Chapter 1

The thick cloud of smoke hovering over the game table was what brought ease over the the tension in the room, the dim room was dead silent like it had been before any sign of life and the pollution.

Bruce drummed his ringed covered fingers on the table producing a faint 'cok cok' 

Vicious eyes watch behind them on alert, hands close to their exterminator, any brisk movement or slight shift could cause blood to spill.

Antonio let out a dry chuckle along with a little puff of smoke, he reach down for a card, not making eye contact with Bruce, deep inside he knew Bruce Baker was just a spoilt daddy's boy, that probably needs a spanking.

"Fifty, fifty, win win." His voice came out croaky.

"Mistake. Win, lose, 30 50 is just the perfect win win." Bruce kept his eyes on his cards with his lips purse.

"Oh Bruce, why so blind?" Antonio hiss.

A small smirk spread across bruce's lips, as he drew a long lasting smoke from his cigarette, "I won, again." He spread three cards on the table, looking up with a grin, exposing his golden canines.

"At times in life we must learn to lose." Antonio got up pulling the cigar from his lips as he grabbed his staff.

bruce equally got up, "What rowan? not everybody is a good loser." He said causing his men to chuckle.

"Hmm." Antonio mumble with a dark smile playing on his lips. While picking up the briefcase, he exchanges look with the man at his right, before walking out of the room humming happily to himself.

As soon as he left the gunfire started, from distances he admired the sparkles and make a song out of the loud BANG BANG.

Once in the car he looked at his left setting beside him was the key of the plan. "Get me my baby, no error would be tolerated." He spoke harshly to his domesticated human like he would say.

The car door flip open letting a boy in black down, collar on the neck, black hair, black mask. He snuck swiftly in the mist of gunfire laying on his stomach as he crept towards the direction of the other briefcase with gold, The TIGER TEAM where distracted with the fight and most of their men were dead.

He got to the bag and successfully grabbed it, pouring every single gold in the backpack he had, he secure the treasure behind his back and was about to slip away when Bruce himself spotted him and started firing.

"FUCKING SHIT! GET HIM!" He yelled when he didn't hit the thief. 

With his height and small features, he quickly dodge past the crowd and make his way out running non stop. The plan was simple all he had to do was run back to the car but a little voice guides to the opposite.

It was the moment or never, with the fortune he had he could travel far and forget about his misery, that is only if he gets away.

Antonio on seeing the little fugutive ordered his men after him.

His feet were little but not weak, he ran more than the average child of his age. He held unto the strap of his bag not looking behind as he ran, he knew them too well the were just behind catching up with his little steps and once they do, he doubt he would be able to work. He ran not only for his freedom but his life.

A short cut was enough to keep them lagging, He launch towards the main road, if he could make it he would be free they won't be able to cross cause some vehicles were coming to occupy the empty road, but if he fails to cross before the cars take over, he never will.

He flung himself on the road with determination and courage rather die than have Antonio get hold of him, just then a truck appeared from nowhere knocking him down. The impact was so brutal he rolled down from the car cap and came in contact with the concrete floor head first.

The lady who owned the car, came down shakingly hurrying to the boy who was struggling to stand mindless of the blood soaking his mask.

"Oh my GOD! I'm so sorry!" she approached him as she pulled her phone out dialing the 911.

He managed to get on his feet and try to limp away even if it was futile, the pain was intense but he knew the pain Antonio would afflict on him would be ten times worse.

"Stay still the ambulance is coming," She said.

He takes another weak step before his kneels gave in and he fell. The woman hurried to him, trying to keep him awake she took off his mask so he could breath, she was so surprise at how innocent he looked, he was just a child.

Two other men in masked approached them, they were both panting and looked disturbed, the first man pulled the boy out of her grips brutally and the other shot her on the arm before they all disappearing.

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Aaron landed on the tiled floor not bothering to relent his fall, he allowed his chest to hit the solid ground and wince at the time, he laid put, panting from the tremendous pain, and too weak to stand, the room was spinning to him, he heard muffled, his eyes wanted to go shut but with the constant hit from his persecutors he was still up. His body was hurting from the accident and he probably needed medical care but who cares? Not Antonio anyway.

"What were you thinking Aaron?" Antonio grabbed his chin roughly just before hitting him on the face, he looked away knowing well that Antonio hates eye contact and prefer when he hung his head.

He could barely stand on his feet they had thrashed him so bad he was covered in blood, from the accident and the whip which had torn the skin on his back making him bleed so much. He bit his bottom lip not wanting to give Antonio the pleasure to hear his screams.

"I warned you A, not once but million of times, I told you I'll not let this slip as easy as I let the other attempts, I guess I'll have to make it a life scar maybe amputation of your both foot or your hands that way you won't be able to escape, maybe your eyes?" He pause to think while pulling out his gun, "Your hands would do," he cocked his gun with his finger on the trigger, Aaron stays still accepting his fate. Nothing could be worst.

"Oh please, I thought you had better to do." The honey voice of miss Cobra caught Antonio off guard, he looked up and rolled his eyes will taking his cigar up to his lips.

"What brings you here," he turn to face her gun still in his grips.

"Heard you caught a big fish today." she moved closer to him heels clicking on the tiled floor.

"Don't dream, senorita, I only have one thing for you." he said adjusting his hat, as he looked up as miss cobra since she was taller than him.

"Get rid of the boy how you please I don't need him anymore, if you're frustrated you know how to take it out." He called out while walking to his car and slamming the door. She looks down at the now past out kid blankly.