Back at the forest.
Carlos' spy came out of his hiding spot after mAkinag sure that Sergio and Alfredo had left the forest, he tried to see their faces but because of the darkest of the night, he couldn't.
They only thought Akira was the only person that saw them not knowing that someone else have seen them, but he haven't seen their faces
He decided to inform Carlos' son, he slid his hands into his pants and brought out his phone.
He looks just like a mafia too, his rough dirty dressing has explained it all.
He was the spy of late Carlos and everything happened right in front of his eyes.
He placed a call to Antonio, Carlos' son.
*
Antonio was arranging his clothes inside his wardrobe, he just returned from London and he is so excited to meet his dad after a long time, he called him a few minutes later informing him that he is on his way and will be back in no time.
He entered the bathroom and had a quick bath then returned to the room to dry his hair with a towel.
His phone suddenly rings and it's an unknown number.
He kept the towel on the bed and slid to answer.
📞"hey, please am I speAkinag with Antonio?" The caller asked in a fainting voice, Antonio could sense the fear in his voice.
📞"Yes, I am, how did you get my number?" Antonio asked and what he heard next shocked him.
📞"I'm your father's spy and while he was returning from his Farmhouse, he was attacked and was killed ruthlessly by two Mafia leaders." The caller said.
📞"No, no, there must be a mistake somewhere, my father is alive, he can't die, please tell me it's a joke." Antonio pleaded, crying.
📞"I also wish I'm joking so master Carlo can still be alive, I'm so sorry, how else will I get your number if not from his phone, and if you don't believe me, you can come to see for yourself." The caller said and hung off.
Antonio sat on the floor crying.
"No, my father can't just die, I have to go see for myself, and if that happens, that guy was joking, I won't take it easy on him." Antonio said and quickly dressed up; he carried his car key and entered his car then drove speedily out of the compound, with every minute, his fear increased.
After a while of driving, he arrived at the forest and he saw the spy.
Antonio knew from then that he wasn't joking, but he still had an atom of hope that it may not be his own father, he can be anyone but definitely not his father.
"Come with me." The spy said Antonio restlessly walked with him and what he saw next made him gasp loudly, he then fell to the ground crying.
"No father, this can't be you, you promised to come home just to see me, please open your eyes, don't leave me." Antonio cried.
"Maybe we should call the ambulance, he may still be alive." Antonio said.
"I'm sorry Antonio, but your father is dead, they killed him, there is no way he could survive 20 bullets in him with two cuts of knife." The spy replied.
"Whoever did this to him, I will take revenge on my father, and I will report this to the police." Antonio vowed.
"Your father's killers are no normal people, they are mafia's and feared by all, even the government can't do anything to them, trust me, reporting to the police will not help in any way, this isn't London that law works, right in this country, only those that have power rules and control everyone, even if they decide to kill an entire village, import and export hard drugs, no one can say anything to them, and if someone dares stop them, then death will be his sentence." The spy said.
"Are you telling me to let things go? To let the death of my father go in vain? Is that what you are trying to tell me?" Antonio yelled.
"No, I never said you should forgive this, but instead of reporting to the police, we can take revenge in another way without involving the law." He said.
"I will do that only after reporting to the police and if there is no positive response, then I will go with your plans." Antonio replied.
**Police station**
Antonio drove into the police station; he parked his car and entered.
"Excuse me, sir." Antonio said.
"Yes, how may I help you?" The officer asked.
"My dad was killed by some Mafia gangs. Please, you need to arrest them." Antonio replied.
"Oh, young boy and you think we will agree with this? You just came to our office to report that a Mafia killed your father, who knows if you are the one that killed him." The police officer replied and Antonio was surprised.
"He is my dad, how can I kill him, look I'm serious, I want to do this according to the law, I'm reporting a murder case of my father and you are tAkinag it for granted what kind of an officer are you!"
Antonio yelled.
"Don't yell at me, u can decide to lock you up right now and no one can remove you from this cell, so young man, watch your tongue and know who you are talking to." The officer said.
"This is so unbelievable, what should I do? I'm sure they killed him, why can't you understand." Antonio said.
"Because you don't have any evidence, you don't even know their names, so how do you expect us to arrest them without knowing their names and without any concrete evidence, that's not how the law works." The officer said.
"That's how it works, I have reported to you and you have to investigate the whole thing and find the murderer, but you are tAkinag this for granted, shame on you, feeding your selves with corruption, I'm more than disappointed." Antonio said and left the police station angrily.
He entered his car crying and returned home. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened at the police station. If the police can't help society then what's the need for them anyways? No need, he cried as he stared at some of his pictures with his father, he remembered all the memories of his dad and wept, this is so painful to him, even more, painful that the police care less about it, seeing his father killed ruthlessly in a pool of his blood without any mercy pains him even more.
He sat on the couch next to him and wiped his tears though more kept falling.
"The spy was right, involving the police won't solve anything, the killers might have bribed them, I should have known the difference between London and here, I won't let father's death go in vain, if I answer my name Antonio Carlos, then I vowed to find them, and killed them, with my own very hands." He soliloquies and he vowed to find them and kill them; they have touched the wrong person.