bottle before him.

"I heard you owe quite a bit of money?" After Joe took a sip, Tony Wendys asked.

"Yes, sir," Joe answered cautiously.

"How much do you owe?" Tony Wendys asked again.

"$4000" Joe answered plainly, it was not a secret, and there was nothing to hide.

"$4000...hmm, do you want to earn some money? A lot of money!" Tony Wendys laughed and asked.

"Sir, I don't quite understand what you mean..." Joe blinked and was a bit confused about this person's intentions, but it was without a doubt that no one would give away money for free.

"Just answer me, do you want to earn this money or not?" Tony Wendys said.

"But, sir, I need to know what you want me to do!" Joe couldn't help but ask.

"Joe Barbera, I know about your situation, and I also know that if you don't pay off your debt within a week, those gangsters won't let you off. I even know that you're planning to rob a bank." Tony Wendys said, "You really need money."

"...then, sir, you should also know that sometimes the profits from kidnapping are not less than those from bank robbery!" Joe didn't like the other person's haughty attitude and threatened him.

"Oh? Is that so? Then I'm afraid I have to disappoint you. Except for my wife, I have no other relatives, and to be honest, my relationship with my wife is pretty bad. So even if you kidnap me, you won't get any money. Besides, my relationship with Bryan is pretty good. Even if you kidnap me and get the money, what's the chance of spending it?" Tony Wendys didn't care about Joe's threat.

"...you have a point. So, sir, what do you want me to do? And how much is this 'lot of money' you mentioned?" Joe felt deflated.

"$10,000!" Tony Wendys said slowly as the atmosphere eased up.

"How much?" Joe looked up and was surprised.

"10,000." Tony Wendys repeated.

"Done!" Joe made a decision right away.

Ten thousand dollars was not a small sum.

At that time, the price for a hitman hired by the mafia was generally only two to four thousand dollars per job.

Although he still didn't know what Tony Wendys wanted him to do, Joe thought, how much worse could it be than killing someone?


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