Kill his son!

A memory flashed in his head. He was in a car and a truck was speeding towards him. He braked the car and it halted. He tried to open the door so he could get out, but the door wouldn't bulge. He did everything he could. The truck was very close now and, boom!

"Boss?" Jackson drew his attention back and he was breathing hard down his lungs. That was his accident scene he was remembering again. So his accident was really planned by someone. Because if not, why wasn't he able to open his car door. But who was this person who caused his death? 

Was it this beastly step brother of his?

But again why would anyone want him dead? He wondered. He had to act fast and find who was behind all this attack. 

As they drove off the road, a thought occurred to him. He could have a lead from there. Yesterday, when the masked assassin had attacked him, he had cut his hair. He could run a background check on the owner of the hair. He told Jackson about it and he took him to one of his hacker friend.

"Can you track this number?" John asked as they got to the hacker's workshop. The guy's name was Bob. At least, that was what Jackson called him.

Bob took the phone number inside a dark room and returned, shaking his head. "The line is encrypted and I couldn't reach it. The owner must have a very tight security, and highly skilled computer operators and coders."

He later hacked into the case file of the police and compared the hair sample of the assassin. He went on and on without success.

"Here!" He suddenly exclaimed. "I found him!"

Jackson read out the name. "Seth Rollins." That didn't even ring a bell. He went on to read other information about him. "Charged for theft at 16, tried at a juvenile court, remanded at age 18. Charged for murder, kidnap and robbery."

Why would someone like that want to kill him? He wondered.

"Seth is a highly skilled assassin, but he retired last year and only his underlings went for operations, So how is this even possible? He's the number one on the wanted list of the police, so he's been keeping a very low profile for a while now, so why would he even bother himself with this little job? The person who hired him must be a big shot." Jackson said.

"Can you get his address?" He asked Bob.

"I wouldn't say it's entirely impossible." He pressed few buttons on the keyboard, and navigated expertly through the computer. "Here!" He said, pressing a key loudly.

They copied the address, paid Bob, and got out. They drove for two hours before finally getting to a villa at the outskirt of the city. He was really keeping a low profile. John thought.

As they parked in front of the villa, he instructed Jackson to make some calls and pretty soon, a bulldozer drove to the front of the gate.

John glanced at the driver and shouted a very clear order. "Raze the fucking walls down!" 

Immediately, in one fell swoop, the bulldozer drove into the gate and it came crumbling down. He did a pivot, driving into the walls as he went round till every single wall collapsed, and dust spread all over the villa.

John paid the man and told him to go. Together, he and Jackson entered the villa. About ten burly men jumped out of no where and encircled them.

John felt his blood go cold as a sudden energy surge through him. All he wanted to do was to tear the men apart. His gaze had hardened and even Jackson was surprised to see that terrifyingly look on his face.

"If you still hold your life as something important, get out of my way!" He yelled at the men but they wouldn't bulge.

Together, they charged towards both of them and soon yelling, wailing and groaning soon filled the villa as bodies went flying up and crisp sound of cracking of bones filled the air.

"How dare you barge into my abode!?" A voice said from inside, and a very tall man stepped outside with a number of burly looking bodyguards surrounding him. The man had a scar across his face, making him look terrifying. John checked his side and realized that Jack was no longer with him. He probably went to do something really important. With the little he knew about Jackson now, he could say the guy was very calculative.

John refused to be scared as he let out a laughter. "You shit head! I see you must be Seth? I'll make you regret ever trying to kill me! You don't know what you've done yet, but I'll hunt down every single family of yours, make you watch as I kill them then I'll kill you!" He yelled back.

Seth was outraged. For the past 20 years now, no one has ever talked down on him. Even the wealthy men that had used his services, they had been so respectful towards him and now this riffraff had the guts to run his mouth. He must have a death wish. He thought.

"You're so gutsy, I'll give that to you. What were you hoping to achieve when you walked in here alone. Even if you're the strongest man on earth, you can't be stronger than bullet right? And to answer your question, a man like me has a lot of enemy, and because of that, I don't have any family. I can't afford to have a weakness." He let out a maniacal laughter.

"Psychopath!" John spat at him. 

"Oh! I have no choice than to kill you now!" He yelled angrily. "Boys! Shoot this shit head down!"

"I would rather you hold your fire or he dies!" A voice said from behind and they all turned to look at the person.

Jackson was holding a gun to a little boy's head. Seth saw his only son at gun point and he yelled at the guards to hold their fire.

"Let the boy go, and I would forgive both of you for razing my walls down. We could both forget that something like this happened."

"Tell your boys to put their guns down! And go on their kneels. Very fast or I blow this kid's head out!"

The guards obeyed and they were all kneeling down soon. Seth stared at Jackson in horror. His blood was boiling inside and he felt like skinning Jackson alive, but he knew he couldn't make any rash decision or Jackson would really kill his son like he said.

He was still surprised at how he managed to know he had a son. No one knew about that, not even his personal bodyguards. So how did this man know? He wondered.

All of a sudden, sound of gunshots filled the air and all the guards were rolling on the ground, leaving only Seth standing. He slowly put his hand in his pocket but the feeling of something cold against his head had him dropping his gun.

"No! Bring the pistol out!" John yelled at him, pressing the gun firmly to his head. "Good! Put it down slowly and hold your hand over your head. Don't try to do anything funny or I'll just have to kill your son." He did exactly as John said and held his hand over his head.

"Alright, let's get straight to business. Who do you work for?" John asked him.

He scoffed. "Seth Rollins works for no one. Rather people works for him?" He said and John hit his head with the bottom of the gum.

"Arrgh!" He groaned in pain.

"Kill his son!" He ordered Jackson and Jackson cocked his gun and was almost pulling the trigger when Seth screamed.

"No! Please, don't kill my son! The person who sent me to kill you is your brother, Shane O'Connor!" He blurted out, rubbing his palms together.

So it was really his evil step brother that wanted him dead, John thought. But why does he want him dead that much? He wondered. He knew that Seth wouldn't possibly know that!

"And where can I find him?" He asked Seth.

His voice shook as he answered. "I wouldn't know. I swear! I only spoke to him through the phone. He brought out his phone and pointed it to John.

"Thank you!"

Crack!

The crisp sound of bones breaking filled the air.