MarcoOne week.One whole week and my father hasn't made any promising conclusion. Waiting on him might cost me more time. I refused to involve myself in whatever game they are playing. I've a bigger task; taking down the most notorious Drug Lord in America. My spies have given me enough information on Don Joe. The other two men, my father and Big Tom, will have to wait patiently. I need the rank to be able to take down Big Tom successfully. My few years of service under him has given me enough strategies that would work to take him down, and that can't happen without skilled help. The only place I can get such help is taking over my father's position. And now that it looks farfetched, I will have to come back for my title. For now, I need to leave for Vegas.Don Joe should be easy. He's a one man army. A lone wolf. That makes him a easy target for men like me. “another of your nightly travels, eh?” Andrey taunts immediately I step out of my room with my bag packed. “Stay out of my

~~~The plate carshes to the floor without him realizing as he calls on to the other guards.“Who let her out!” Shawn yells, storming into every room. “How did you let her escape your watch!”“She left with Benzo few minutes before you left boss.” one of them responds and for a moment Shawn pauses, reconsidering the new information.“Benzo? He'll never do that without my permission. Find him!” Shawn yells dashing out of the house to the parking lot. There's a missing black car among the fleets. That's definitely the one Maria took along. As he rushes back in to get another car key in search of Maria, he finds a body.In horror, he rushes over to it only to find one of his skilled hitman unconscious, lying on the grass. The same Benzo. “Benzo!” Shawn calls out to him, immediately carrying his heavy body back in. He still has a pulse which only means he should know something.Shawn's guards surround Benzo's body immediately he dropped him at the hall while he dials other numbers includ

~~~“We had him right with us all along and we didn't realize!” detective Griffin slams his fist on his temporary office desk on his apartment after going through the case file of the late Mr Joseph. He had gotten a lead about some drug activities that brought him down to America. Thinking that he was about to pounce on another notorious drug Lord enough to earn him fame. He had intentions of going under cover to carry out more investigation about the mysteriously rich "Mr. Joseph" before the tragic incident that had everyone talking. And now, he's dead. not just that, but it happened right before his very eyes. He thinks of his colleagues back home. How he had been so sure that he would catch him. How he's so close to to rounding off the criminals from Betty. That seems to be his only chance at proving a point and reducing the ridicules awaiting him in Russia. Aside for that, his boss has warned him about another failed attempt. In his boss's words,“Your salary for the next one yea

MarcoWe managed to escape the police. Betty set us up again. She made me hurt Sarah. It’s hard enough for me to believe all these while I’ve been nursing Sara’s death, she had been alive. Somewhere. In danger and most certainly because of me. In a foreign land, it didn't take me up to a day to reveal what I am. But how Betty found out about the murder is something I might never find out, except I force it out of her. All her hidden intentions are begging to come to light. I found a closed store by the street, empty enough to house two potential prisoners for the night. After a quick scan at the road behind, I plunge in. There's a good spot away from the large glasses that could easily reveal our presence. I lay Sarah up on a few stack of small teddies in the store, waiting for her to make the slightest move and then we can make a run for it. Carrying her wouldn't be a smart move. She had a cut on her arm. I stopped the bleeding with a portion of my shirt, leaving me shirtless.

MarcoIt's Sarah. At my door step. Her eyes are swollen and filled with tears. “You’re dangerous Marco maybe more dangerous than my father,” she's talking. All I do is stare like a dummy, listening to her.“...But those were the things I fell for. I can't stay away, Marco. The few minutes I spent out there all alone made me realize that it's you. It has always been you. And for me, this is how it begins. Whatever you are, I want it. All of it.”She ends her statement sharply, pulling me by my collars unexpectedly and sucking at my lips aggressively.I’m too drunk for my weight because I can't pull away. I don’t want to. Whatever I said back at the parking lot, I take them all back. I want her too. I want to be her Don, if that’s what happiness is for her. I want to be everything she wants. I can fulfill all her dreams of a perfect partner. That's not true, but I can try. She’s pulled the strings and I’m ready to be the Marco that’s more than enough for Sarah. One that’s good enough.