Viking

After the drink with Sebastian my confusion level doubled a lot. He looked so serious while saying it, what is really going on here, no, I can't think of two things at a time, I have to pick one. Viking... Who the fuck are they, I need to know everything about them to see if I can piece a thing or two together, I need answers to this mystery.

For the first time this computer is going to be of use today, I hope I get useful information from here, my thoughts drifting back and forth like a confused child, I felt a little hesitation, what if the answers I get aren't what I expect, fuck those thoughts besides no harm there, I'm ready for this. I walk to the computer and readied my finger to type.

All about the American Viking

The American Viking were the leaders of the greatest raid and highest dead kill in Europe, they dominated most of the trades and slave trafficking in the 19s and still reading till date though they are rare sightings of them... It is rumored that they are presently based in Europe and are on the search for the leaders of some clan..... These are irrelevant information, I need real details about there raid on Italy that made Sylvester hates them so much.

Viking raid

The viking raid took place in the early 20s and was recorded as the longest and deadliest raid in the whole of Italian and Americans history, this raid was led by a strong American-italian named 'Lorenzo Cuba' though he was half Italian he showed no mercy to the Italians because his mother 'Aria Cuba' was killed by an Italian for reason still unknown.... Wait Cuba as in Cuba my dad or maybe it's another cuba, it's a huge world right, may people bare the same name. The raid had a huge toll on the Italians because they lost their leader at a harsh time. The killer Joker clan suffered a big backlash from the death of there leader and responsibilities were forced on the only son of the clan at a young age, though he was still a child of age 2 then, he grew under he's butler with strick protection and spine chilling training to be fit for the role of the successor of the Killer Joker clan.

Wait a minute, things are getting more complicated than I expected, I thought a research would work the magic and clear some loop holes in my head but instead it dug more than I can carry the fuck is all this, where am I gonna get a fucking legit information, fanculo (fuck) I don't like this.

Picture of the American Viking. I hit the search button and my eyes dropped to my mouth. Dad!? He led the raid, he's an American, not only that, I saw some of his friends and a guy that looked exactly like Sato Yoshi but in his mid twentieth, I'm gonna stop here cause any further would fry my fucking brain.

Unknown POV

"Send the head, it would be a nice welcome gift, and besides who wouldn't love a great family reunion, it would be the best gift, first thing tomorrow." I say over the phone with a satisfied grin on my face, this trip just got whole lot better amigo (friend), I would love to see his expression though, but oh well, I'll watch from a distance, he'll call me the unknown shadow.

Day three in Columbia

Pablo's POV

I did a few stretches and laps then went in, the early morning rays finding it ways to my room and I hated it, closing the blinds forcefully I rush to freshen up cause I was sweating hard. Wonder what today's gonna be like, I wanna spar with someone, it's been long. After my bath I went outside to see what's up. " looks kinda empty today. " I say to myself while looking outside.

I saw a weird looking box outside the premises and wondered if that prick had a package and forgot to pick it up. I pick up the awfully heavy black box with a black envelope on it, I stare at the box and tried to figure out what was in it with one glance, my eyes caught something on the envelop, my name. What the fuck is my name doing here, I didn't order anything, curiosity beaming in my eyes as to what surprise I have in the box, I walked to my room with it. I placed it on the bed and open it slowly, my curiousity grew more as I opened the box.

My eyes widened from the content in the box. Dad's head and words carved with knife, 'welcome to Columbia.' These words boldly written on his forehead, I opened the envelope and saw a dead red and black rose and another note, 'watch your back bambino(child) written with blood and not red ink.