Three days later*****
"Who lives here?" A masculine voice came from the compound. Mr Dalton got on his feet and took a peep through the window.
He found himself on the sofa when a bullet was released in the air. Fear gripped him.
His wife and only daughter ran to him for safety, but he was enveloped with fear. He stretched his hand trying to hold the grip of the wall, but it was shaking profusely.
The door was kicked heavily and it opened widely. Another bullet was released in the air before the gangs dashed into his home.
He was drawn away from his family and gripped on the collar lifted to the air. He tried pleading but noticed that he couldn't say a word.
The dude dropped him on the floor.
"What do I owe you gentleman?" Mr Dalton asked the young man who had gripped him.
He landed a thunderous slap to his cheek that he couldn't withstand but fell to the floor.
"You don't refer to me as a gentleman when I have a gun, dagger, pistol and axe with me. My coming here is for revenge." He remarked.
Dalton was unable to hold himself because he pissed on his body. He turned aside to get his wife and daughter being surrounded by four other men with heavy looks.
They weren't smiling. Their faces revealed destruction… and he's so sure that it's the reason for their coming.
"Can I know the crime I committed, you can't just barge into my house and threaten me this way." Dalton stated while shivering.
He felt the blood in his veins had stopped circulating, and hid heart beating so fast.
"I am Gregorio Rodman. The son of Mr and Mrs Rodman Rudy… don't tell me you've forgotten them."
He shook his head and nodded. "I don't get you. Who exactly are you?"
That question got Greg more annoyed that he gave him a hit on his stomach.
"I am the son of the man you destroyed because he refused to give his daughter to you as a wife. Now tell me you aren't getting me again…." Greg screamed angrily.
Dalton nodded. He could recall everything that happened in the past. It's fifteen years now.
The truth must be said, he was so hostile to many including Greg's family. He destroyed and killed his parents including his only sister because Mr Rodman refused to give his daughter to him as a second wife.
He made sure to bring down their home all in the name of searching for Greg, but he was nowhere to be found.
And here is the young man standing before him with different illicit materials just to play a revenge game.
He had already counted himself as a dead person, because with the look on his face… he isn't gonna spare his life.
"I am so sorry for the past Greg. Forgive me please." He pleaded, but a reply to him was a thunderous slap on his cheek.
"Mafia's don't forgive. We are not gentle and the only thing we love is destruction." Greg announced.
Dalton bit his lips. He wouldn't argue with his mind this time about Greg. He is a mafia and it isn't hidden.
He has a tattoo on his arms and his chest. It's so visible because he is putting on a sleeveless shirt and the buttons are disclosed.
Greg cocked the gun and pointed it to him.
"Don't do this to me please Greg. Pardon me for the sake of my family." Dalton pleaded.
He inserted the tip of the gun into his mouth. "I'll destroy you the same way you destroyed my family." He pulled out the gun.
"Stop staring at me, your face should be on the floor right away." He ordered him.
He laid flat on the floor placing his face on the ground.
Greg moved closer to his wife and drew her by the cloth. "You knew when everything happened, but you didn't stop your husband. I guess you don't love your life." He pushed her to the other gang who pushed her back to him.
He gripped her hair and yanked it so hard that she yelled in pain.
"Leave my mummy." The young girl on the sofa screeched.
He turned to see her shedding tears. "The unripe fruit, I'm coming for you." He stated and dragged the woman closer to his husband.
"Please don't kill me, I knew nothing about all this." The woman pleaded.
He kicked her butt and slapped her face. "Stop pretending that you know nothing about it, because you were already here as his wife when he did that."
"But he didn't tell me that he was gonna bring in another woman here."
"And then he killed my parents and my only sister… I was lucky to escape because he didn't get me in the sitting room."
Greg cocked his gun. Reminiscing on the past gets him more irritated than ever. He won't spare this family.
They turned him into an orphan, and he is back for revenge.
"Get her here…" he ordered the other gang.
The young girl was brought to him.
"Watch me.." he released a bullet and it hit his father's back.
"He's dead…" she broke out in tears. "Please don't kill my mother." She pleaded.
He laughed at her and released the second bullet on her mother.
She pushed her but she wasn't making a move. Blood had already filled everywhere.
"You killed my parents. Go ahead and kill me too."
He drew him to the wall and lightened his cigarette, inhaled the smoke and exhaled it on her face.
She shook her head but he slapped her heavily.
He did it the second time and she maintained the position in order not to be given a second slap again.
"You'll be an orphan just like I am, and you'll be under my captivity as a slave."
She felt her heart sinking into her stomach. Living with a devil in a human form is what she can't withstand.
"You're leaving with me to Mexico. There you'll be my property and possession… my sex slave and servant and I'll do with you whatever I want."
He dragged her by her hair. "I hate you so much."