My Son-In-Law Is Secretly A Crime Lord

Chapter 6 : The first kill

Nathan Newton walked briskly to the bakery section of the silver pearl.

Today was his father's birthday, and he was there to buy him his favourite pastry as a gift.

Behind him were two of his bodyguards.

Ex special forces, the highest calibre of soldiers whom he paid handsomely for his protection.

Perhaps it was because of this, or his confidence in his own military background and training, that he didn't notice the murderous eyes starting at him from behind.

After purchasing the pastry, Nathan smiled heartily, he knew his father was going to love this.

Despite the fact he was an old man, he still couldn't say no to his favourite cake.

Nathan took the piece of cake and placed it in a white bag. It was expensive, costing almost 2000 dollars on its own.

Signalling to his guards to follow him, he began moving towards the exit of the silver pearl.

“HEY, WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, YOU FOOL!” screamed Nathan as he suddenly bumped into a brown skinned man coming from his right.

“I'm sorry” said the man as he quickly scurried away.

Nathan, however, was still annoyed.

How dare an incompetent buffoon bump into him.

If the stranger hadn't scurried away so quickly, he would have ordered his guards to rough him up.

Nathan sighed, he would pay a situation like this no attention, as he was actually running late.

That's why he purchased a pastry for his father instead of an elaborate gift, like a new aeroplane or fancy car, that he was sure others would get.

He had actually forgotten about the party and his father's birthday.

By the time he remembered, it was already too late to get something elaborate, so he decided to go for his father's favourite pastry.

He knew his father and siblings would scold him for this, but at this point, he was ready to accept that.

Nathan entered his car, which was a long gray limousine, and started going towards the Newton residence.

After they had driven for a while, they reached a lonely street side that they needed to cross.

It was at this moment that a bright light shone from inside Nathan's shirt and a powerful E.M.P charge was released, completely frying the car's electronic components and causing the vehicle to grind to a halt.

This pulse also caused a painful electric shock to run through his body.

“What's going on” asked Nathan in an unsteady voice.

“The car seems to be having some trouble sir, but don't worry, we'll and fix it right away” said one of his bodyguards.

The two men came out of the car and began to inspect it, looking for what had caused it to stop.

Nathan heard a small whizzing sound, and suddenly the blood of his two guards were splattered all over the car wind shield.

Now fully in panic mode, Nathan came out of the car to examine their bodies and found that they had both been shot…. SIMULTANEOUSLY.

It was then he realized, AN ASSASSIN WAS HERE FOR HIM.

Nathan quickly ran back into the limousine, took out his phone and attempted to make a call, but the E.M.P attack had completely fried his phone's circuits.

He tossed the phone away angrily, went to the potato compartment and pulled out a pistol, one that he used during his days in the army.

With his weapon in hand, he ran into a nearby back alley, hoping to lose his assassin in the maze.

Nathan ran for several seconds before eventually reaching a dead end.

His path had been ominously blocked by heaps of rubbish cans, along with groups of hastily prepared water drums and boxes.

When he turned around to see if he could follow another path, he was stopped in his tracks by what he saw in the distance.

It was the dark and shadowy silhouette of a man.

This man was Dean Bradson.

Dean and Carlos had actually orchestrated Nathan's unfortunate night, shortly after they saw him at the Silver pearl.

Upon recovering from the shock of his flashback, Dean turned to Carlos and said.

“See that man over there?” He asked, pointing at Nathan, “get me all the information you can find on him”.

Carlos immediately took out his phone and began accessing Comet's vast information network until he found what he was looking.

“He's Nathan, Boss” said Carlos, “Nathan Newton, 48 years old, single, no children, Military background, served in the national army for 5 years”

“Alright… that's good, at least no one's kid will be turning into an orphan tonight” said Dean.

Carlos raised a confused eyebrow, “boss?”.

“That's him Carlos, that's the man who killed my mother and took everything from me 15 years ago”

Carlos's eyes widened, “him?, are you sure?”

“Absolutely, I could never forget that man's face… or the butterfly tattoo on his hand”

“But that's Nathan Newton, the youngest son of Karl Newton, head of the Newton family and leader of the four heavenly kings of Reville".

“Why would his son kill your mother and try to kill you?” Asked Carlos.

“I have no idea”, replied Dean, “But I am going to find out just before I take his life”

Dean watched as Nathan bought his pastry and started heading towards the exit.

“Come Carlos, we've got work to do” said Dean as he got up from his seat and handed Carlos the small E.M.P device

Carlos then walked up to Nathan and bumped into him, tactfully slipping the tiny device into his pocket.

The Electromagnetic pulse device also served as a tracking device, which Dean used to track Nathan's movement, until he was close enough to an alleyway.

The same alleyway that Nathan had stabbed him 15 years ago.

As soon as Nathan's car got to the alleyway, Dean activated the Electromagnetic pulse device, and just like that, his plans had come to fruition.

Nathan stared at the fearsome silhouette in front of him.

He didn't need his military background to tell him that this man, based on his posture and position, was here for his life.

Nathan could feel the bloodlust emanating from the man, it was so powerful that he could almost see an ox blood aura rising from his body.

In a panic, Nathan quickly pulled out his pistol and stared shooting at Dean.

But at the speed of lighting Dean would evade all of Nathan shots, and before Nathan could comprehend what was happening, Dean was right in front of him, staring him dead in the eyes.

Dean was no stranger to physical combat, in fact he was reborn by it, moulded by it in Parlsbury.

Surviving the mean streets of Parlsbury was no simple feat, the rough, violent city would consume anyone who had a weak heart or body.

This wasn't the first time Dean had evaded gunfire, in fact he had trained himself in all kinds of martial arts, military and weapon tactics.

That's how he easily took out both of Nathan's guards, because even former members of the nation's mighty special operations wished they were anything close to his level.

The man Nathan saw before him was the aftermath of the Trauma and pain that he had inflicted on a young boy.

Seeing the dark-eyed man in front of him made Nathan instinctively jump back, absolutely shocked at how well such a large man could move.

He was absolutely terrified, but he still realized that this was the perfect chance.

His prey was right in front of him and all he had to do was shoot him.

Quickly raising his weapon at Dean, Nathan would attempt to fire, but before he could put the trigger, Dean grabbed his wrist and crushed it.

Nathan fell to his knees, screaming in pain and agony.

“How dare you raise your weapon against me, after everything you've done”

Said Dean, with a cold and angry look on his face.

“Any hand raised against me, must be removed”

Added Dean as he grabbed Nathan's forearm, and with strength akin to Samson when he ripped the jaws of the lion, Dean tore Nathan's hand off its socket.

A piercing scream filled the dark alley as Nathan convulsed from the unbelievable pain.

Dean stood there for a few minutes, enjoying the man's agony, before eventually getting offended by how much he was screaming.

“SHUT UP!” yelled Dean, as he kicked Nathan in the stomach, sending him flying a few feet away.

“This is only the beginning” .

Looking around, Dean said, “you probably don't even remember this place, or what you did here 15 years ago”

Pulling Nathan by the hair and dragging him through the alley, Dean added, “but I'm sure you'll remember soon”

“WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!” yelled Nathan, desperately struggling to take Dean's had off his hair.

“You'll see” replied Dean.

After dragging Nathan several meters away, a journey of which he never stopped kicking and screaming.

Nathan eventually got to where Dean wanted him to be, and Dean tossed him roughly on the floor.

Carlos was already there, waiting in the corner.

When he saw the state that Nathan was in, he shook his head as he almost felt bad for the guy.

His boss was usually very calm and composed, to make him this agitated, this angry, Carlos had never seen.

“Here we are Nathan”, said Dean to Nathan.

“Do you remember your sin now?”

Nathan, breathing heavily due to the intense pain all over his body, managed to raise his head to look at his surroundings.

Instantly, Nathan gasped in shock and realization of where he was

Upon seeing the look on his face, Dean smiled.

“You realize where you are now don't you” said Dean, gesturing to the house behind them.

“In this house 15 years ago, you killed my mother in front of my eyes, and chased me to the back alley where your arm currently lies, and you killed me too”

Dean then knelt in front of the horrified Nathan

“Except I didn't die Nathan, I survived by the strength of my will and the mercy of a young girl, who suffered because of me… because of us”.

Dean got up and turned his back to Nathan “this is your final destination Nathan Newton, but first I want to know something…”

Turning to once again look at the man who killed his mother

“I want to know why?, why did kill my mother, and then try to kill me?” Asked Dean.

“I…. I don't know”

With the speed of a jackal, Dean kicked Nathan in the mouth, shattering a few of his teeth.

“That is an… unsatisfactory response, Nathan” responded Dean.

“I swear to you, I don't know” said Nathan, coughing up some of his shattered teeth.

“They didn't give me any reasons why they want a target dead, they just give me the details of the target”

“I see, so you are the Newton family's go-to guy for assassinations?, Cause it sounds like you do this often” Asked Dean.

“No, not really, they only assigned me for special and specific targets”

“Since I'm a member of the family, and I have a military background, they believed I would be less of a liability to them” replied Nathan.

Dean chuckled, what an ironic statement.

Grabbing Nathan by his bloodied collar, Dean asked, “you at least know who sent you, who were the people involved?!”

“I only know… that it… was a plot spearheaded by… the leaders of the… families… of the Four heavenly kings” replied Nathan.

He had started to get dizzy as he had lost a lot of blood.

Dean let go of Nathan, allowing him to fall to the floor.

“So the four heavenly kings of Reville were responsible for taking everything away from me” said Dean, turning away from Nathan.

“So It wasn't just enough for the Warrington's to take my wife's legs, childhood and almost take her life, but they decided to take my mother and my life as well” said Dean as he gazed up at the moon lit sky.

As if he needed even more reason to hate the Warrington's.

“But I still thank you Nathan Newton, as awful as what you did to me was, it still made me into the man I am today”

Turning to Carlos “did you get it?” He asked.

“Yes boss”, replied Carlos as he produced a beautifully decorated Kukri blade.

Upon seeing the weapon, Nathan began to shake violently.

“Where…. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?!” He yelled.

“Don't you know?, You sold it to me” replied Dean with a smile

“No, that's impossible, I sold that blade to the Maestro”

Dean's smile widened even more, “that's right, you sold it to me”

“You mean that you're the…” Nathan at this point, was shaking uncontrollably.

“I acquired it from you via the black market years ago, although back then I didn't have the large-scale information network I have now, so I could never trace it to the source” said Dean, tinkering with the blade.

“40 million dollars, this blade cost me, but I say it was worth every penny”.

Dean stopped and looked Nathan directly in his eyes.

“It's quite the fine weapon Nathan” said Dean as he unsheathed the blade, “what I want to know is… how did you get it?”

“Please…. I'm begging y…"

“ANSWER ME!”, Dean's mighty voice, echoed like a sonic boom through the night.

“My father” replied Nathan, “he got it for me as a gift before I left for the army"

“Wow… how touching" said Dean in a mocking voice “don't worry, I'll be sending him to you very soon, when you see him… give him my thanks”

Before Nathan could protest, Dean lunged towards him at the speed, and just like that.

His head was separated from his body.