I wake up with a severe headache and a thick layer of sweat on my face. My hands were still trembling, and my mouth was as parched as the desert. I wake up from the same nightmare I've been having for a whole year now. It usually occurred every time I'd go to sleep with high tense emotions like stress or anger. But I've been having these dreams on a daily basis lately.
Some might call these episodes night terrors, but I call them karma; it's what I get for what I did, even though I don't regret it and there's not a day that goes by that I don't think about it, those dreams won't let me forget.
Suddenly, my phone rings. I check the caller ID before answering. "Hello, brother." I greet.
"Sir, good morning. I apologise for calling you at such an early hour, but I have some important news to share with you." he claims
"Ahh, little bro, set aside work for a moment. Please. I haven't heard anything from you in weeks. Do you like my house?"
"You have a lovely home, sir-"
"-wonderful to hear that. I couldn't let my dear brother sleep in some hotel." I cut him off.
"Thank you, sir, but I have something very important to tell you."
"What is it, Han-wu?"
"Our Russian and American buyers are pulling out of the deals." He says.
Suddenly, my demeanour shifts, as does my tone. "What! How could you have allowed this to happen?" I yell into the phone.
"I- I'm sorry, sir. I'm doing e-everything I can to fix this," he stammers, "they say they've been offered more weapons and larger drug supplies by an Italian mafia. I tried to bargain with them, but nothing worked, sir."
Those Italian scumbags! "Find out who these Italian pricks are, and I'll take care of the rest. My flight back to Korea is in a week, so you better find out who they are while I'm still here" I say, before he can respond, I raise my hand and throw the phone on the couch.
I knew something like this would happen, but not to this extent, which is why I flew to Italy. I have insiders in almost every mafia and high-ranking gang here working for me. I even have law enforcement personnel all over the world. With the power I possessed, I'm confident I could fix this.
My identity serves as my secret weapon. No one knows who I am, but I am feared by many. They are aware of a dangerous man known as the 'guardian of hell' but no one, with the exception of a few people, is aware that that man is me.
My phone rings again, the same name appears. "It better be good news, Han-wu." I threaten.
"The Italian mafia is known as the 'tigri,' and they work and live by a code that translates to 'be feared by all and fear no one. We kill those who dare to kill us', and they're based in the same city where you're staying." He exhales.
"Wow, brother. I'm impressed. I guess you're not so useless after all," he laughs nervously, and I ask, "so who's the 'godfather'?"
"Di Marco. Di Marco, Giuseppe."
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