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~Delmundo

This was the first time I would spill blood for someone whom I loved.

The was the first time that I fought for someone instead of something. This was the first time I was fighting for a cause. For legacy, for brotherhood, for family, and as hard as it was to believe, love.

I, Frank, Georgia and Pamela sat in the dining room hatching our own plan of action. Minerva had bad new.

"They outnumber us three to two," She said in a serious tone.

"What does that mean?" Pamela asked with an innocent demeanor.

I stifled a laugh. "Means they outnumber us a hundred times our two hundred men in the area," Frank said.

"But we still have the advantage though, we know he is coming," I said.

"There is a way to give us a fair advantage but it will mean that one person is not joining the fight," I said.

"And who is that going to be?" Minerva asked, looking ready to protest if it was her.

"Frank, it's going to have to be you," I said.

"And what will I be doing, Boss, if I am not out there rippin