Marcus stood over the grave, the cold wind chilling his skin, though he barely felt it. After hearing the news of Dante's escape and still being alive he felt shameful and use less he can't even do a single thing it's a great opportunity he created with a lot of research and planning but it goes in vain.
His mind was elsewhere, clouded with memories of his father, Bilzar.
Bilzar had never been a good man ruthless, unforgiving, a figure feared by many. Yet, for all his faults, he had loved Marcus and his sister with a fierce devotion. Despite the dark shadow his father cast, Marcus couldn’t deny the familial bond that tied them. But love could not erase the fact that Bilzar had taken countless innocent lives, his hands stained with blood.
When Bilzar was killed by a rival faction, Marcus barely flinched. His father's sins had finally caught up to him, and Marcus knew it was only a matter of time. Taking over his father's position felt natural, almost effortless; he slid into it like a man stepping into his own skin.
But his sister’s death that was something different. She was innocent, pure in a way their father could never have understood. And even more, she was a soul who had faced the world with courage, her physical disabilities never dimming her spirit. She had always been precious to Marcus, a bright light in a family steeped in darkness.
Her life was taken in a brutal attack by John and Dante, heirs of Michelle, a rival leader.
Though the killing of her would be one of many bloody acts between the factions, it left Marcus with a wound that refused to heal. In her last moments, barely able to speak, she clung to Marcus’s hand, her voice a faint whisper: “Promise me…promise me you’ll make them pay.” She had asked for vengeance, her final request, and Marcus had sworn to honor it.
As the days passed, the weight of her final words settled heavily on him. Bilzar, even in death, seemed to speak to him, urging him to finish what their family had started to end Michelle’s bloodline for his sister she was innocent but Michelle family was also innocent. John, one of Michelle's heirs, was already gone.
By some twist of fate or fortune, he had met his own demise, sparing Marcus the need to lift a finger. That left only Dante, the last thread tying Michelle’s legacy to the present.
Marcus was relentless, fueled by a rage that simmered beneath his cold exterior. He tracked Dante’s every move, understanding that this was no longer just about a promise but about erasing the legacy of a family that had dared to touch his own. He wouldn’t let Dante slip away as John had.
" No worry's its just a start I'll come for you Dante for sure now you have a pretty little girl with you stay tune" he smirks looking up at the sky his revenge is pending but his life is also a mess.
His plan is very sufficient make 2 blast in Dante's wearhouse at two distant places when Dante is making a deal which make him divide into two groups the blast was just a start the plan is to make Dante come there and then finish him his man's are waiting for him in large number which Dante can not over power at any cost.
For this plan he work for 4 years first form a team of spy make them enter into there house hold then become a part of his team, wait.....wait....wait then at last he found the location of his wearhouse then plant a bomb make a move" aaaahhhhhhh!" He scream and a drop of tear travel from his eye and fall on the grave." I'LL MAKE HIM PAY NO MATTER WHAT "
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