Boss' Blood

Michael before she left his office in the afternoon, and onl

ice that?" She wh

since the three of them developed a family bond as trained assassins for Alba's mafia boss father. B

r gazes never left the photo on the screen of Michael's laptop. It was now three in the m

brother, and for that, she was very thankful. As they both looked closer, the tattoo on Michael's chest was obviously the same as the one on the body of the dead man. The tattoo was just a crescent moon, but what made it special w

oo the baby boy when he would reached the age of six months old. His brother Gabriel explained to him that he did it because their mother had the same tattoo on the same spot, and he knew that the baby wouldn't remember the pain of the tattoo, so it was better. His brother told him that it was a t

s down. He didn't want a clouded mind to solve this kind of problem. The both of them then realized that the

ragon family, Alba," he said as he stood str

she said as she tried to zoom in on the smol of his back, just above the man's lower back

y that the Mondragons sent to infiltrate our house in

ly would never do that, unless the one who gave the command was Ardende and not Don Mondragon himself. The Don would never

world, he tried his best to find the men responsible for what had happened to his brother in the past. Every time he tried to look for clues, he would always find a dead end. Even after he became a boss, there was still no progress in

agon or to my brother more than two decades ago, then I want to know everything that you can find. I don't care what you do. Mak

said and then gave him a pat on the back before

. It was a blessing for Michael to know that half of the men that he had were people he grew up with on the streets, in the mafia life while he was still a teenage assassin, and a few of them were people he helped while he did his missions. It would always amaze Michael how many people sti

d when he saw that it was nearly four in the morning, he still had an hour to sleep, and so he slept. He knew that he needed it for the things he'll

he big buff man spoke as he slowly approached a tremb

bastard," the man said as he laughed and grabbed the l

dismay, and he grabbed the boy's collar and lifted him up off the ground. Now, his legs were the ones dangling and not his he

Huh?" he questioned as Michael tried his best to meet the man's eyes and

o be a better bastard than your good for nothing brother," he said as

ied to kick and scratch the man's arms, and

ic brother, kid, I'd give you that," the ma

try and kill me and my man. I don't care if you kill us through haunting, or if you miraculously survive. Either way," he stabbed Michael on his left bicep, a

ith his own knife as he screamed and dropped to one knee. He looked up and saw that the little boy was now looking at him face to face with a determined look on his eyes. The boy's hand was bleeding, b

aid, as he spat on the

n the boat with his men. He grabbed the knife and threw it to the kid as

him how to use, and inside, there was a bag and everything that he needed to stay alive while in the ocean. He recalled all the traini

spered as he began to get ready for the day, "I'll get