''The attempt assassination?'' Both Antonio and Diego blurted out, each having a different reaction.Antonio had already sprung forward, closing in on the pale bodyguard, with a frenzied expression.''And what have you found out?'' Antonio questioned, his voice becoming sharper.''We connected it to the Red gangs.'' Frasco, the pale bodyguard, replied in a solemn voice, as he took a few steps back.''The red gang?'' Antonio paused in his tracks.He turned his head back to Diego, who was also knitting his eyes, his thoughts, unreadable.''Screw them.'' Antonio snapped, as he tried to shove Frasco away from the entrance.''And where do you think you're going?'' Diego's stern voice echoed in Antonio's ears, making him come to an abrupt halt.The latter kept clenching his fist, and one could see his veins bulging, likewise the redness on his cheeks.''Didn't you hear what he just said? The red gangs were behind the assassination.''''And?'' Diego muttered, his gaze fixed on Antonio.'Huh?

''Yes, it's wrapped up.'' The voice of a man cut through the phone.''And what are your next moves?'' An aged voice sounded from the mouthpiece.There was a long silence between the call conversation, neither breaking it, but at the end the man sighed, releasing a heavy breath.''I'm awaiting your next order.'' The man's voice was filled with no emotions, his tone impassive and direct, The man could hear the aged voice click his tongue at his place, but he didn't comment on that. He waited until the aged voice rang in his ears again.''You've done very well, you can take a break now, we will take up things from here,'' the aged voice muttered.''Remember the promise…'' The man who held his phone close to his ears replied, closing his eyes.''You do not have to worry about that, it's something little for us to fulfil.'' The aged voice laughed, which sent chills down the spine of the man, but he didn't retort.''That's all, for now, await our next call.''The man's phone beeped twice,

''And I was telling him to leave when you came in,'' Rebecca explained, seeing her boss's gaze travelled towards Antonio's direction.She had spent the last few minutes briefing the manager about the whole situation, and just as she expected, she could see a heavy frown on the manager's face.Chico, the manager, walked forward, his sleek back, black hair and angular jaws, giving him a sharp, and intimidating demeanour. His black suit screamed money, and his matte, brown, leather boots struck the floor with firm, precise steps.''Excuse me, young man, maybe Rebecca hasn't made it clear enough, but this place isn't somewhere any random person can enter.'' Chico's deep and mature voice that brimmed with authority echoed in Antonio's head, making him turn just as he was about to pick a shirt.''You're making other customers uncomfortable with your unbridled presence, so if you'll please honour yourself and leave,'' Chico muttered, his nose bridge tilting upwards as he tried to hide his di

The pristine wall of the VIP ward stretched far and wide, and the facilities here were something that couldn't be found in the regular wards. Each patient had a general care nurse and special nurses who attended to the patient throughout the day.Antonio sat beside Michele's bed, his eyes looking solemn and damp, as he counted every shallow breath that his brother made.''Next two weeks is your birthday, little one,'' Antonio murmured, his hands locked in Michele's right hand.Michele's skin looked pale, a testament to his harrowing condition, and his palm felt cold in Antonio's grip.''You know, just like we always did, celebrate your birthday on Christmas Eve, go hiking, enjoy all those sumptuous meals…''A frail smile that carried gloom rather than happiness mustered on Antonio's face, as felt a stabbing pain in his chest.''You still love the taste of my burritos, right? Because Big Brother is the best burrito maker, huh?'' Antonio giggled, his eyes not letting go of the unconscio

''Ahem.'' Caleb coughed, attracting the attention of others, as he mustered a wry smile to ease the tension. He gave both Antonio and Lukas a knowing look and nodded his head.''I welcome you all, ladies and gentlemen, to my little abode.'' Caleb's low-pitched voice resounded across the room, grabbing the hearts of everyone present.'Little abode, huh?' The guests laughed inwardly, astonished by Caleb's humble demeanour, even though they all knew it was nothing but a façade.Contrary to his minimalist aura, Caleb did have a stupefying identity as the son-in-law to the president of the States. But that was the less awe striking identity that he pronounced to the outside world. Those who knew him knew his other identity that left others not to trespass their boundaries. Even the current Antonio would have to give him the basic courtesy, as the tradition demanded.''So I believe we're all familiar with each other except for some new faces.'' Caleb smiled, gaining others' approval.''To t