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Blood. Blood was dripping from my forehead. Panting, I tried to catch my breath. For a minute, I was tempted to look back and see if the Japanese Yakuza was chasing after me.

I muttered a curse, trudging through the quiet street, making sure to hide in the shadows, avoiding all streetlights.

Stupid Japanese Mafia Boss and his claim to rule the mafia world.

But I will never let him.

Not after killing my entire family.

Thinking about them, a brief flashback of my father screaming for me to flee before a bullet passed through his head, instantly ending his life, appeared in my line of vision.

I clenched my hands into fists, sadness and fury burning inside me.

I will make sure that the Japanese Mafia will pay for what they did. 

I will avenge my father. My family.

From this day forward, they have declared war.

And war they shall have.

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Blades & Roses

"Son," my father's voice rang loud and clear inside my head. "If you ever need to make a choice and you're torn, just think about the effect of it on your future self and then ask: will you be able to live by the choice you've made or would you be regretting it? When the answer comes clear, then you'll know."

I was hoping for some miracle for my father to live longer than his sickness. I was hoping for him to be there to give me my diploma and see me settle down.

Yet, staring at the coffin laid in front of me proved that anything can happen and it can change a lot of things in a single blink of an eye.

On top of his coffin sat the family picture that hanged inside our home, the one where my mother and I were standing beside him.

Flowers were abundantly displayed over it and on the sides, bearing the name of people, companies, friends and relatives.

Kevin's vengeance