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•Dead man tell no tales•

I will fight,
I will fight for you.
I always do until my heart,
Is black and blue.

~Andy Graham

Diablo's POV.

I hate that I had to leave this soon but regardless of everything, work comes first.

I wanted to go in Catallina's room and fuck her brains out.

I never enjoyed myself as much as I had today for a very long time. She brings out a side of me that I'm really shocked it still existed. I felt like I was 18 again. Running around, laughing and then dancing. Yeah, I didn't know I still had it in me.

When I got interrupted during the time I was in the ballroom with Catallina, I knew it was important because I gave them a specific strict order to not interrupt me unless necessary.

Martinez had spent almost a week tracking a traitor and a thief who took a valuable file that had things no one should know existed. It had secret codes that linked my real self to a crowd I shouldn't be seen with. The files also contained bank details consisting of transactions worth billions of dollars.

He was about to pay with his life, he just doesn't know about it yet.

It's obvious that there are other Mafias. The Italians, Americans, Asians especially the ones from Vietnam and Japan who are  the cruelest in the bunch. Then there's the Colombians who were our close neighbors and many more including us.

For such a big organization to work without crossing one another, we have certain very strict rules that applies for everyone to avoid wars in between the system.

When a Mafia breaks even one of those certain rules, their whole Mafia is completely wiped out, permanently.

The traitor apparently worked with the Colombians and the proof we needed had finally turned up. So not only does he die but also the whole Mafia. Probably another one will be formed.

They planned on using the information against me to use me like a puppet and probably demand a portion of my wealth, I turn red with anger just thinking about those motherfuckers.

We were never on good terms and I've always known they killed my father it's just that I couldn't prove it.

I didn't care about my father, he literally meant nothing to me since from a  young age, but because they killed the old man, they also killed my dreams, my goals... They killed me and that's why I had to reincarnate into this...demon.

So it's obvious we had bad blood.

They never respected me because they still thought I was a kid and now they even had the balls to break the contract that was drafted by our forefathers.

They clearly want a funeral and I am going to deliver.

These mother fuckers are all going to hell.

I left immediately Catallina went back to her room. I changed to a black t-shirt, black jeans, black leather jacket, diamond coated ski mask and black boots. As a sign of My reign, I put on my 24 carat gold chain and a gold ring covered in red rubbies on my little finger.

Martinez, who has become more of my PA that my bodyguard, had already prepared my flight on one of my private black jets because I was going all the way to Colombia. The sooner I finished this, the sooner I can get back to my Red ridding hood and damn, This wolf is hungry.

We got to the elevator and down to my underground garage. The red and black Maserati's engine was already roaring as my men stood on guard, waiting for me to enter first.
I lost count of the bodyguards that followed me anytime I was El Diablo.