Created. Thats what Jackson was. He was taken from his Mother ad Father at the age of ten and tested in a lab. They did things to him there, they changed him. Manipulated his thoughts. Erased his past until he had no memory except for the present.
They made him into a weapon. To destroy and kill their enemies. Once he was at the age of seventeen, they allowed him to have a free "life", it was anything but free. They still had control over him. But they didn't give him orders. They were waiting. Waiting for something.
Now at the age of twenty four, Jackson is boss and leader of a Mafia organization known to many few. JYP is their organization. They show no mercy to anyone and they kill innocents on the spot if they know too much.
It is against the laws to show mercy or compassion to anyone. If he was to help anyone, man or women, he would be taken back to headquarters and killed if he was lucky enough. If not then they would kill him on the spot.
But Jackson believes he won't have to worry about that because there's no one in this world that cares for him. He has shut his emotions and feelings off. He isn't going to allow anyone in his heart. Or so he believes.
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