Chapter 1

"Where am I?, what is this place?" various questions passed through Alex's mind.

The last thing he could remember was playing Mafia city on his PC the night before.

Trying to open his eyes, he felt a force resisting his attempts at regaining vision.

~Crash~

"Ahhhh!"

While battling with his apparent lack of vision, the sounds of furniture crashing, glass breaking and women shrieking could be heard.

'What was that' he tried opening his eyes once again, but like before it seemed to be a futile effort. Abandoning his eyes, he tried to move his body but like his eyes, his body was not responding.

'Whats happening'

"Please take what you want, but please don't harm my young master"

Hearing some vivid voices around him, he tried to understand what was going on.

'Young master? who is that?' he pondered when suddenly like a wave smashing into the coast, information forcefully found its place into its head.

The image of a young boy playing in the sand with a man and a woman could be seen.

The image changed to when the boy who seemed to be a year or two years older, sitting beside a bed, tears dripping from his eyes as he stared at the corpses of two people. The scene changed once more to the image of a child falling off a horse and being kicked In the head before everything went dark.

"Ahhhh" Sitting up from pain, max held his hands to his head as he screamed in pain.

"Young master." panicked voices rang out as various people crowded around the bed.

"We will handle the matter about the debt later, for now we have to take care of our young Master." That was the last thing Alex heard before blacking out.

Being in darkness again, Alex sat in a cross legged pose, trying to sort out his new memories.

The owner of the body was a 15year old boy whose name was surprisingly Alex, who belonged to a family of falling nobles. Alex had lost his parents at a young age of fifteen making him the head of the family's business, but Instead of folding under all the pressure he was put under, he learnt how to manage his family's businesses, and manage the affairs of his family. Unfortunately the owner had met his end after trying to learn how to ride a horse. He tried gathering more information, when the darkness suddenly cracked revealing light at the other side.

Sitting up like a spring, Alex scanned around in haste, trying to get a sense of where he was, when suddenly a memory slipped into his head.

"Oh so this is my room huh" Looking at the room, he noticed that the decorations seemed to be a made after retro version of a new York villa, consisting of a big ass bed that he currently was in, a mirror adjacent to the foot of the bed, a cupboard that sat at a corner in the room, while a chandelier brightened up the place.

~Knock knock knock~

Knocking brought him out of his stupor.

"Hello young master are you up" Putting a head through a small space, a woman who looked to be in her teens or early twenties appeared.

Alex stared at her straight in the eyes, while she did the same

"Ahhhh young master, you're supposed to be resting, not walking around." She burst through the door in haste and appeared beside mark in a second.

"Young master are you okay, are you hurt anywhere" she asked question after question, overwhelming Alex to the point of silence.

Alex with a look of helplessness across his face just sat there, listening to the rambling of the maid.

The door opened once more, but this time it was an elderly lady who entered the room. It would seem that the noise that the young maid was making had attracted her. Her eyes scanned the room, stopping at the scene of the young maid launching question after question, while the young master just sat up on the bed looking helpless. Understanding the situation, a thick red vein bulged, covering a good portion of her forehead.

"What do you think you're doing" she shrieked, "Get away from the young master before you injure him with your boorish hands."

With graceful steps unbefitting of her age, she clamped her hands on the female maids shoulder before launching her towards the door.

Her eyes softened when she met Mark's own, "Young master are you ok, do you feel pain anywhere " She slowly but surely probed everywhere on his body as she asked him questions.

Mark tried to answer, but like before something restricted him, so he could only just stare silently at her.

Noticing her young master's unusual silence the older maid became worried.

"Young master please rest more. You follow me downstairs, don't disturb the young master anymore" she said before dragging the young maid off

It was when Alex heard the clicking sound of the door did he finally calm down.

From the way the maids acted, Alex could tell that they truly cared for him. He was touched by their behavior, but right now he just needed space to gather his thoughts. Laying back on the bed, Alex started going through his new found memories.

This world is in the 1940's New York City, where law and order was just having a foot in the city. In this time and day, it was the gangs and mafia who held the true power in the city. robberies, shootouts and some other things happened on a daily basis, making the city a very unsafe place to be at night.

In this city, there are eight families who are called the noble families by anyone who understands even a bit of street politics.

The noble families were families who were either business tycoons or political tycoons, but what most of the public did not know was that these noble families all had attachments to the eight biggest mafia in the city.

The original owner of Alex body was part of the Perroti family, in charge of arms distribution throughout the city. His father had told him that when he was of age, he would be the one to take over the family business, but that was before he died.

After his father's death, the family's businesses started to struggle. Whether it be pubs or whorehouses, each and every business that his family owned was slowly but surely taken over by other gangs.

After sorting through the body's memories, Alex became confused.

If the body's owner was struggling, why didn't his relatives send any help at all. Although not much, memories of the body's uncles and aunts were shown once in a while. But in his time of need, they tucked tail and watched. Alex could sense a scheme was afoot.