Philadelphia, Pennsylvania (USA), 2020
It is a rainy night in Philadelphia City where some of the mafia groups are rumored to be sheltering. New York City being the top rank, Pennsylvania follows the heavy illegal activities of the mafia, yet remained to be undetected, or it is safer to say, ignored.
A mafia code always focuses on loyalty, honor, and justice, so if someone ever breaks either of these codes, they will be punished accordingly, and when the mafia says punishment, it calls for a bloodbath.
Just like tonight, when everyone else is forced inside their houses due to the heavy flow of the water from the night sky, two members of the mafia gang, El Terror Nocturno (The Night Terror) ran for their lives.
"Hurry, Johnson hurry!" the blonde-haired shouted to the man who was left behind. His one leg was injured from a gunshot and his blood was dripping and mixing with the rain flow.
Both of them were wet, but they couldn't care less since they needed to get away from the gang members they just betrayed.
But the injured man was already gasping for air, and his heart began to constrict, "I won't make it even if I try, buddy. J-just go, and give this to my wife and kid, Ross," he gave an envelope full of money as he said his last request.
"But–"
"–I'll be fine! J-just make sure they'll get it, run, and never look back, Ross!" he said. So the other man followed and just as he wanted, he never looked back.
He tried his bed to conceal his presence from his perpetrators, so he dragged himself to a small alley nearby and rested his back on the big trash bin.
"If I stayed here," his breathing became even more unstable, "I might get a chance to survive–" yet he stopped when he heard a click at the backside of his head, followed by a barrel pushed in it.
Someone already cocked the gun on his head, and that's when he smelled death. So he relaxed his whole body unwilling to fight back.
"You really are the night terror Lucien," he said while wearing a smirk on his lips.
"Only to those rascals who pissed me off, and to those people like you who betrayed me," explained the man in his expensive suit holding an umbrella in his right hand, while holding the gun in his left hand.
"We didn't betray you, we just loved our country more than you and your retarded goofy members," said the patriotic man.
"Oh, really. Even if it means exploding your brains right here, right now?"
"I'll be dead anyway, so let me tell you this, why don't you go back to your fucking country and bring those motherfucking goofballs with you?" he shouted, and even before Lucien could respond, his finger already pulled the trigger, and the dead body is now disposed on the side of a trash bin.
"Oops, my fingers got itchy because I couldn't stand the sound of your high-pitched voice. Say hello to the devil for me, Johnson," he laughed and walked away as if nothing happened.
While humming his son's favorite lullaby at the long alley, one of his members anxiously ran towards him screaming and yelling, "Boss! Boss! Hurry!"
So his singing was interrupted and he put on a frown, "What now, Lenux?"
His panting couldn't allow him to speak so he immediately pulled one of his arms and began running, "Boss, you need to come with me!"
"What the hell? Let go, I still need to go after that Ro–"
"There's no time for that, boss! It is your wife! Come on, I'll explain in the car but let's leave," he said worriedly.
And with the magic word he just heard, he found his feet running faster than Lenux. And when they saw the car parked on the street, they immediately got in and Lenux told the driver where they had to go.
On the road, he explained to his boss that his wife suddenly had a heart attack, and she was already on the ground when people came to their house.
His face turned pale believing he just misheard him, "Say it again, I dare you! Say it again!" his loud voice echoed inside the car, and its timber made the car swivel.
"I–I am sorry, boss. That's why we had to–"
"And the baby? Where's my son? Are you sure this isn't an inside job? Where's Mamita? For fuck's sake, tell me!" he started losing his cool.
"Your son is safe, he was found in the bedroom. But the main door and gate were opened. When Senora Victoria came, she immediately ran and checked on both of them, she was also shocked so she's staying in the same hospital."
"Puta! Will you hurry up? I need to see my wife now!" demanded Lucien at their driver.
But despite the traffic rules violation and the overspeeding just to get in time, Cecilia, according to the hospital staff, was dead on arrival.
They could no longer save her. So the only one waiting for Lucien was the body of his dead wife.
And since then, the feared Lucien De Lucca even became more ruthless and savage, whether to a foe or friend.
It has been almost a year, and yet he never opened up, not to anyone.
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Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco (Mexico), 2022 - PRESENT DAY
A continuous ringing of the church bell is heard all over the small town in the coastal area of Puerto Vallarta.
People all await this rhythmic sound not because they are excited to go to church to learn, but because they are longing to see a gorgeous lady like no other and her name is Sister Cammy.
Camilla Suarez or widely known as Sister Cammy is a precious gem not only to the church but to the hearts of young men in their town.
Because of her beauty's influence, people donate and pledge more just so they could see her from time to time. Some even begin serving the church she's staying at so they can freely visit her whenever they want.
Rich young men from all over Mexico even promised her their whole estate property just so she could dump being a nun and be their wife instead.
Yet, Sister Cammy didn't fall for any of their tricks. Instead, she devoted herself to being a nun since childhood, and she has no intention of breaking it, not then not ever.
It is the usual Friday-weekday evening mass in the village, and since it is the last week of this month, one nun will lead the reading and the singing of the solemn hymn, and that nun is happened to be Sister Cammy.
The mass starts at seven in the evening, yet, it is only fifteen minutes before six but the church is already packed with townsmen. If someone was new they would think a celebrity would come.
A few minutes before the mass and the church was completely jammed, some people who couldn't get in just stood and waited at the window.
At exactly seven, the choir came out backstage, followed by some nuns. And now the long wait is over. Wearing her infamous white, and beige tunic with a pink cross in the middle, Sister Cammy stepped forward with a veil covering half of her face.
She then held the open bible with her hands after putting the cross in the middle of it and began singing.
"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound," her angelic voice resonated and echoed inside the small wooden church. It sounded as if an angel has descended and people couldn't help but adore her even more.
All were quiet and focused on her voice while she was singing, feeling every emotion she put in every song lyric. And after a whole-song performance, people were so much happy about it.
And right after her melodic performance, she introduced herself, "Good evening. May the Lord bless all of you for coming here," she started off with a great smile that even angels could sin away.
"We will now go to our reading part, and I, Sister Cammy, will be here to serve you."