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Vincent"

That day, I was looking at my mother's casket with my eyes welling up with tears. I have no idea what actually occurred. All I know is that she had a gunshot in her head, which is why she died.

My father then taught me how to fight. His reason? He also teaches my sister, but I know she isn't interested, and I need to defend myself from dangerous people.

That happened ten years ago. Now I understand why some wicked people have always tormented my family. That's what I used to call them as a kid, but now that I'm old enough to grasp what's going on, I call them something else. I'm assisting my father in tracking them down one by one. The assassins of my mum. 'THE MAFIAS'

My mum works as an agent. That day, she was killed while on an assignment." She wants to figure out who the mafia is who is controlling the bar she's spying on. However, she was shot by unknown mafia organizations while she was in the middle of the investigation. My father is still looking into it as of today. I'm assisting him, along with my grandfather, in capturing them. That was my obligation as the number one member of the jury, even though I hoped for a silent life, which I guessed would never happen.

***

"VIN, are you listening?"

I return my gaze to my father. I simply nod fast. Because I was a new member, I was still in a low rank, which meant my task was straightforward. Though I had hoped that one day I would be able to put everything I had learned on the training ground to use, I suppose the moment would come.

"Vin, you only have to spy on that bar, nothing else!"

"Yes, dad," I answered, my voice bored. Dad asked me to snoop on several bars that they had been suspicious of for a time. It was well-known as the number one source of several narcotics. It will also be recognized as a mafia hideout. It happened in the Philippines. I need to fly back there for Pete's sake. This scenario is quite simple for me, however the most difficult aspect is determining where I need to fly to.

Thank God, the vacation was still going on. There were no classes.

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Inside the bar, I drank my wine slowly, my gaze darting around each corner. This bar appears to be a haven for a large number of drug users and mafia members. I need to photograph them so we can identify who is the enemy. Following that, I will submit my report to the highest jury. They will be in charge of everything.

When a random woman sat in my lap, I immediately slid my tiny camera into my pocket.

"Hello, baby, you want to dance?" I smirked and caught a glimpse of her face. Not too shabby. She's stunning with her red lips and attractive form, despite the fact that her tiny skirt is very short.

She dragged me right into the center of the dance floor. She turned around and began grinding her hips in front of my not-so-hard friend down there, and every second she did it, I felt the urge for a release.

I drew her in closer. Her ass was now only a half-centimeter away from my shaft. I made a move in less than a minute, kissing her shoulder and teasing her, then slid my hands down to her small waist, grabbed her buttocks, and whispered in her ear.

"What do you want me to do with this baby?" I inquired, and the girl laughed. "Squeeze more please," the girl begged, but instead of squeezing her, I forced her face me, pulled up her other legs, and now her every action is dependent on me. I stroke the area of her body between her legs.

She moans with every tap of my finger.

"I like that," the young lady remarked. I smirked again, pushed my finger into her underpants, and kissed her as I touched her moisture. Simultaneously, I buried my middle finger and slowly pumped it in and out. "Oh baby, I want more." According to the girl, I willingly obeyed her and made it quick. When she cries out, I recognize she's nearing the end of her climax, and I move much quicker. The bar is so noisy, dark, and stinky, but the girl's moan is so soothing to my ears.

She's shivering, so I lay her legs down and grab a handkerchief to wipe her brow. "Do you want more?" I inquire, and she embraces me. "Yes please."

When I was going to carry her, there was a tremendous boom.

Just a minute later, I was shocked to see cops raiding the location! I've got to get out of here! That's the first thing I thought, and I left the girl there without saying anything. At the very least, I made her cum, right?

I run, then I look for an exit. Fuck! I heard some gunshots... I noticed some mafia men exchanging bullets with police. While looking for the entrance, I lower my head. My sister called just when my phone rang, as I observed it. I dashed toward my car and dashed inside.

"Hello, babe?" I inquire, but all I can hear is her sobbing.

"Colene? What transpired?" All of a sudden, she felt concerned.

Vin, it stings! What made me fall in love with him?"

"Colene, please stop sobbing. Okay, I'll be home tomorrow. We'll discuss later, but for now, I need you to relax.

Colene, on the other hand, had not responded. The following sound was a loud explosion.

"Colene! What exactly occurred to you? Fuck!"

What is going on? Please guide my sister, God, please!

I stop the call and try to reach my father, but his phone is busy, so I call my cousin. Thankfully, one of them is not busy.

"Ethan, please, I want you to check on Colene. I have a feeling that she's not ok!"

"OK, Vin, don't shout." In just

a minute, I was inside my hotel room when my phone called again. I answered it, but I almost fainted when I heard what the nurse said.

My sister had an accident. They need a family member. Stupid!