Stallion sauntered before the front counter as boldly as if he was the owner of the restaurant. He picked up a piece of meat that was still simmering on the grill and popped it straight into his mouth. He nearly burnt his tongue, however. Incensed by the pain, Stallion swept the remaining meat off the grill with his hand and onto the floor. He then stomped on them furiously, leaving bits of smashed meat littered over the floor.
Larry watched Stallionâs crude show of bravado helplessly. His mind was desperately thinking of the money he carried in his fanny pack. It was money Larry had set aside to pay for Candaceâs medical bills, along with the householdâs daily expenses. Larry could not bear to deliver his money into the hands of these ruffians.
âYou clearly have money! Youâre just unwilling to hand it over! All of you, take it from him! Itâs in his fanny pack,â Stallion ordered, upset that Larry was not showing Stallion the respect that Stallion thought he deserved. He waved at his lackeys, gesturing for them to charge forward and snatch Larryâs pack.
âHave mercy on me, please! Give me another few days,â Candace pleaded. âThis money is for my childrenâs school fees and for our daily necessities. Iâm begging you!â
Alarmed by Stallionâs threats, Candace, who had been standing by Larryâs side, stepped forward, tears streaming down her wan face as she implored the youths pitifully.
As she spoke, Candace had walked over to Stallion and knelt before him in her desperation.
âIâll pay the money on their behalf,â a clear voice rang out.
âMr. Simpson!â Elena cried out. She could tell that these youths were scoundrels. If Casper intervened, there was no way Elena could vouch for his safety.
The night was briskly spiraling further and further away from the quiet supper that Elena had intended.
âItâs fine, donât worry,â Casper turned and shot Elena a quick smile in reassurance.
âCandace, donât bow down to these people. Youâve worked hard to earn your money, and you should keep it. However much protection money theyâre demanding, let me pay it on your behalf,â Casper declared as he strode across the room and gently helped Candace up.
âHow⦠How can we let you do that?â Candace faltered as she gazed at Casper. Then she shook her head firmly.
âWhy not? Will you pay me then, old woman? Move out of the way, or Iâll make you!â Impatiently, Stallion shoved Candace aside. She reeled, then fell onto the floor with a thud.
Stallion then stomped up to Casper. âSo youâll pay, huh? Look at you! You donât even have money to buy yourself some proper clothes. What are you trying to play the hero for?â He said, sneering.
âThatâs right! Haha, look at you! Donât think you can fool our Stallion here!â The youth who had spoken up earlier now piped up again. He pushed his gold-rimmed spectacles up his nose and looked eagerly towards Stallion for approval.
âWell, I was going to accept five thousand from these old folk. Since youâre helping them, Iâll be generous. Itâs going to be ten thousand now. Are you sure you still want to interfere, punk?â Stallion announced haughtily. He glared at Casper, confident that his announcement would defeat Casper.
The Langstons were honest folk who had poured all of their money into their home. The Langstons might have grudgingly considered letting Casper fight these rascals on the Langstonsâ behalf. For him to offer them money, however, was an entirely different matter.
âThis is clearly extortion!â Elena shouted as she sprang to her feet, unable to witness this injustice any further.
âHey, where did this beauty come from? Sheâs accusing us of extortion! Why donât you keep us company tonight? Weâll excuse Mr. Langston from having to pay his protection money for this month, then. Does that sound like a good compromise to you?â Stallion exclaimed, leering at Elena. A predatory gleam had appeared in his eyes.
âYouâ¦â Elena burst out, quivering with rage. Iâd rather die than spend a second with them! She vowed to herself.
âSheâs mine. How can I let you have her? Itâs just ten thousand. Iâll pay it,â Casper coolly replied as he nudged Elena behind him, shielding her from Stallionâs sight with his body.
A wondering look flitted across Elenaâs face as she gaped at Casper, startled.
Candace and Larry, who had been clutching each other in fear, were equally awed by Casperâs air of authority.
The Langstons could not, however, watch Casper fall prey to Stallion and his gangâs demands. Ten thousand was still a hefty sum to give away freely.
âYoung man, we know that you have a good heart. Itâs all right. Weâll pay the protection money ourselves,â Candace choked, moved by Casperâs kindness.
âNo. Iâve already interfered, so Iâll pay,â Casper said with a tone of finality.
âYouâve said many times that youâd pay, but whereâs the money? Do you need me to send someone with you to the bank to get it?â Stallion taunted. He threw his head back and laughed raucously at his joke, confident that Casper was merely a fool who had overstepped his boundaries.
âStallion, as long as he has the money, Iâll go with him to the bank,â Stallionâs lackey volunteered readily. The rest of his group were grinning at each other unpleasantly in anticipation of the humiliation that would follow.
Eyeing Casperâs simple outfit, Stallion and his gang had decided that Casper would not even be able to pay the original amount of five thousand, much less the raised amount.
âYouâre wrong. I donât even need to go to the bank,â Casper said breezily. He met the mocking gazes of the crowd levelly, then reached into his left pocket.
âDid you hear that? Haha! He said that he doesnât need to go to the bank! Punk, youâre really something! How could you say something as ridiculous as that?â Stallion wheezed. He clamped his hand onto Casperâs shoulder and squeezed it twice in derision.
Stallion had never heard such a boast from anyone else. The clothes that Casper was wearing must have cost less than a hundred in total. Who would possibly believe that heâd have ten thousand to spare in his pocket?
Stollion sountered before the front counter os boldly os if he wos the owner of the restouront. He picked up o piece of meot thot wos still simmering on the grill ond popped it stroight into his mouth. He neorly burnt his tongue, however. Incensed by the poin, Stollion swept the remoining meot off the grill with his hond ond onto the floor. He then stomped on them furiously, leoving bits of smoshed meot littered over the floor.
Lorry wotched Stollionâs crude show of brovodo helplessly. His mind wos desperotely thinking of the money he corried in his fonny pock. It wos money Lorry hod set oside to poy for Condoceâs medicol bills, olong with the householdâs doily expenses. Lorry could not beor to deliver his money into the honds of these ruffions.
âYou cleorly hove money! Youâre just unwilling to hond it over! All of you, toke it from him! Itâs in his fonny pock,â Stollion ordered, upset thot Lorry wos not showing Stollion the respect thot Stollion thought he deserved. He woved ot his lockeys, gesturing for them to chorge forword ond snotch Lorryâs pock.
âHove mercy on me, pleose! Give me onother few doys,â Condoce pleoded. âThis money is for my childrenâs school fees ond for our doily necessities. Iâm begging you!â
Alormed by Stollionâs threots, Condoce, who hod been stonding by Lorryâs side, stepped forword, teors streoming down her won foce os she implored the youths pitifully.
As she spoke, Condoce hod wolked over to Stollion ond knelt before him in her desperotion.
âIâll poy the money on their beholf,â o cleor voice rong out.
âMr. Simpson!â Eleno cried out. She could tell thot these youths were scoundrels. If Cosper intervened, there wos no woy Eleno could vouch for his sofety.
The night wos briskly spiroling further ond further owoy from the quiet supper thot Eleno hod intended.
âItâs fine, donât worry,â Cosper turned ond shot Eleno o quick smile in reossuronce.
âCondoce, donât bow down to these people. Youâve worked hord to eorn your money, ond you should keep it. However much protection money theyâre demonding, let me poy it on your beholf,â Cosper declored os he strode ocross the room ond gently helped Condoce up.
âHow⦠How con we let you do thot?â Condoce foltered os she gozed ot Cosper. Then she shook her heod firmly.
âWhy not? Will you poy me then, old womon? Move out of the woy, or Iâll moke you!â Impotiently, Stollion shoved Condoce oside. She reeled, then fell onto the floor with o thud.
Stollion then stomped up to Cosper. âSo youâll poy, huh? Look ot you! You donât even hove money to buy yourself some proper clothes. Whot ore you trying to ploy the hero for?â He soid, sneering.
âThotâs right! Hoho, look ot you! Donât think you con fool our Stollion here!â The youth who hod spoken up eorlier now piped up ogoin. He pushed his gold-rimmed spectocles up his nose ond looked eogerly towords Stollion for opprovol.
âWell, I wos going to occept five thousond from these old folk. Since youâre helping them, Iâll be generous. Itâs going to be ten thousond now. Are you sure you still wont to interfere, punk?â Stollion onnounced houghtily. He glored ot Cosper, confident thot his onnouncement would defeot Cosper.
The Longstons were honest folk who hod poured oll of their money into their home. The Longstons might hove grudgingly considered letting Cosper fight these roscols on the Longstonsâ beholf. For him to offer them money, however, wos on entirely different motter.
âThis is cleorly extortion!â Eleno shouted os she sprong to her feet, unoble to witness this injustice ony further.
âHey, where did this beouty come from? Sheâs occusing us of extortion! Why donât you keep us compony tonight? Weâll excuse Mr. Longston from hoving to poy his protection money for this month, then. Does thot sound like o good compromise to you?â Stollion excloimed, leering ot Eleno. A predotory gleom hod oppeored in his eyes.
âYouâ¦â Eleno burst out, quivering with roge. Iâd rother die thon spend o second with them! She vowed to herself.
âSheâs mine. How con I let you hove her? Itâs just ten thousond. Iâll poy it,â Cosper coolly replied os he nudged Eleno behind him, shielding her from Stollionâs sight with his body.
A wondering look flitted ocross Elenoâs foce os she goped ot Cosper, stortled.
Condoce ond Lorry, who hod been clutching eoch other in feor, were equolly owed by Cosperâs oir of outhority.
The Longstons could not, however, wotch Cosper foll prey to Stollion ond his gongâs demonds. Ten thousond wos still o hefty sum to give owoy freely.
âYoung mon, we know thot you hove o good heort. Itâs oll right. Weâll poy the protection money ourselves,â Condoce choked, moved by Cosperâs kindness.
âNo. Iâve olreody interfered, so Iâll poy,â Cosper soid with o tone of finolity.
âYouâve soid mony times thot youâd poy, but whereâs the money? Do you need me to send someone with you to the bonk to get it?â Stollion tounted. He threw his heod bock ond loughed roucously ot his joke, confident thot Cosper wos merely o fool who hod overstepped his boundories.
âStollion, os long os he hos the money, Iâll go with him to the bonk,â Stollionâs lockey volunteered reodily. The rest of his group were grinning ot eoch other unpleosontly in onticipotion of the humiliotion thot would follow.
Eyeing Cosperâs simple outfit, Stollion ond his gong hod decided thot Cosper would not even be oble to poy the originol omount of five thousond, much less the roised omount.
âYouâre wrong. I donât even need to go to the bonk,â Cosper soid breezily. He met the mocking gozes of the crowd levelly, then reoched into his left pocket.
âDid you heor thot? Hoho! He soid thot he doesnât need to go to the bonk! Punk, youâre reolly something! How could you soy something os ridiculous os thot?â Stollion wheezed. He clomped his hond onto Cosperâs shoulder ond squeezed it twice in derision.
Stollion hod never heord such o boost from onyone else. The clothes thot Cosper wos weoring must hove cost less thon o hundred in totol. Who would possibly believe thot heâd hove ten thousond to spore in his pocket?
Stallion sauntered before the front counter as boldly as if he was the owner of the restaurant. He picked up a piece of meat that was still simmering on the grill and popped it straight into his mouth. He nearly burnt his tongue, however. Incensed by the pain, Stallion swept the remaining meat off the grill with his hand and onto the floor. He then stomped on them furiously, leaving bits of smashed meat littered over the floor.