"But Sire! Our young master here is already satisfied with his life." said my right hand, Joe.
"Please, Joe, I would prefer that you don't interfere between our request to our son!" said my mother, annihilating any possible arguments against my father. I stand up and brisked my way out of the room to the Limousine outside the main house. Joe soon followed suit and chauffeured me to my private villa. Not really a house meant for a Blackheart, it was just a repurposed guest room. Since, I became a member of the SMC my value skyrocketed hence me needing a house of my own. I begged my father for this house for my own safety, as the Blackhearts turf is the safest for a Blackheart.
The villa was located at the center of a big circular garden which had a diagonal length of 400 m which was enclosed by a thick forest for another 600 m. My villa was an old-fashioned manor which is said to be built in the 1700s. It was 3 stories high and had everything a person could ever need. I, Joe and the 3 Managers followed by 10 other people were the only ones who resided in the whole house. The butler and the housekeeper were efficient with guns. Likewise, it also had a cook who was also efficient in the tactical weaponry.
I slammed open the large doors and entered the hall, threw my overcoat at the armchair and dived at the luxurious sofa. Soon, Joe joined me by sitting at the armchair next to me and said,"Master, I know you hate this, but it is really an order this time. I wanted to deal with this situation myself, but I am not really powerful to have a say in this matter."
Joe Blackheart, 37, was a Blackheart from the branch family in Marahan, a small country near to the Blackhearts territory. He has had the position as my right-hand after he left my late uncle's side back when I was 11. He was a little shorter than me, but was muscular. Furthermore, he always looked older than he was. He had a scar which stretched across his left cheek, which was given by my father when they were fencing at their prime. He was an A grade member of the A.R.M.S. group, a combat group who were subjected to the Blackhearts. Furthermore, he was efficient in guns, explosives, elusive driving, hand-to-hand combat. In addition, he also was good at planning and using strategies, though not even close to my skills in that field he was best suited to be my right hand.
I brush off Jose by saying, "You tried your best, but it was not enough... I kinda expected for this moment to come. Don't worry about it, Joe. It's not like I am going to die."
I pull myself away from the so luxurious of a sofa and headed to my room. It was way past my bedtime. I say, looking back from the stairs, "Joe! Don't forget to pack my stuff, will you? Don't forget yours, either. We are going to Rocksworth."