Red lights.

Lorenzo was sitting in the middle of the four well-built man, each one holding a piece of the old man. One whispered into his ear, playfully touching him in a seductive manner. Lorenzo brushed him away, focusing solely on the man in front of him.

Alex Grey was a big man with wide shoulders who took most of the seats that he was in. Arms that veins roped around , looking as if they were going to bust, his face was half hidden by the shadows. He slowly lained forward towards Lorenzo. His face looked as if it was sculptured by one of the world's best artists. Each line ,each curve, looked as if it was lovingly made. On either side of him was a beautiful woman with rose golden hair shining in the dim lit room brightly. The other had darker hair that gave off waves of midnight blue hues

"So did you get it done, Grey."Lorenzo said in a serious tone. The men beside him slowly rose and left the room by following Lorenzo's finger snap.

The two women soon followed both, kissing Grey before leaving. "Yes sir, had him beaten , cut to pieces, and buried, he will not bother you again. As for the women, they were safely transported from Africa to the Filipinas with no problems. Though there is a problem, sir."

Alex looked at Lorenzo , he knew the older man since he was younger, taught of him as a father.

The older man had aged, and Alex could see that he was weakening with age. He still remained handsome as if with age he became more handsome, yet even though he was physically getting weak , the danger coming off him increased to such an extent that it was suffocating.

"And what might that problem be?"He said, raising an elegant eyebrow. The underlying tone of a promise of violence was there lingering in the air. "We need more men, sir." Alex said, "And..what about it." Lorenzo said, reaching down and taking his whiskey in hand and sipping it. "Sir , we need more experienced men in fighting. However, the cops are on to us and..."

The sound of glass shattering stopped Alex mid sentence, warm red blood flowed down his head down his perfectly sculptured face, blurring his line of vision. "You can't even slove SUCH A SMALL PROBLEM. WHY DO YOU THINK I TOOK YOU IN ,HUH , WHY. It's because I saw potential in you, boy. I saw so much of myself in you that I gave you a second chance, saved you from your drunked father, and gave you this." Lorenzo said while opening his arms to the luxurious room filled with all the wealth in the world. " And you couldn't even do one thing for me, the person that took you in and gave you a roof over your head. Now tell me, Alex, will you do better now? Will you make this right?" he carried on getting closer to Alex and placing his head against his , locking their eyes together, the forsty green meeting those deep shades of rustic reds.

"Yes, sir , I will not fail you again." Alex replied, his green eyes darting straight down to the ground. "Good boy." Lorenzo said, slapping his cheek lightly, "Well then, I will get going then." He said smiling, "Oh, and you better get that wound seen too." He called out, not bothering to look behind him.

Alex sat on the coach holding his head in pain," What are you looking at ?"he growled, grabbing the thin boy shakingly standing next to him, "Go and get help." He roared at him , the little boy not waiting rushed off to get help.