It had been a week since Zayne had brutally taken the life of his father and was living to his fullest. Although, against his wish, he was still managing his dad's group of Mafia men. He wasn't wanted, just not yet. The police hadn't discovered the body of the late James West. He was still surprised that he was as shrewd as his father and that his father could believe in such a petty thing.
A day later, he received a letter. "A death threat? Seriously? What am I? 10?" He scoffed. He was amused about it.
"Dear Mr West,
If you ever want to see your father alive, you have to pay us a million and if you don't pay us, you will see nothing but his corpse.
Yours Truly,
The Bandicoots"
"The Bandicoots? Seriously? What is this? Kindergarten?" He laughed it off. It was funny, to him at least. He sat on his chair and started writing a letter.
"Dear Bandicoots (Or whatever you call yourselves),
I would be more than delighted to say that my father is dead, and yes, I have seen his corpse long before you did. So threatening me is the stupidest decision made by you.
Yours sincerely,
Zayne West"
He sent it to the post office and then had it mailed to the superficial gangs. He wanted a side job, just to show his innocence. So, he worked under the scornful Zion Wellerman, the CEO of Wellerman Industries.
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The Year- 1987
RandomZayne West, a teen who travels back in time (accidentally) and finds the roots to his parents' problems and tries to fix them
