Chapter 2
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“Since she doesn't know who I am, I will make her and everyone else submit to my authority,” Dante boasted.
He wasn't just boasting, he meant it.
With a fierce push that left everyone panicked, Dante sent the crowd panicking away from him and he left with his daughter. His boldness was top-notched that the people stood there whispering among themselves.
“Does he have a backup?”
“See how he dares to challenge us, walking away!”
Seven years ago, the entire Camillo family was massacred because they fought against the anti-government sect in the country. The Avengers and Anarchy Kings were the two main clubs who did this, even now, they have no regrets.
When the patriarch of the Camillo family saw them approaching, he came out to protect his family.
“If you have a problem with me, fight me, leave my family alone.” He shouted.
“If you want to, kill me, if you can,” he put an injunction. “But don't touch my family. They have committed no offense.”
The leader of the gang highlighted from his bike, a tall, stout man with a dark, fierce face, eyes dark and cold.
“You say what you say but we will do what we came here to do.” He turned, signaling his men who were over three hundred but both clubs, AAK. They highlighted, moving towards the patriarch.
“Fight me!” He shouted again but they pulled their guns up, targeting him. It was a surprise attack when the family were holding the end of the year feast and all the guards had gone on a leave.
The patriarch, who was known to have supernatural power to dodge bullets, pulled out his gun.
“I will fight you!” He sneered. “I'll protect my entire family.”
He smirked as the Don of AAK pulled back his gun, asking his men to do the same. They withdrew, seeming to retreat but sealed the gate immediately and poured hundred gallons of petrol all over the estate.
“Never again will you haunt us down again!” They yelled.
“Let the government whom you've been fighting for help you now.”
They threw a huge dynamite into the compound, it exploded blowing the patriarch high up in the air. His body was scattered in the air. Screams were heard from other members of the Camillo family who scrambled for safety.
The entire estate covering the many hectares of land was a burning hell. Dante and Caesar, the two grandsons of the family had gone hunting, seeing the fire flaming up in the sky in the direction of their estate rushed forward.
Upon arriving, the bikers were already on their bike escaping.
Despair and revenge lurked in their minds, their hearts fumed, it was as though the whole world had crumbled on them but they needed to turn against it.
That day, a villain was born.
Dante Camillo.
The eldest grandson and future Underworld boss of the Camillo Family.
The bikers thought all the families were there but upon discovering these two weren't burnt, they came after them, so they needed to escape to another state since they didn't have the resources to leave the country.
“Now we've arrived here with nothing, I have to work hard to give us something to eat,” Dante said to his younger brother, the only one he had left, his heart.
“We will make it!” He said, caressing his head. Caesar was only eleven and he didn't want him out to avoid being uncovered and hunted down.
For a year, they lived a secret life vowing to take revenge on those who wiped out their family. One day, Dante returned to their little one room apartment, calling on his brother as usual.
There was silence.
“Caesar! Caesar! Caesar!”
“Come out, your bro is back. I bought you candy.”
Still there was no answer, then he dashed into the toilet.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh–”
His heart stiffened, his breath paused automatically. He glared with hot tears in his eyes as he looked on the floor.
The decapitated body of his brother, the only one he had in the world, lay there on the ground in his own stream of blood.
The bag in his hand dropped to the floor and he jumped on the gory body covering himself in blood.
It was here he noticed a small piece of paper a few inches away. He picked it.
“Another goal scored.”
“YOU left!”
“Run as far as you can. We will catch you. Your fate will be worse.”
“AAK.”
For years, he hasn't felt a pang of fear but that day, he felt it, a pang of fear which suddenly got replaced by a deep, steaming urge to revenge.
“What am I waiting for?” He growled so loud.
“I have no one left. I will fight like a mad man.” He rose up, beating his chest.
His eyes turned pure red like the devil.
“They will see me!” He said, beating his chest so hard.
He could only gather his brother's remains, dug a shallow grave and buried it.
“Caesar, I will fight your cause.”
“I will fight for all our family slained.”
By this time, the tears in his eyes were getting hotter but he fought to suppress it.
But before he goes on this death field, he thought it would be good to make a family.
“Every soldier is not afraid of death but I need to produce my replica.” He said to himself which led him to taking a wife and bearing a daughter.
When his wife died during childbirth, his heart was shattered but then he had to take a second wife, Elene who will take care of his daughter while he's away.
Dante was fully prepared to chase his mission with his head and soul.
“I'm a man. The heir. I will take back the mantle of leadership in the whole of Mexico and make sure I bring the perpetrators to book.”
With these final words, he left the apartment with nothing.
Now a man with nothing to lose, no one could be more dangerous than him. He joined the Great Red Army, the world's most dangerous Army based in his country.
After three months of working, he gathered his salary and did a reassignment surgery to change his face.
“Hahaha!”
He coughed out a sinister laugh.
“Now my enemies will not recognize me, even in their midst.” He mocked.
“This surgery will last only three years and your face will be back to normal.” The doctor said to him.
“Before then, I must have achieved my aim in the Army and prepare to return to fight them.” He said with so much determination, the doctor didn't know what he meant.
With daily toils and hazardous training, Dante persevered in the Army, never losing focus of why he came here in the first place.
Three years later, he was appointed a Captain, the youngest officer to lead a troop to Iraq.
“We have appointed you here because of the skills you have shown,” the commander said to him when he wanted to refuse.
“I didn't want to leave my country, I want to stay and defend it.” He said this, being that he wanted to gain more grounds on Mexican soil and dig more information of those who massacred his family.
If he went far away, a lot of information might be hidden from him.
“But if you succeed, make a name for yourself, we will commission you into a Lieutenant General.”
His eyes flared up.
“This year, a Field Marshall will be commissioned for the first time.” The commander said.
“All those sent here never return.” Dante gasped as he heard this but he held himself, bracing up his chest.
He thought they really liked him to send him here but now he knew, they saw him as a scapegoat.
Who knows, the commander might be a supporter of AAK.
“If I become a Marshall, what benefit do I gain in Mexico?” He asked.
“You can take revenge on those who killed your family.”
He stiffened.
So this is one of them?
“I will go.”
It was a challenge and he wanted to bet his mission on this.
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