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Bogotá Colombia

Sebastian José POV

"Incoming visitors today camaradas." (Comrades) I say to my men in the hall, they looked quite confused about what I was saying and I to was confused at why they are here early when there is still a week or two to the big meeting. "¿Qué quieres decir con visitantes entrantes, jefe?" (what do you mean incoming visitors boss?) My handy man Emiliano asked and I chuckled. "Los italianos llegaron temprano y huelo problemas." (The Italians are here early and I smell trouble.) They gasp and I hear little curses from them. Even I am surprised about it yet happy that I get to see my boy after a while,I wonder how big he is now, it's been six fucking years since I last saw him.

That fucking bastard is with him, why the fuck is he with him. Does he want to get killed or what. That prick is never to be trusted at all, look what he did to me and mi familia ( my family) I wish I could get him out of the devils clutches, I wonder what he used to tie him down. Damn, looking back at things I've been through hell in that prick's hand.

Flash back

"Bambino. Vai da tua madre, è rischioso qui, non voglio che tu viva il tipo di vita che ho vissuto io, figliolo." (Child. Go to your mom it's risky here, I don't want you to live the kind of life I lived son.) My dad says as he pushs me away and aim for the head of a guy with the skull sign on him. How do you expect me to not be like you when I've watched you do this my whole life. I'm ten and good with guns and knife, been on missions that got my hands messy and shit like that and you're tell me not to be like you. Fuck that talk, I love this life and would love to live like this.

I pick a gun and start shooting at the others and it was fun watching them die by a little boy's hand.

Dad was quite good but we are losing more man every minute, anymore and we are done for. " Papà, per ora ripieghiamo, qui siamo in perdita!"(Dad let's fall back for now, we are at loss here!) I say from across while shooting, we can't go on like this for long, we'll lose.

Someone caught my eyes while shooting. A young boy my age or younger handling a gun swiftly, he moves smoothly as the wind that I envy his skill or maybe I'm being naive. The sudden attraction was suddenly changed to instant hate when I see his next aim. My Dad. I couldn't do anything at all just watch as time passed slowly as he pulled the trigger at my Dad. Fuck!!! Move dad. Move! Just get your fucking legs out of there! These words where all in my head, they couldn't come out, like I was frozen in time.

With rage I pull out my pocket knife and run to him regardless of all the bullets flying round. "Tua madre, stronza del cazzo! morire!" (You mother fucking cunt! Die!) I say as I stab him in the chest repeatedly. "Why, why,why." I sob on the half dead body of the boy, perché mio padre. (Why my dad) fuck this can't be real. I run to my dads almost dead body.

Cough cough cough

"Bambino. vai da tua mamma. non è sicuro qui, vai in Colombia con tua madre, non tornare qui, qualunque cosa accada." (Child. go to your mom. it's not safe here, go to Colombia with your mother don't come back here no matter what.) He says as blood gushes out of his mouth and he breaths heavily. "Tell your mom I love her and I love ..." He couldn't finish his words as he takes his last breath and I cry with his head in my hands, this isn't right. I'm gonna kill that bastard.

End of flash back

Hell I'm so going to make his life a living hell in Colombia. He has entered my domain and this is where he is going is die. But before that I have to tell Pablo the truth before he fall's prey to him.