El Guje sat inside his new Volkswagen beetle along with his wife, lady Cinder, driving by his personal and most trusted driver. He looked at the vast land in the western and southern regions of the island. As far as his eyes can see, and beyond, this is a legacy left to him to be bestowed upon his children. The land, the castle, the opium, and the people in it. Before all gods, he had vowed to pass this on. All the wealth accumulated so far is more than enough for the unborn generation. He looked lovingly at his beautiful wife who had stuck with him through thick and thin, always obedient and never for once challenged his decision. Their life together had been of roses and little thorns. Together they increased the wealth of the family and secured the future of their twins. His being the foreman and his wife is his most trusted and dependable assistant. Suddenly the car swerve to the left of the freeway, loud noises of iron grinding on gravel were heard, and the two front tires

El Ramon was seen pacing up and down. The humiliation of today's confrontation had been nothing but a show of his weakness. Since childhood, El Capone whom he refused to accept as his elder had proved to be better than him in everything. Starting from childbirth when he had been the one to be removed first from their mother's womb, he had surpassed him in every competition and condition, even after. Of course, El Ramon could vividly remember how he had been subjected to humiliation and shame the day he was beaten flawlessly by his twin brother. It was the yearly competition, the one that change everything. He was only eight years old and had qualified along with his twin brother in the yearly teen strongest upcoming Mafia. He fought bravery until finally when he has to confront his brother to win the gold. It was a moment he will never forget and for a brief moment, El Ramon is eight years old. "Remember the rules, the fair man announced." He is the one to determine the outcome of

Lady Agatha was dressed in a pink flowing frock that matched her white socks, and her pink high heels enhances her beauty as she walked gracefully towards El Ramon's room. Today, the young master had summoned her to his palace to spend the night. She climbed the step towards his room and the sound of her shoe heel echoed in the silent palace. Calling lady Agatha beautiful is an understatement, she is a typical example of a perfect creation. With a round face, sexy and appealing eyes, and round full lips that begged to be kissed. With her fair skin, well-shaped hips, curves, and contours, she is sought by all men on the island, but she only loves a man. After much persuasion from her parent who believed that it was dishonourable for a woman to remain in her father's house, Lady Agatha got married to a rich business tycoon, but the union soon collapsed within a few years. Leaving her richer but broken, and she vowed never to marry anyone else except El Ramon.Tonight, she will be sp

El Ramon was seen seated on one of the white, gold-festooned cushion chairs in his room. Beside him was his favourite white wolf, and the obedient pet licked its master's feet, as he smoke his cigar. The young master looked forlornly and soliloquize alone. "As indispensable as El Capone's death is, it must not be traced to me." Of course, people will talk. Not that El Ramon is afraid of people's gossip, they will talk anyway. But being a leader and an ancestor to be, his story must be made to be full of love and compassion for his people, and not for conspiracy and treachery. His hand must be clean, or at least, appear to the public to be! A knocking on the door soon brought the lost man out of his reverie, and he instantly yelled at the one at the door to enter or get lost. "I'm busy and have no time for palace gossip and chit-chat." A second later, a cowering man walked inside and promptly kneeled in front of the man on the seat."So sorry my lord, I want a few minutes wit

True to Andrea's expectations, El Capone is as furious as a wounded bull in an arena, when he was told of his men's death. He glared at his wife and then asked. "Are you satisfied that the mission failed and my men were slaughtered?" "Dear husband, you should be grateful for my premonition, as am sure I would have been a widow now," Andrea muttered back with a sly grin. "Maybe I could have saved them." "You can't, they were attacked suddenly and your presence won't have made any difference." El Capone looked at his wife with anger for a while, then stormed out of her presence, and was seen shouting orders at his men. Andrea smiled as he stepped out, and was soon lost in thought. "The fish has taken the bait, now I need to plan on how to make use of this." She muttered to herself, and soon stepped after her husband, and saw him discussing with Banjo. "How can they know of our coming, I suspect there is a spy among us!" Banjo exclaimed. "Yes, my men were killed without firi