Almighty Bruce

TheBoyChild

Bruce got all the information he needed and without hesitation, he swung into action after leaving Aria in the care of the two soldiers under his command.

He soon arrived with Enzo at the residence of Marco Alvarez, a gangster Villa where he carried out all his illegal activities and harbored criminals like himself.

Marco was one of the Kingpins and Crime lords who terrorized Pinewood in the absence of Bruce, and he took Aria’s son after he claimed that her father owed him a very huge amount of money.

“Boss? It seems we have guests!” A man rushed into Marco’s living room where he was seated with a stick of cigarette stuck in his mouth.

“Who are they?” Marco asked, leaning forward and exposing his rough face to the rays of sunlight that pierced through the window.

“I…I don’t know.” Gary stuttered, causing his boss to rise from his throne.

“Why then did you come to inform me?! Why are you so useless?!” Marco fired, marching angrily toward Gary who took a step backward.

“I am sorry, boss! I will go find out who they are!” He was about to turn when they heard the sound of a body thud as it dropped at the entrance to the living room.

It was one of Marco’s men, and he didn’t seem like he was going to wake up until the next hour.

“Who the hell are you?!” Marco asked angrily, wondering who was bold enough to visit his den.

“I presume you are Marco Alvarez.” Enzo who was the first to walk into the living room after dealing with the unconscious man stood in front of Marco who snorted angrily.

“You should have asked questions before daring to come here! You just made a terrible mistake that could cost you your life.” Marco clenched his fists, ready to deal with Enzo.

“I don’t think there will be any need for that.” Bruce appeared a few seconds later, a smirk on his face.

He looked around briefly, and by the time he returned his gaze to Marco, he had a cold expression on his face.

“I am here for the boy you took from Aria Garcia. Hand him over and there will be no need for trouble.”

Marco called Bruce’s words a bluff, determined to deal with the intruders who had done what no one had dared to do.

“Look here, soldier boy!” He pointed furiously at Bruce while his eyes glared at him.

“I don’t know who you think you are to come here and make demands! Leave while you still have the chance to!”

“You heard him!” Gary said in support of his boss, nodding with rising confidence.

Bruce chuckled softly, he had already heard stories of Marco even before he went to prison, but he never knew that he had such temerity to do as he pleased.

“Why are you still standing there?! Didn’t you hear what my boss said?!” Gary was getting ahead of himself, and that was infuriating Enzo who was standing very close to him.

“I think these men need to be taught a lesson for their defiance, Gary, get some of the men to come here immediately.”

“Yes, boss!” Gary nodded in excitement, and was about to move out of the room when Bruce gave Enzo the signal he had been hoping for.

Two heavy slaps landed on Gary’s face, sending him sprawling to the ground while Marco’s eyes remained wide open at the sight of the man who was whimpering like a child.

“That’s for talking too much! You should accord more respect to the Vanquisher!” Enzo barked at Gary who crawled away in fear.

“The Vanquisher?” Marco’s voice trembled. “You mean the Scarred General?” He asked, but the scar he saw on Bruce’s face should have been enough to answer his question.

He quickly reached out to the table beside him and grabbed his phone. “Where the hell are you guys?! Come this minute!” He ordered, but he got in response.

“Hello?! Hello?!”

“Don’t bother trying, Marco. Your men will be taking a nap until the next hour. I am sure their bodies will know a lot of pain by the time they are awake.” Enzo sneered while Bruce remained calm with his unwavering cold expression.

Marco gasped, and realizing that he was handicapped at that moment, he fell into his chair, unbothered about his cigarette that fell from his mouth.

“Now that we have your attention, Marco.” Bruce finally spoke, walking up to the middle-aged Mafia boss who was breathing shakily.

“Where is the boy? I won’t ask again.”

“There!” Marco pointed without hesitation, and Enzo went in that direction and returned in less than a minute with the ten-year-old boy who he had taken out from the room next to the living room.

There was something peculiar about the boy who was unconscious, but Bruce also noticed that he had some very big dark pores all over his body.

“What did you do to him?”

“Nothing! I swear on my life! He suddenly began to act really strange, and I had to separate him from the others!”

“You have more?” Bruce growled in annoyance, realizing that Marco was also a trafficker amongst other illegal operations he ran.

“You can have the boy! I no longer want the money! Take him and leave!” Marco pleaded, but the General wasn’t going to let him go for free after what he had done.

“Your reign is over, Marco. This is the end.” Bruce said, and knowing what that meant, Marco begged futilely.

The boy was taken into the car and they drove off at once, returning to Flora Vila where Aria was in the care of the two soldiers.

“My son! My boy!” Aria ran to her son and grabbed him from Enzo who let him go at once.

“What happened to him?! Why is his body cold?!” She asked, but no one was able to give an answer at that moment.

“Bruce? What did they do to you?!” Aria returned her gaze to her son, touching all over his freezing body in intense anxiety.

“Did you just call him Bruce? Is he…?” Bruce couldn’t finish his sentence. The fact that the boy looked like him when he was about the same age was enough to tell him that he was his son.