"Welcome back my son," my father greets me with open arms.
I smiled and quickly returned his hug before asking, "where's mother?"
"She's out on a mission," he says causally. "She'll be back from France in a week don't you worry. She might even bring back a present." He winks.
"Great," I tried to sound enthusiastic.
My parents are great. I love them with all my heart. They are everything a son would need from his parents. A roof over his head, food on his plate, love in his heart.
But as people they were terrible. They are criminals, frauds, schemers, murderers even. I didn't like their job one bit. Sure, they're able to provide me shelter. Sure, they're able to fill my belly to it's full volume. Sure, their greed for money doesn't change the way they love their son. But their hands are so stained in blood it's become dye, hard to wash off.
The same dye runs through my veins as I am the reason for my parents to be this way. For I am Wen Junhui, son of Jing and Wei. Son of the Moon Mafia leaders. The son that brought furtive to our family name.
