1 Someone in power

A yellow sports car stopped in front of the Winstar Casino lobby in Las Vegas. A man with green eyes, wearing a black suit, brown hair, standing at 185 cm tall with a muscular build, stepped out of the car. His name was Hunt Dickerson Camorra, the leader of the largest mafia in the United States, known as Camorra.

Hunt was there on a visit, a visit in the sense of taking something that rightfully belonged to him, and to meet someone who had been avoiding his messengers for weeks. Hunt was not the type of person to handle matters personally unless they were of significant importance. As he did now, Hunt went straight to the VVIP room in the casino.

The door was forcibly opened because two guards tried to block Hunt from entering. With one kick, the door swung open wide. "S-sir... please forgive my insolent subordinates," stammered a man inside.

"Did you say something? I couldn't hear you, maybe because you've been giving too many excuses all this time," Hunt said, irritated by the endless promises and excuses from the casino owner.

"Give me one more week, Sir. I beg you!" The man knelt down, pleading, almost touching Hunt's feet, but Hunt evaded, and the sound of a gunshot echoed.

Hunt used a shotgun from beneath his coat and shot the man right in the head. The man's body lay before Hunt, with his head destroyed. Blood pooled on the floor, and a pungent smell spread around. Hunt now sat casually on the sofa while his men cleaned up the mess.

"Sir, here are the ownership papers for the casino, along with some money and stock documents from his safe," explained Gary—Hunt's right-hand man. The middle-aged man had a masculine appearance with white hair and a gray suit.

"How could you not handle something this simple!? You interrupted my sleep," grumbled Hunt as he smoked a cigar Gary had just handed him.

Three men, who had previously been given orders by Hunt to deal with this matter, stood trembling before their leader. None dared to defend themselves; they chose silence over becoming easy targets.

"Gary, deal with them. Don't make me send them on simple tasks like this again!" Hunt ordered as he got up and prepared to leave.

Just as Hunt was about to step out, one of his men came in and bowed briefly before saying, "Sir, your car is ready. Will you be returning directly to Sala Silvermine?"

"Where I go is none of your business. Just make sure you clean up this mess immediately. I don't want any news about this," Hunt said as he left the casino and walked to his car.

He drove through the crowded streets of Las Vegas, scoffing a few times, as if today was the most annoying day for him. The casino owner had been playing with fire all this time.

Meanwhile, the three men standing silent before Gary were about to face punishment. A punishment that would undoubtedly send them to the afterlife. With one gun, three bullets were lodged in their heads.

The bodies, along with the casino owner's, were placed in a large plastic bag. The four corpses would be disposed of in a dumpster on the outskirts of the city, like throwing away troublesome garbage.

***

Redwood is a forest covering 139 hectares with 50 miles of coastline in Northern California. The forest belonged to Hunt, and it was where he secluded himself. Inside the forest, with only one road for entry and exit, Hunt built a small cabin that was not just an ordinary cabin. Inside the cabin was a special door that, when opened, revealed Sala Silvermine. An underground home at a depth of 155 meters.

Sala Silvermine had rooms like any house on the surface. The luxurious living room, dominated by brown and cream colors, made the room feel warm and elegant. With a deer head mounted above the fireplace, the room felt like a typical forest home. There were hundreds of rooms, but only five main rooms in Sala Silvermine. The house even had an elevator leading to the lower levels. Like a surface building, this place had up to six floors. The lowest floor was for storing Hunt's weapons and valuables. The floor above it was for training and a laboratory used by some scientists to make the drugs Hunt wanted. The next two floors contained rooms and various facilities, such as a minibar, a storage for the best quality alcoholic beverages Hunt owned, a private cinema, and a large kitchen. The fifth floor had the five main rooms, one of which was Hunt's. The top floor was the living room and car garage.

Hunt was in his office, located right next to his bedroom. He was examining some documents that made him a bit angry. A drop in numbers from one of the documents could make Hunt furious. He did not want his business to decline. He would do anything to keep his business growing.

There was a knock on the door, and a house assistant entered, carrying a tray of snacks and hot coffee. She placed it on Hunt's desk. "Excuse me, Sir," said the assistant.

Hunt waved his hand dismissively without looking at the woman in front of him. He remained focused on his laptop and the documents in his hand. However, Hunt's movements stopped briefly when he glanced at the door, and sure enough, someone entered without knocking.

Gary walked in without knocking; the man was special to Hunt. He carried some important documents that Hunt had requested. Gary placed them on the desk, and Hunt still stared at him sharply.

"You're too quick, Gary! Are you really finished?" Hunt asked, ignoring Gary's current state, covered in red stains with a pungent smell; it was not Gary's blood but the blood of enemies he had just fought.

"Here are the documents. I'm going to take a shower, Grif. You made my new suit dirty, and I need to buy another one!" grumbled Gary as he turned and headed for the door.

"Come here as soon as you're done, Gary. I want to have a little chat with you," Hunt said, now refocusing on his work.

"Alright, I hope it's not a difficult request." Gary knew Hunt well; the man always gave him tough tasks or requests. Gary left Hunt's office and went to his room on the lower floor.

***

After thirty minutes, Gary returned to Hunt's office. Now he was wearing a black suit. His white hair was neatly styled, with the top two buttons of his shirt open. Despite being fifty-five years old, the man still looked handsome and charming.

"What do you want to talk about, Grif?" Gary asked as he walked towards the sofa in the corner of the room.

"I've been too focused on business and other things, and I've neglected something important. I want an heir," Hunt said, intertwining his fingers to support his chin on the desk.

"What about Larry?" Gary was quite surprised by Hunt's words, but he remained calm and gave his opinion.

"That kid won't be able to run and protect Camorra properly. You've seen his performance so far," Hunt was always suspicious and did not trust his brother to lead Camorra. After all, Hunt had worked hard to make the name famous and recognized worldwide.

"So? Do you want a child from a woman? You're too picky, even with hookers, you choose the classy ones. Now, which woman do you want to bear your child?" Gary managed to annoy Hunt. Hunt had been too busy with his business to realize that there was an empty heart that needed filling.

"Alright, that's your next task! I don't want a hooker to carry my seed! Find a woman from our class!" Hunt's request this time gave Gary a headache. Where was he supposed to find a woman for Hunt? Even when women were presented to Hunt, not one of them would be chosen.

"Damn it! I'd rather you assign me to kill someone than find you a woman!" Gary tried to refuse, but Hunt pointed a Beretta at him and gave a crooked smile.

Hunt was known as Griffit because of his ruthless nature. He would slaughter anyone who he deemed harmful or defiant. Hunt was more famous by the nickname Griffit than his own name.

After the conversation, Gary left and immediately set out on Hunt's mission. His mission was to find a classy woman who would bear Hunt's child. Of course, the woman would only be used for a short time. Once Hunt got what he wanted, the woman would be returned to where she came from.

"Hah! Why is he acting up like this? Which woman can I bring to give birth to his child? This is troublesome!"