The Courtroom.
Estefania's shout was immediately silenced by court officers.
She had to sit down obediently.
The handsome neighbor who had driven Estefania glanced at Steve, then decisively turned and left.
After all, having slept with another man's wife, hanging around here felt a bit inappropriate.
Fiona's head was buzzing. The emotions churning in her chest were indescribable. She could only stare at Steve in disbelief as she was guided to her seat by the staff.
Lip and Debbie reacted much the same way.
Steve kept his head down, silent.
What could he say at this point?
Whatever. It didn't matter anymore.
After everything that happened, getting dragged down this far by the damn Gallaghers...
Steve had made up his mind. Once he walked out of here, he would never have any contact with the cursed Gallagher family again!
Fxxk the Gallaghers! Fxxk Fiona!
Fxxk love!
Moments later.
The four defendants were seated in a row.
Fiona, Lip, and Debbie continued to glare at Steve. Their eyes were filled with malice, anger, and shock... a colorful display of emotions.
The scene was ridiculously funny.
Dexter sat in the gallery, thoroughly amused.
Comrade Fiona, the "hundred-man slayer" who lied as easily as breathing and considered herself a clever scammer, had just been played like a fiddle by Comrade Steve...
Truly entertaining.
Soon.
The trial began.
Because Davis Brown's family didn't press charges against the four, and the prosecution was handled by the DA's office—with whom Lawyer William had already reached an agreement...
The trial was just a formality. Within minutes, the verdict was delivered.
Fiona was acquitted and released immediately. Lip and Steve needed to process some paperwork, then they could leave.
As for Debbie, she was to be immediately transferred to the Cook County Juvenile Detention Center to begin her one-year sentence.
Consequently.
Quite logically, when the bailiffs grabbed Debbie's arms to take her away, Debbie cried out in agony, her wails heart-wrenching...
"Fiona! Lip!"
"I'm scared..."
"What am I gonna do..."
In this moment, even though they knew this was coming and thought they were mentally prepared, Fiona and Lip couldn't control their despair. Tears streamed down their faces.
"You'll be okay. I'll come visit you..." Fiona cried.
"Debbie, trust me, I won't let anything happen to you..." Lip wept silently, giving Debbie a promise he absolutely couldn't keep with total conviction.
Just like that, the three Gallaghers staged a grand drama of familial love in the courtroom.
Dexter watched for a few seconds, felt nauseous, and looked away. He shifted his gaze to Carl and Ian.
He found it interesting.
Comrade Carl not only didn't cry but looked at Debbie with anticipation, as if he wished he could go to juvie instead of her to play...
No problem there.
God Carl was a bit slow; this reaction was normal.
But Ian was also very calm. He was tapping away on his phone, seemingly texting someone... That was abnormal.
Does this guy have bipolar disorder already?
Or is he just emotionally detached?
Dexter thought for a moment and smiled faintly.
The Gallagher family... heh.
A short while later.
Debbie was taken away, and Fiona and the others were led out.
This chapter of the saga had come to a close.
Dexter stood up and called to Carl. "Carl, let's wait outside."
Carl heard him, looked away from the door Debbie disappeared through, and nodded.
The four of them started to move.
Dexter didn't rush out. Instead, he walked straight over to Estefania, who had just stood up. "Hi there. I'm a friend of Steve's. Why don't you wait outside with us?"
Estefania was already flustered and lost. She couldn't find the handsome neighbor and didn't know what to do. Hearing this, she perked up instantly, delighted. "Yes, yes! Thank you!"
After thanking him joyfully, Estefania quickly sized Dexter up.
One look.
So handsome!
A flirtatious smile appeared on Estefania's face. Then, purely on instinct, her gaze dropped to Dexter crotch.
Looks big.
Estefania licked her lips. Without hesitation, she linked her arm through Dexter and deliberately rubbed her chest against him. "I come on with you."
Ian saw this and heard her broken English. He couldn't help but chuckle. He didn't say anything, just picked up Liam and sped up, leading Carl outside so as not to interrupt Dexter good time.
Dexter naturally felt Estefania's chest.
Hmm. Not huge, but decent. No bra, quite soft.
Gotta say.
He really wanted to fk Estefania.
This Brazilian chick would definitely be a wild ride.
Unfortunately.
Being with Bianca was genuinely comfortable. Ruining things with Bianca for a Brazilian fling wasn't worth it.
So, he'd just take advantage of the free touches for now.
Later, he could take this chick to another world and play with her however he wanted. Three holes at once.
Dexter walked out, musing with a smile.
Estefania, the peanut butter teacher Blake Collins, the MIT cougar professor...
That's three. Which world should I go to?
Thinking about it, Dexter led Estefania to the courthouse entrance, meeting up with Ian and the others.
Carl finally noticed Estefania holding Dexter arm. He was shocked and envious. He gave a cocky grin and gave Dexter a thumbs up. "Nice!"
Praised by Carl and seeing his expression, Dexter had an idea. He smoothly disengaged from Estefania, pointed at Carl, and smiled at her. "Carl likes you. He thinks you're very pretty."
Estefania understood this simple English.
Women love being called pretty.
Estefania immediately smiled at Carl, then squatted down in front of him. "Little boy, I like you too."
When Estefania squatted...
Carl looked straight down the front of her dress and saw a pair of large, white breasts. His eyes went straight.
Dexter saw this and grinned brilliantly.
Ian noticed too. He was speechless but decided not to say anything.
"Nice!" Carl was genuinely happy.
Estefania noticed Carl's gaze a moment later. Instead of minding, she reached up and adjusted her chest, lifting them slightly.
That lift was like a lightning strike.
Ten-year-old Carl got a boner.
Dexter , cigarette in mouth, saw it instantly because he was watching.
Haha.
This is too fking funny.
Dexter beamed with amusement.
---
About fifteen minutes later.
Fiona and Lip walked out of the courthouse fast, faces dark as thunderclouds, expressions ugly as sin. They appeared in Dexter view.
Steve followed shortly after, looking cold.
Seeing Dexter and the group.
Fiona and Lip walked over immediately.
At the same time.
seeing Steve, Estefania shouted excitedly and ran to him. "Steve! Steve!"
Despite her high heels, Estefania moved fast. In a blink, she threw herself onto Steve and started kissing him passionately.
Fiona, who had just reached Ian and Carl, watched this unfold. Her eyes practically shot fire, anger overflowing from her face.
In an instant, Fiona ground her teeth, her already dark face twisting into a hideous grimace.
Steve saw it but ignored her. He waited for Estefania to finish her affection, then led her over to Dexter.
"Dexter , thanks. How much was the lawyer? I'll pay half, is that okay?" Compared to Fiona and the others, Steve was a saint.
Dexter smiled. "About five hours total. Ten thousand dollars. You pay a quarter."
In reality, Dexter spent fifty thousand.
The extra forty thousand was an "additional payment," not normal legal fees.
But it was just money. Dexter didn't care.
In fact, getting to watch such a spectacular show and seeing the three Gallaghers suffer this much made it worth every penny.
Hearing this.
Fiona and Lip's expressions changed drastically.
The reason was simple.
Dexter meaning was clear.
Steve pays a quarter.
The remaining three-quarters fall on them.
Instantly, Fiona had another target for her rage: Dexter.
Ironically.
Fiona knew deep down they should pay. Dexter wasn't family; why should he foot the bill? The problem was... seven thousand five hundred dollars? How were they supposed to pay that?
The impossibility of paying was the real source of her anger.
Steve knew a bit about Dexter relationship with the Gallaghers and understood Dexter intent. He smiled. "Okay. I'll drop by your restaurant tomorrow to pay you back. Thanks again."
"No problem," Dexter smiled back.
"See you tomorrow then. I'm going," Steve said, turning to leave without even looking at Fiona.
Seeing this.
Fiona couldn't hold it back anymore. Rage erupted like a volcano. She roared at Steve, "Jimmy!"
Steve turned to look at Fiona with a complicated expression, but said nothing. He just looked at her.
Seeing Steve's reaction...
Fxxk it.
Her bitchiness and double standards exploded simultaneously. Fiona took a large stride toward Steve and, with lightning speed, slapped him across the face.
Smack!
It was a heavy slap. The sound was incredibly loud.
Steve's head snapped to the side, his cheek stinging.
Lip, Ian, and Carl watched, motionless.
Dexter watched too.
But someone moved!
As Steve's wife, watching her husband get hit, Estefania lost her temper instantly. She moved, punching Fiona straight in the face.
Thud!
A dull sound.
Fiona was caught off guard. She staggered, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.
"Fxxk you! Bitch! You dare hit my husband? I kill you!" As a drug lord's daughter, Estefania wasn't afraid of a fight. She screamed fiercely at Fiona.
Seeing Fiona get hit, Lip immediately supported her. Veins popped on his forehead as he prepared to beat Estefania.
Steve moved!
After what happened in the cell last night, Steve hated Lip to the bone and had sworn to destroy him. He immediately stepped in front of Estefania, displaying a fierceness he had never shown before. "Lip! Try it! Her father is a cartel boss. Come on, touch her. I want to see how you die!"
Hearing this.
Lip froze. He was scared.
Arrogance didn't work in situations like this.
Fiona, face covered in tears, was naturally even more terrified. She cried out urgently, "Lip, let's go! Go!"
That was an out.
"Jimmy! This isn't over!" Lip took the out smartly, throwing down a tough-sounding threat before turning to help Fiona up.
Before leaving.
Lip glared at Dexter with venomous eyes.
The next second.
Without a word of thanks, Lip silently supported Fiona as they walked toward the street.
Fiona didn't forget Ian and the others. She called out weakly, "Ian, Carl, bring Liam. Let's go."
Hearing this.
Ian decisively picked up Liam and thanked Dexter . "Thanks."
After thanking him, Ian followed Lip and Fiona with Liam.
Carl didn't move.
Fiona realized immediately. She couldn't believe it and almost screamed, "Carl!"
Carl wasn't deaf. He heard her. But instinctively, he didn't want to go with them.
He couldn't explain why.
Anyway, Carl didn't move.
Faced with Carl's reaction...
If a heart could have cracks, then right now, Fiona's heart—already battered by the kidnapping and Steve—was shattering piece by piece...
God knows how much pain Fiona felt in that moment.
Dexter , genuinely surprised and delighted, glanced at Fiona. Honestly, he couldn't imagine her pain.
But what did it have to do with him?
Dexter spoke up, saying to Carl, "Let's go."
Carl nodded and moved.
Yes, exactly.
Salt in the wound.
Effectiveness: Maximum.
Instantly.
Fiona, who was being supported by Lip, lost all strength and collapsed to the ground.
Dexter saw it, ignored it, and turned to Steve and Estefania. "Steve, hop in. I'll give you guys a ride back."
Steve saw Fiona's reaction too. He also ignored it and nodded. "Okay."
Dexter and the four left, walking away without looking back.
Fiona lay on the ground, watching helplessly as her world spun. She broke down sobbing uncontrollably.
Lip watched Dexter leave, hatred churning in his chest like a storm, grinding his teeth loudly.
Ian held Liam, looking back and forth between Dexter group and the collapsed Fiona and angry Lip. He had a massive headache. All he could do was sigh.
Sigh.
---
The Gallagher House.
Home, sweet home!
Fiona, soul-crushed, followed Lip, Ian, and Liam all the way back via bus, train, and walking. Finally, they arrived at the door.
The four stopped in unison, looking at the dilapidated Gallagher house.
Fiona felt like she had been gone for a lifetime, even though it was only a day.
After a few seconds of silence, Lip spoke. "Let's go in."
They walked inside, steps heavy.
In the living room.
Frank hadn't woken up yet. He was snoring on the sofa.
Seeing Frank, for some reason, Fiona suddenly felt a little better. It felt like home.
Probably because Frank was family, after all.
Lip didn't share the sentiment. He glanced at Frank with disgust, looked away, and said, "Ian, come help. Let's make some food."
Ian cooperated, quickly putting Liam on the dirty sofa and walking to the kitchen.
Neither Lip nor Ian disturbed Fiona.
Fiona stood there, lost, staring blankly at the living room.
Her eyes landed on Debbie's things.
Instantly, the dam broke. Tears rolled down her cheeks like rain.
Minutes later.
Not knowing how she got there, Fiona was lying on Debbie's bed, smelling Debbie's scent, wailing loudly.
Kitchen.
Lip and Ian heard Fiona crying.
They both looked up.
Lip took out a cigarette and lit it. "It's gonna take her days to recover."
Ian nodded in agreement. "At least a week."
Lip exhaled smoke. "Let's say a week. For this week, we have to take care of the house. We need money. The fridge is empty. Need to buy food."
"I'll go to the park later to sell some stuff, get some cash. What about you? When's your next paycheck?"
Ian smiled bitterly. "I took an advance to pay the rent a few days ago. Next check isn't until next week."
Lip thought for a moment. "Can you find another job? Make a little extra money?"
Ian was helpless. "I'll go out later and try."
Lip took another hard drag. "We might have to sell some stuff... Now that Debbie's gone, no one really watches TV. If we have to, we sell it."
Ian smiled bitterly again, remembering Steve bought that TV. "Yeah."
A penny beats a hero...
The Gallagher house really had no money now.
The journey back today was only possible because Ian had a few tens in his pocket.
The brothers chatted for a while, then focused on making lunch.
Done.
Lip took a portion upstairs to Debbie's room.
Fiona was lying on the bed. Whether she fainted from crying or just cried herself to sleep, she was out cold.
Lip put the food down gently, backed out quietly, returned to the kitchen, ate a simple lunch, and prepared to leave.
"Ian, house is yours. I'm going to make money," Lip lit a cigarette, unplugged his phone from the charger, dropped the sentence, and walked quickly to the backyard.
Ian didn't respond.
Walking down the back stairs, Lip called Karen.
His phone had died yesterday amidst all the chaos. He hadn't been able to contact Karen on the way back and missed her.
The call connected quickly.
"Yo," Lip returned to his usual self, arrogant as ever. "I'm out. If you're not busy, let's go sell at the park."
Hearing this.
Karen laughed silently, realizing Lip definitely hadn't checked the truck yet. She agreed readily. "Okay, I'll be right there."
"Waiting for you," Lip said coolly, hung up, and walked toward the truck with high spirits.
At the same time.
Karen smiled, turned off the AC she bought yesterday, and walked out quickly.
Gallagher Backyard.
Lip reached the beat-up truck, pulled open the door, and looked...
Boom!
His brain exploded!
In that instant.
Lip couldn't believe his eyes.
Two seconds later.
"Fxxk!" Rage shot to the top of his skull. Lip roared, the sound shaking the sky.
He rushed into the truck, frantically checking the hiding spot for the weed...
Meanwhile.
Hearing Lip's roar, Ian rushed out of the house to the back door. "What happened?"
Lip didn't answer. He was tearing apart the truck looking for the stash.
Gone. Gone. Gone!
The loose weed, the rolled joints...
Everything was gone. Cleaned out!
"Fxxk!!!!" Faced with this cruel reality, Lip went insane. His face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead. He jumped out of the truck with a savage expression, screaming and kicking the vehicle, venting years of pent-up rage.
Ian, confused, ran down the stairs to the crazed Lip.
Ding-dong.
One look inside the truck, and Ian swallowed his question. Then, he almost wanted to laugh.
Not out of happiness, but out of sheer absurdity and sorrow.
Disaster after disaster falling on the Gallagher house, endlessly...
No wonder Carl didn't want to come back...
Fk this. Who would want to come back?
Heh. Heh.
Lip was still raging, screaming like a mad dog, cursing everyone.
"Which bastard did this!"
"Fxxk!"
"Daring to steal my stuff!"
"..."
Lip cursed!
See, when it comes to double standards, Lip doesn't lose to Fiona.
Over the years, how much stuff had the Gallaghers stolen from others?
Heh.
Lip cursed and cursed, then his eyes shifted to the undocumented workers on the empty lot next door. The next second, he suspected them and made to charge over to demand his stuff back.
Ian saw it coming. He grabbed Lip quickly. "Calm the fk down! Look how many of them there are. Even if they stole it, what can you do? Fight them?"
Lip shook with rage but regained a shred of reason. He stopped moving but continued to curse through gritted teeth.
Just then.
Karen drove into the backyard, parked, took a deep breath, put on an innocent smile, got out, and walked toward Lip as if she knew nothing.
Two steps later, seeing Lip's state and hearing his screaming, Karen switched to a worried expression with practiced ease. "Lip, what's wrong?"
Turning to see Karen, Lip finally stopped screaming. "The inventory in the truck was stolen!"
"What? How?" Karen's acting skills flared. She rushed to the truck, looked inside. "Fxxk!"
Karen's acting was truly impressive.
Which was normal.
For the past few months, Karen hadn't been idle. She rented movies, bought books on acting, and studied hard.
She was smart to begin with. After studying for so long, she had to show some results.
At the very least, fooling a sex addict like Lip was no problem.
"Fxxk! Damn bastards!" Lip cursed again.
Karen immediately played the role of the supportive girlfriend, comforting Lip. "Okay, okay, don't hurt yourself. Stuff's gone, we'll just go buy more..."
Under Karen's comfort, Lip calmed down a bit.
Calming down triggered his instinct: he wanted to fk Karen to feel better and distract himself.
"Come inside with me," Lip said.
Karen nodded obediently.
Without another word, they abandoned Ian, rushed back into the house, and disappeared into Lip's room.
Inside the room.
Swish, swish, swish.
Clothes disappeared.
Then, Karen pulled out the prepared, poked condom and put it on Lip.
Done. They fked.
Downstairs.
Abandoned Ian returned to the living room, looked up at the second floor, sighed, and missed Mickey. He wanted to fk Mickey, so he took out his phone.
No messages.
Since yesterday evening until now, Mickey was like a ghost. Silent.
"Fxxk!" Faced with this reality, Ian couldn't help but curse viciously. He put away his phone, went into the downstairs bathroom, and took care of himself.
---
After lunch at Dex Restaurant, Carl went to work with Mickey as if nothing had happened.
Steve wasn't in the mood for lunch. He thanked Dexter , got out of the car, and took Estefania back to the luxury apartment above the Ritz.
Back at the apartment, he showered, fked Estefania hard, and then, having not slept a wink the night before due to fear, closed his eyes and passed out.
Night fell without him noticing.
Woken up by Estefania's oral service, Steve didn't stop her. He checked his watch.
6:30 PM.
Getting late. Steve planned to go out and handle some business.
"Esti, I have to go do something. If you want to play, hurry up and get on top," Steve urged.
"Ok!" Estefania agreed happily, moved, and started riding.
Done.
Steve got up, dressed quickly, gave Estefania a few instructions, and left.
Once outside, Steve pulled out his phone and started making calls.
As a car thief, Steve didn't lack criminal associates.
After a few calls and promises of payment, Steve successfully found three guys willing to break Lip's legs.
"See you soon!" Thinking of the pain Lip was about to suffer, Steve felt incredibly relieved and smiled.
About an hour later.
Steve drove a freshly stolen sedan, picked up his three associates, and headed for 2119 North Wallace.
Steve was indeed a good-tempered guy.
But good-tempered didn't mean no temper.
Getting screwed over by that bastard Lip in the cell last night... heh, that revenge had to be taken!
Break his legs?
Heh. That was just step one!
Step two: Steve planned to ship Lip to Canada overnight!
---
The Gallagher House.
6:30 PM.
Fiona woke up, blinking groggily. She looked at the clock on the wall.
Seeing the time, she woke up instantly. She scrambled up, getting ready for work.
But at this hour, even at top speed, she would be late.
So, completely unaware of the severity of the situation, Fiona hurriedly took out her phone to call Meg at the club. She wanted to apologize for yesterday and ask for a little leniency for being late today.
Result: Phone was dead. Wouldn't turn on.
Fiona was frustrated. She rushed to her room, plugged it in, and waited anxiously.
Waiting, nature called.
Fiona rushed to the bathroom, relieved herself, pulled up her pants, rushed back, and waited.
A few minutes later.
Finally, the phone turned on.
Then.
A text from Meg appeared on the screen.
It was short. Just one sentence.
[Kidnapping a child? You're fired. Never step foot in my club again!]
Staring at the text...
Boom!
Fiona felt her brain shake. She swayed and sat down heavily on the bed behind her.
Fired?
How to make money?
What to eat?
Fiona was going crazy. After a few seconds, she gritted her teeth, stood up, and called Meg. She wanted to explain, beg for a chance...
The waitress job at the club paid really well. Since starting there, she hadn't worked anywhere else.
Now, losing this high income... what to do?
Yes.
Fiona still hadn't fully realized what kind of life she was about to face. Her attention was temporarily focused only on losing the job.
The call didn't go through.
Blocked.
Fiona listened to the busy signal blankly. Her mind went blank for a few seconds before she reacted. She grabbed her phone and rushed out, wanting to borrow Lip or Ian's phone to call Meg.
Lip wasn't home; he went out with Karen in the afternoon to restock and sell. Currently, he was fking like crazy in a dark corner.
Ian was home, watching TV on the sofa.
Quickly.
Ian handed his phone to Fiona. Fiona took it and called Meg.
This time, it connected.
"Meg, it's me, Fiona Gallagher. Please, listen to me explain..." Fiona genuinely thought she could explain her way out of this.
Heh. How naive.
Meg didn't let her finish. She interrupted rudely and sternly. "Don't ever call me again, you child-kidnapping psycho!"
Click. Meg hung up.
Fiona stood there, mouth open, stunned. "..."
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