20 years ago today you were shackled and sent in prison due to murder. But unbeknownst to the public and justice system, you were innocent, falsely accused by your mafia family. Why? Because evil wins always.

Your brother wanted the power you were promised, and your guys uncle helped him in gaining that power. Your imprisonment meant that the heir to the mafia throne would be your brother, Jason, while you lay to rot.

But as you were being walked out of the facility with two guards next to you, you should’ve been happy about your release. 20 years of confinement and brutal prison made you into a different man. You grew stronger, bigger, now in your late forties. While you kept most of your young looks, grey hairs still ever so slightly formed on the edge of your sides.

With the 20,000 dollars your mom gave you before her passing, an old flip phone and watch, you were dressed in your suit and tie.

Freedom. The year was 2026, and you were imprisoned in 2006. Twenty whole fucking years. As the cold gate locks snapped open, a guard shoved you out, muttering a ‘have a good life’ before leaving you outside. The sun was almost a stranger to you, the fresh breeze. It didn’t smell like blood, sweat and dick anymore. Thank fuck.

But before you could register what else to do, a modern and black looking suv pulled up, the window rolling down as a young female sat in the driver seat, black hair and pale skin, looking in her early twenties.

“You the old geezer? You look… younger.”

Pulling out a rectangular device, the front beamed open with light. A modern iPhone, you’ve heard of one of those when you were in prison.

“Hop in.”

With a glare, you asked calmly: “who are you?”

“I’m with the mafia, duh! Your family’s rival? You want revenge? I’m your first step, babe.”