THE SON OF THE MAFIA

On a rainy night, a man was hidden in the gloom of the night waiting for his prey to appear, the subject had the mission of riddling a traitor to his cartel, by order of his uncle, who was his only relative, alive, his mother died when he was young, the woman was the victim of a r*p*, and his father was murdered, wanting to avenge his wife, the culprit of everything, was nothing more than the head of an Enemy cartel, after the death of his father, the Junino Cartel, ended up in the hands of his uncle, due to lack of experience, in addition to his young age, which was clear impediments, to take charge, at that time.

But, 15 years had already passed, since those terrible events, and as proof of his worth, loyal to the cartel, which he would possibly end up inheriting. Tristán had to successfully carry out the mission entrusted by his uncle, which consisted of assassinating a traitor, within his ranks, who had sold valuable information, and as a result, many of his people ended up dead, weeks earlier in an altercation, between both gangs. Now the same man had some confidential documents in his possession, which he had to recover and return as soon as possible because when they fell into the hands of the enemy, it could cause greater losses than before.

During the time that Tristán was hidden, behind the marble column, near the location, where the objective would be, he managed to see in the distance, several familiar faces, among them was a woman who had seen him in the past. Captivated, by his beauty, however, now he was one of the subordinates of the El Arde Cartel, several times he had to face those men, who had tried on multiple occasions to kill him. The treacherous rat, was an infiltrated spy, by that cartel, at the moment in which Tristán, visualizing his objective, began to devise the most efficient way to approach and kill him, but he had to make sure that the man Take confidential documents with him.

As Tristán expected, the traitor had with him the folder with the confidential documents, which were being reviewed by the enemy's subordinates, he was showing them to them, 'd*mn rat' was what Tristán thought at that moment, the 2 subordinates of the cartel, the fire, the man had his eyes on him, he wanted to kill them and put an end to all this. However, he could not get ahead of himself, at that moment giving away his location would be suicide.

Tristán, for the last 15 years, had been training himself in the different arts of combat, even in the art of handling his body when it came to deceiving, in dangerous situations. Handling weapons, too, had become a part of him, it was child's play to handle a knife or a gun, be it a bladed weapon or a firearm, Tristán was well trained in all of this with the aim, one day to avenge his parents.

The man managed to find a blind spot, and at that moment, he pointed his weapon in the direction of the traitor and with a single shot struck him in the forehead. The other 2 were stunned long enough for Tristan to shoot one of them. But, the second subordinate, managed to hide at the exact moment, took out the gun from him, and began, unknowingly aiming at the location of the enemy.

Tristán smiled, seeing the clear desperation of the man, he pointed his weapon at the subordinate, who could see himself, from his position, before he attempts to request reinforcement, without being able to give, the alert voice was shot in his head, ending his life on the spot.

After having massacred the 3 targets, Tristán came out of his hiding place and calmly went towards the corpses, in particular towards the subject, who had the documents, that had been stolen from the cartel.

Upon possession, the folder in his hands was turned, turned around, and withdrawn.

The commission, by his uncle, had been completed, and he no longer had anything to do in that place. Tristán went to the exit of the villa, which was on the outskirts of the city.

Without realizing that, during the shooting, he had remained, a witness hidden in the shadows, a sentinel of the cartel had witnessed the entire scene. And as soon as the man realized that the perpetrator had withdrawn, he came out of his hiding place and headed down an alley, toward the cartel's headquarters.

Meanwhile, in a clinic, several kilometers away from the scene of the events, there was a doctor, her name was Vanessa Clark, she was a very kind and charitable doctor, she helped the sick, sometimes without even charging them. But she had a terrible character, when it came to people who could afford medical expenses. For the

Side panels general, Vanessa was quiet, calm, and understanding. However, she had a boss, who was too greedy, and she did not like very much, to attend to those who could not pay medical expenses.

In general, what Vanessa did, was to enter those affected in such a way that her boss, Dr. Luis, did not realize it, and perform the basic and necessary cures so that the affected person will be able to recover effectively, in their respective homes. During the shift, there were not many patients, that she could attend to, the majority, she was attending to him, her head doctor, and her boss. Which, taking advantage of the fact that Vanessa was completely unoccupied, ordered her to carry out some extra tasks that had nothing to do with the medical sector.

—Vanessa, I need you to go to the nearest pharmacy and buy some suppositories, an analgesic, and several packages of gloves, we have run out, and it seems that several patients are going to need them. Vanessa, somewhat annoyed, told him. —Excuse me, Doctor Luis, but that task can be carried out by a messenger, I don't need to do it. The doctor stared at her and said, "The messenger is busy, you're free and we need those, stop staying and go to the pharmacy."

With a smile, she agreed to the request of her boss, she had nothing else to do, and it would be a good excuse to escape from her, the eyes of her boss, who used to see her lustfully, constantly.

Vanessa soon arrived at the nearest pharmacy, which was approximately 3 km from the clinic where she worked.

Meanwhile, near the place, a gang war had broken out, several dozen men were chasing a single target. Tristán was in serious trouble, they had ambushed him, a few kilometers from the town,

and the man had been trying to lose track of all those hounds. But, it was almost impossible for him, he had run out, almost without ammunition, he needed to escape, whatever it took, to lose track of all these men, and for that he needed a man of his stature, who could pretend to be him, enough time, to be able to lose track, to all these subjects. At the same time, he was looking for a subject with the same characteristics as him. One of the persecutors located him and shot him in his left arm.

Tristán did not show any kind of expression, after that, he simply grabbed his arm, and looked at the one who had shot him. To his surprise, he was a young man, approximately 16 to 18 years old. he possibly joined the cartel not long ago. The main reason why he doesn't know how to drive very well, the gun would otherwise have been pointed at his head. Tristán wasted no time, took out his weapon, and shot the young man in the head, without any kind of compassion or remorse in that world, you had to be cold and ruthless, not show emotions because that was something unnecessary, the young man lay dead in the corner.

Tristán had to move quickly because the shooting that had occurred had possibly alerted the other pursuers, who would not take long to reach his location.

Tristan, came out of that hiding place, in the direction of the man, whom he had seen, as his substitute. He barely had him in front of him, he hit him on the back of the neck, hard enough to knock him out, took him to a nearby alley, and took off his clothes.

Later, after a while from that alley, a man came out, who wore nothing more than simple rags, compared to what he was wearing, Tristán, at the beginning of the mission. Due to the wound received from the shooting, he urgently needed medical attention, he could only stop the bleeding, but for a short time, unfortunately not long enough to not alert those people.

Tristán walked in a straight direction until he got away from the alley, in which he had left the man, he had to surround himself with people, the crowd would help him, to be able to lose track of all of them, which Tristán did not count on, it was the dizziness that was causing him, the loss of blood. Although he had stopped the bleeding, the blood he had lost, during the shot, was quite considerable.

Nearby, from one of the local pharmacies, there was an alley, he wanted to lie down, and gain energy, and that's what he did. Meanwhile, in that same pharmacy, Vanessa had managed to obtain the supplies requested by her boss. And when she was preparing to leave and take a taxi to return to the clinic where she worked. At that moment, several dozen men were firing left and right, all over the place.

According to the manager of the pharmacy, very possibly, they were rival gangs that had met, it was very common, in the area, to encounter this situation on a daily basis, and most of the people were already so used to this situation, They knew where to slip away.

After 30 minutes, Vanessa did not think about it much, and she approached the man, one of the customers, who had also left the pharmacy, noticed the situation and offered to help the woman, between the two of them, they took the man Inside a taxi, the woman thanked the man for his

charity and got into the taxi together with the injured stranger and gave the driver the coordinates to the clinic where he worked.

After a short time, they arrived at the clinic, but, to avoid a hard time, with her boss, Vanessa entered from the back of the Clinic, which gave, to the section of infected, due to viruses, extremely contagious, there were some, occupied rooms, and very rarely, the boss came, to this section, in other words, it was the perfect place, for the poor, man to recover.

As soon as he entered the man, into one of the rooms, he injected him with a solution so that he could hydrate, since the man was completely unconscious, he took advantage of that state to take his tools and extract the bullet...

After having managed to successfully extract the bullet, Vanessa withdrew from the room, she had to introduce herself to her boss, and give her the supplies, which she had requested.

In order not to arouse suspicion, Vanessa left the clinic from the back and re-entered, from the front, as if she were returning from the pharmacy. - Wow, until you finally return, which pharmacy did you go to? I told you, to the closest one. The boss yelled at him, grumbling at the late, return of the woman.

—I'm sorry, sir, I was involved in a shooting and the pharmacy, I wouldn't let any of her clients leave the premises.

Hearing those words, the man slowed down a bit. He coughed covertly and changed the subject. he told her.

—I understand, did you manage to get the supplies? We need it for the patients.

—Vanessa showed the bag of supplies, and she handed it to her boss, while she told him.

—. I don't think I'm going to need it for the rest of the day. So I will dedicate myself to taking care of the infected, anything, you can find me in that Section. -Are you sure? That place is, for those who no longer have salvation, in general, we only go when there is a dead person.

—All in all, I respect doctors, my ethics as a doctor prevents me from abandoning those beings who suffer from terminal illnesses, help is owed to those most in need, including those with infections, have a good turn, Dr. Luis.

Hearing those words, that doctor frowned, for a while, he had been watching Vanessa. She liked the woman, but for her to interfere, with her ethics as a doctor, she angered him greatly. The only reason why he had not yet fired that woman is because of how beautiful she was, he wanted her, in her bed. And his patience was running out, he wanted to possess her, before he fired her, if he wanted, he could r*p* her, anytime, he could do whatever he wanted with her, anyway, she has no family, she's a dirty, but beautiful orphan, Who would claim his corpse?

After having argued with his boss, Vanessa, he retreated to the infected section, he knew what. Dr. Luis was not going to reach out to her. The most he would do would be to send one of the inmates to request her presence.

Bearing that in mind, the woman relaxed, and entered the cubicle, where the wounded man was, after checking that everything was in order, he stared at the stranger's face for a while, he realized that it was a man, quite handsome, as well as young. For a moment, she fantasized that this man could be her better half, but, with a half smile, which faded from her face, while she was removing her gaze from the man, she returned to her reality, saying to herself, 'That's just, a fairy tale. I have no one, and I will never have anyone.’

Shortly after Tristán, he began to regain consciousness, he thought he visualized in the distance, the face of his beloved mother, which he had lost, a long time ago. However, he still remembered, that warm face was the only person who showed him true sincerity.

As soon as both of his parents passed away, the only thing he found was the remaining familiar faces. It was nothing more than the desire to take his place as the next heir to the Cartel. He only had his uncle, as his ally, in that putrid world.

When Tristán managed to fully recover his vision, he realized that it was not her mother, it was a stranger, who looked a lot like her. And that's what he captivated, greatly, he wanted to possess her, her possessive instinct had awakened, after seeing Vanessa's face.

Vanessa, turning around, found herself with the fixed and penetrating gaze of that man, whom she had saved in that alley. Before she could say anything, the man threatened her, "No one, absolutely no one, should know about my current location, taking his pistol out of his pants, he pointed it at her head, while he looked at her, from her hips, to her face.. And with a smile, her insinuating she added her. "Otherwise, I'll get you, blow your head off, and everyone here."

Vanessa sweated cold, she did not expect this kind of attitude, from the person she had saved, they were usually grateful, but this man was not one of them, he was wild, foul-mouthed, and denoted danger, in Every gesture she made, she thought, that she was a victim of the circumstance, Vanessa began to act submissive, to get out of the situation unscathed and thus protect the other patients. However, Tristán, seeing the submissive attitude that the woman had taken, smiled at her cynically, w