A high-definition Mercedes-benz biome shows up early during sunrise at 'The Cruise Family ' Mansion after a landing at the international airport. A chauffeur disembarks, assisting his boss. Suitcase, he held and dashed in.

"Hey, there, he is, uh?" His arms clogged the visitor, passionately. "Ethan. I know you've been relishing the experience of your vacation; I know you'd be dying to inquire about home affairs. You have to rest now. We've got lots to dig into but you know that feeling..."

"All work, no play, makes Jack a dull boy."

"Yeah, precisely. You really carve it out, son. I'm enthusiastic to see you in person again after those seasons of vacation."

"I feel the same here, Don Emilio."

Their eyes met instantly and broke in silence. Ethan's eyes explore the furnished albums on the wall. "How are Maxwell, Julian, and the households?"

"Oh. Come on now. They're doing the usual thing you see." His eyes narrow in surveillance against Ethan's suit. "Ah. Now go get a shower. You stink extremely after such a weary trip."

Ethan examines the old man closely. His eyes were feeble and reluctant. "Something must be wrong." He reasoned.

"Don Emilio, where is mum?"

"What do you think? Women tend to be tactical in the kitchen." They both laugh in unison.

"I have something to tell you after this. Big time, son. The Montenegro's are up again. I'm glad you're back."

"I bet this was coming after I sent their boss six feet under." Ethan drinks from the glass cup.

"Yes. We got to be fucking circumspect now. The Montenegros stand no chance of letting go."

His footsteps approach the newspaper on the table.

' The deputy Governor quagmire to neutralize syndicates involved in societal tensions.' Flipping the page away, he gnashed his teeth in a fit of rage. "Nonsense. What does the government do for the society? Nothing. All they do is entrust their useless law enforcement agencies into a risky agreement under the name of protection. Citizens die unnecessarily. A vigilante shows up, they call them terrorists."

"I swear, Ethan. One day we will silence that fucking deputy Governor. He's going to feel the fist of the oppressed."

Hanging his suit, he took his towel and advanced to the bathroom.

***** *****

Lifting the filled cup, he consumes its content while his attention is divided by a slice of the incident. He makes for the lighter but is disappointed.

"Ya! The only thing these idiots can do is to get their finger-stealing. Darn it, I will cut their hands soon." He breathes loudly after taking a shot. A gun clinked from its trigger, and he flinched.

"Packer. It's been a while." He lights the cigarette and smokes it on Packer's nose.

"Nathan. You scumbag. I thought we've settled this?"

"No. Actually. I think we're just beginning." A gunshot echoes loudly. "Dispose off his body in the sea. Don't let the cops. You know what I mean."

"Yes, boss." His men shiver quietly whilst they conveyed the corpse.

"Hello," Nathan answers the caller.

"Come visit darling. Are you intentionally avoiding me?"

"No. Come on babe. I just got to get rid of some shit. I would be back in 20 minutes."

" I've concocted your favorite, honey."

"Oh, I should not criticize your gesture. I pledge to be back home early." Nathan closes the car door.

"I hear that all the time. You're always promising, yet you don't keep them."

"Come on, sweetheart, you're doubting me?"

"You have to show me, Nathan. You've been like this since our relationship started two years ago."

The car tire screeches instantly. "Ah. Oh, darling, I got to hang up. The traffic is high here."

"Alright, I love you."

The smoke from the car exhaust signifies a new engine from its model.

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Ethan lights up the cigarette and releases the smoke. His head was fixed on the beautiful garden saturated with butterflies and chrysanthemum flowers. The birds kept chirping, yet the sun shone brightly.

"Ethan, son." Emilio said taking a seat." I'm enthused you modified your mind." He stretched for Ethan's palm. "I'm optimistic we can get along pretty well this time around."

Ethan's eyes betrayed confidence in Emilio's previous concealment. "I still don't get why you did that." His curiosity was raised at an earnest request. "Please tell me something."

Emilio heaved an eye on him, took a deep breath, and drank the red bottles. "There are things you don't ought to know. I'm sorry, Ethan. I hope you understand."

"No problem, Don Emilio. I will heed your advice."

Emilio scoffs. Taping him on his back. "That's why I trust you. The Vengeance League contacted me 30 minutes ago. Richardson had betrayed our Union. You have to get rid of him before he becomes a bone in our throat. Do you accept backstabbing, Ethan?"

"No."

"So, I hope you get it done ASAP. Don't let the bastard escape death."

He hands a revolver to Ethan. "I think this should do. There's a saiga 12 under your bed. Use it if option A fails."

Emilio's footsteps head to a nearby inn, leaving the young boy isolated.

He approached his Saiga 12 handgun and reloaded the bullets. He held his attached case and wore his bulletproof. The radio nearby beeps.

"I've got Intel. Richardson is heading to Chinatown. You have to watch out for his men." The radio went off.

The Old 405 salon car screeches its way down the town.

"I'm heading to Chinatown now." Ethan caught up with Richardson. His men were interrupting him. "Shit!" Bringing out his gun, he succeeded in destroying most of the cars. He reloaded his gun and shot at Richardson's car. Shit! He missed. Two police vehicles were on his tail. "Fuck"

"Ethan you have to retreat. The fuzz are getting involved."

"Fuck the Fuzz. I will get this done. I give you my word."

The car door ajar, Ethan rolled out of it, leaving the car abruptly. He launched the rocket arm toward Richardson, and it exploded noisily, causing damage to shops and pedestrians.

"It's done." Ethan stole a vehicle and took a photograph of the damaged car. He changed his car to avoid being caught up by the fuzz. That piled up to Nicholas's premises.

The door slams. The room looks quite serene like a graveyard.

"Hello is anyone home?"

Ethan's eyes survey the blood on the floor.

"Hey, my bro. How's it been eh?" Nikolas hugs him.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Opening his suitcase, he hands over the photo to him.

"So the bastard finally got what he deserves. I knew it was a splendid idea to see you return."

"Come on, stop kicking my legs. That was nothing."

His palm rests on Ethan's shoulder. "Don Emilio made no fallacy bringing you to this organization."

"Don't praise me, Nicholas. I'm just a commoner." Ethan lights up the cigarette. "I need to go now. See you around."

"Wait. You're okay, right?"

"Of course. Why?"

"Don Emilio never told you his reasons for what he did 7 years ago."

"He said I'm not supposed to know everything, so. I guess he's right. I think I shouldn't be too nosy after all."

Nicholas scoffs at racism. His eyelashes moved restlessly in their socket.

"No wonder Boss loves you more than other members. I wish I'm just like you."

"Come on. You're just like him. You two kept plaudit on me as if I'm a saint." Nicholas observes the young boy stroll down the streets.