[AN:– Warning: The following section contains dark and disturbing content. Not for the faint-hearted. Reader discretion is advised. If you decide to continue then its on you, and if you decide to heed the warning then good as it contains very disturbing themes.]
[Two Years Later - Night]
Alessio stood in a safehouse across the city, dressed in an expensive suit that fit him perfectly, his appearance transformed from the desperate boy Nera had found.
His phone rang, the sound cutting through the quiet, the caller ID showing one of the women's guards.
He answered immediately.
"Alessio! Go to the house and save Boss! The drug cartel is making a m–"
The line cut off mid-word, replaced by static, then nothing.
Crack
Alessio's carefully maintained composure shattered, his face showing the terror he'd learned to hide, his entire body moving before conscious thought caught up.
