"...6, 000 Euro."
Terry had spent the entire money to just 6,000 euros, and on women.
That was the total money they got from the fraudulent businessman from Nigeria.
Ludwig sat in the back office of his undercover Casino, deep in thought, twirling a pistol in his hand, a permanent frown encarved on the thick hair of his lashes.
His large office was so grandly furnished, almost everything flushing red like the blush on a lady's cheeks, anything that wasn't red was black.
He sat behind a huge wide black half cover glass table that was giving a dim pointed reflection of the light bulb above, the only light in the dark room currently, the room did not have windows but had 8 air conditioners making it bareable to stay in.
The flooring had a deep red carpeting all over with a big LK embroidered in the middle falling directly to the middle of the room. There was a huge portrait on the wall behind Ludwig, in it was his father, standing tall and proud in a dark red suit, an empty and cold inhumane look on his face, his dark red eyes were so void of emotions he could be mistaken as a robot.
On his thigh in the picture was little Ludwig, just 1 year old, laughing at the camera, just two front teeths in his mouth, and half grown hair that was sticking up as if electrocuted.
If Ludwig's father, Lawrence K was still alive, he would be extremely disappointed at where his son had led his business too at the moment.
On Ludwig's face was a frown of failure at himself and anger at everyone else who was on the dang planet. Another of his ship has been reported to have "Sank", a ship carrying an armoury of weapons that he was meant to sell to an elite man that trained killers. Something in his guts was telling him either Levi or Angela or one of his enemies had something to do with it and he was going to find out who.
"Argh" the sounds of men fighting outside his door began to reach his ears, the sounds of bones breaking, punches hitting faces and part of the body.
Nevertheless Ludwig didn't move an inche, a hair on his body didn't waver, he has expected this was soon to start happening anyways.
"Boss!" Called the cries of Loan as he was thrown through the door of Ludwig's office.
He hit his back against the wooden guest chairs and stretched painfully while groaning, his lips were bursted and bleeding, so was his nose and his scar. With the look of this, he might have gotten a bone fracture somewhere on his body too.
Ludwig, without moving his face or any part of his body, raised his eyes with dark red anger laced in them.
A group of completely bald, hefty, thugs stood blocking the entrance of his office, the tallest of them standing further away from the rest, and breathing hard and with an evil smirk plastered on his face.
All the men had tattoos of scorpions on their temples, a mark all of Alexander's men had.
"Alexander sends his greetings" the tallest and hugest spoke, he had the biggest scorpion tattoo on his temple.
If not for the tattoos, the men would have looked like overgrown round babies.
The men began to step forward, Pando, the highest, kicking Loan in the stomach as he went by.
"Alexander sends us a brief message to you!" A loud deep chuckle left Pando's throat as he headed at Ludwig with so much vigor and vitality.
Ludwig could have shot a bullet straight into his head any other day, but not today. Alexander currently had the upper hand over him, he would burn the little he had left of a fight was to happen...
The huge fist of Pando, red from his previously fight, landed in the left eye of Ludwig as he punched him off the chair.
"Alexander said there will be more coming if you don't return his money or good" he gave a pathetic chuckle at Ludwig on the floor and left with them men he came with.
Ludwig refuses to waver, he suppressed the yell and groans in his throat, grabbed his gun and left his office. Loan pulled himself up and followed, groaning in pain.
***
"Did your daddy get beat up by bad men too?" The little girl with blonde curls asked against Tory's chest.
The two were cuddled down on the floor of a small empty room with no windows or furniture, just them and the dried inedible bread they were given earlier.
Tory looked down at the child she had met in that room and grown a bond with as she was good with kids,"No Tracy. I don't have a father anymore, it was my uncle, I don't know what business he had with these men."
"Those men must be wicked. How could they do this to a little cute child like you?" Tory pressed her adorable soft cheeks.
"You're pretty too" Tracy said with a sad smile, "I miss my mommy's cooking."
"I don't miss anything about my home" Tory said with a long sigh. Ms. Manny would definitely be going crazy that Tory hadn't been found yet and charged. Felix would probably get beaten up for not being up to task and provide her to whomever wanted her.
Her brother would also definitely be in search of her, to rip her of any money she had. And her mother?. Well maybe she'll be the only one that actually cares when no one finds her.
Something in her guts tells her she was going to be in Germany for a very long time, at least if they don't kill her. Deep down she knew that Uncle Terry wouldn't pay back, when she wasn't Eliza, his daughter.
The two suddenly jumped as the small door was opened with so much exaggerated burst that it was a miracle it didn't fall over. Ludwig coached inside, breathing like a wooden animal, maybe he was wounded, his left eyelids was red and swollen.
Tory gazed at his angry red eyes, it frightened her so much but he wasn't staring at her this time.
"Stop! Let her go!" Screamed Tory as Ludwig pulled Tracy by the hair.
Ludwig dragged little Tracy by the hair and out of the room, Tory screaming after trying to hold on to the girl.
Ludwig shoved Tory violently against the wall that she hit her head and hand breaking the bone in her right elbow.
Tory's heart sank to her stomach when she could no longer hear Tracy's screams right outside the door and a loud bang of a gun shot engulfed her ears
"D..d...di... Did he kill her?" She asked herself in a trance. She suddenly jumped up from the floor confused as to hold her bleeding head or arm.
"Open this dang door!. Tracy! Tracy!" she kicked the door with her foot starting to cry.
Ludwig's cold voice said, "Bury her."
Tory gasped, falling on the floor as her body shook heavily with tears, no! Not Tracy! That small innocent child!. That little girl never did anything!.
"You monsters!"
What was going to be her own fate?. Would they kill her too?.