Of course I didn't expect to find a boy who was barely a minor, around 14 years old, surrounded by dozens of dead bodies in my enemies' lair. The boy was leaning against the wall and his body was covered in blood, there was a bloody knife, empty bullet casings and a gun on the side. It looked like this boy had killed almost 15 guys lying on the ground... incredible...

"What the hell is this..." I muttered in an irritated voice as I approached the boy, my men started to take away the dead bodies on the ground. The boy looked at me with hostile and suspicious eyes as he flinched and crawled back. I don't know what happened to this boy, but he somehow broke the chain attached to his ankle. He's still very young, but he looks like he knows how to fight when it comes to defending himself.

I crouched down in front of the boy and took one of his bloody, shaking hands in my big, hard hand. I don't know what happened to this boy. He doesn't seem to have a family, he could have been kidnapped. There is a part of my heart that says I have to take this boy and raise him... they can be a good weapon, I can give them the care and attention they need, they can be the head of this mafia after me, it would be more logical for them to get used to it from childhood. They will be my children, my son.