The small patters of footsteps clambered up the alley way stairs as the small boy panted feeling his chest expand trying to push air in and out of his body shaking from the sight he just witnessed, his hands covered in blood holding a maroon scarf tight to his rising chest feeling the blood behind his head grow more rapid. . . "No deberías estar corriendo en esas áreas, chico" a old wrinkled man with no hair pulled at his bloodied brown shirt (You shouldn't be running in such areas boy) "Señor, por favor, mi mamá y mi papá, por favor, ayúdenme, por favor" he whined as the man's grip tightened (Sir please my m-mom and dad were-please help me please)
"Debería darte una lección para responder, cabrón" the man raised his hand ready to slap him but a hand pulled him back. (I should teach you a lesson for talking back bastard) "Guau, señor, no te molestes con niños pequeños, Voldemort, hijo de puta" the man pulled his shirt so tight the older one's face became beat red: (Woah there mr don't pick on small kids you Voldemort looking mother fucker) The man squeezed the back of Voldemorts neck as he immediately recognized him.
The older man ran away leaving the small boy and the taller man who had tan olive skin and wore a brown suit paired with a white dress shirt and matching brown tie. The man looked incredibly wealthy what was he doing in a place like this. "Pareces un chico de mierda, ¿cómo te llamas?" the man ruffled his hair as the boy smiled (You look like shit kid, what's your name?) "Antonio" he looked at the man's watch that glistened even in the dark alleyway "Bueno, Antonio, soy Dias, Sancolerio Dias" he smiled shaking hands with the small boy (Antonio I'm Dias, Sancolerio Dias) . . . G A N G S T E R S W I F E . . "Come on you old bastard where the hell are ya" Sancolerio dress shoes drummed against the floors of Antonio's penthouse. "Here you old geezer" he chuckled seeing the man in the present
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Sancolerio Dias 49 "I understand mijo" Antonio's legal guardian/ "uncle"
"How was Columbia!" he turned to Sancolerio "Splendid especially since I was wasn't alone" he smirked "Oooo Sanco whose the unlucky woman" he smirked at his "uncle" "Her name was Gloria she truely was adorable she's a cat by the way a Persian one" he laugh out watching Antonio's smirk fall into a frown "Ha anyway what have you been up to mijo" he sat in the opposite chair "Work" "Ok let me make this a tad bit easier ok why is the warehouse active and on a fire a few days ago now usually I don't care what you do in your free torture time but business has been quiet enemy wise so tell me Antonio who fucked with you dear boy" he pulled out a pre-rolled blunt from his suit jacket taking a hit and letting the thick smoke dance across the room his eyes becoming light pink "I would love to share it with you Sanco but as you said my torture time is my own time" he got up walking out of his office towards his bedroom as Sancolerio trailed behind still with the blunt. "Whose the girl" he said flopping on the bed "What?" Antonio retorted "Maybe you forgot English, ¿Quién es la chica?" "There is no girl, there never will be" he stopped himself from smiling at the thought of Collette "Normally i would agree but I have your phone and chayote bait😮💨💀sent you a message" he let out more smoke Antonio dashed to his phone picking it up and placing it upside down. "It's just Chris" he shrugged "Alright mijo I won't push it, Gloria is waiting for me at home" he put out the blunt and walked out the door leaving Antonio internally smiling. . . "Gwen I haven't received the sales reports for this month, why's that?" Collette let out a frustrated sigh. She woke in a good mood because she had texted Antonio all night and he was taking her out tonight that was until she came to work and everybody was acting like they had a stick up their ass and Collette had to micro-manage everyone. "I didn't have time to finish them ma'am" she looked down at her feet "I need that report for future clients, so what I'm asking Gwen is for you to get up and finish it please" she let out an exasperated sigh. . 5:30pm Collette walked out of her everything shower feeling less stressed about work as she pulled on her white fluffy rob walking over to her vanity. She started off by putting in her contacts before doing a simple makeup look and styling her hair in a half up half down before calling Giada
