11: Cashel's POV

"Waaaa!" 

"Waaaa!"

"Bring more pain relievers and AA blood type! Fast!"

2 hours later, a man was holding one child and the other was with the tired woman on the hospital bed but instead of the joyful look one would expect on the man's face, it was one of pure disgust.

"What the heck is this baby?!" He shouted as he looked at the horrifying face of the baby in his arms. It was due to a complication in birth but the other baby was just fine. 

Fastfoward another few weeks, the couple were leaving the building with only one baby and a nurse was running behind them.

"Sir! You forgot the baby!" 

...but what the man replied with made the woman question her view of the world.

"Hm? I remember that my wife only gave birth to one child." He entered the car and drove off.

The nurse started to take care of the baby and later, when she moved back to her hometown in Russia, the child had started to learn how to walk and speak. 

Unknown to her, this baby had a memory bank that never dropped any information into the passages of time. He remembered every single thing and the emotions he felt. 

Later, when he was 15, he started to skip school and hangout with thugs on the street. His face had somehow restructured itself after puberty and got quite handsome.

After many more years, the nurse who was now his mother at this point passed away and he moved back to America when he was eighteen.

That's how the story of the world's most notorious mafia started — Andrei Vasiliev. 

He climbed up the ranks of the uunderworld faster than anyone had ever done and he made his own organization, "Vory V Zakone."

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I conquered the American underworld in 4 years and I had many connections is all the seven continents. Who could stop me?

With the free time I had now, I decided to look into something and little did I know, that something would lead to my death. 

With the connections I had, I contacted the hospital where I was born. It was still functioning and the head manager paid money weekly to keep his hospital.

The call was picked and in my deep voice I spoke;

"If you want to be freed of the money you pay weekly to my underlings. Send the copies of the birth certificates of Stephen Morgans and the contact info of his parents."

That was done very quickly and the next day, I was driving down to Ohio in a green coloured Ferrari.

I reached the address that was in the message sent to me and I was told that they had moved to another house in the same city.

Not thanking the random person, I drove off and I reached the new address. 

No one was home so there wasn't much of a commotion when I yanked off the door handle, ruining the whole lock system.

I walked around, seeing the images on the walls but I couldn't find one about my brother, not that I cared anyway. I would deal with him later.

After a few moments, I heard a voice. 

"Aww, dam it. Who destroyed my door handle."

The owner of the voice walked into the room. It was a 70 year old man who'd just finished playing poker with his friend 2 blocks away and his fragile heart couldn't take it when he saw the handsome man standing in the room.

"Oh my..." he couldn't help but say. 

"I'm not sorry about the door, Mr. Morgans. It was my idiot bodyguards fault. He'll be back in 1 hour. You can scold him however you want." Andrei spoke with a straight face.

"Can we talk? Me you and your wife and son?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. You can't see my wife any more. She passed away five years ago from cancer and I have no son. I disowned him many years ago." Morgans replied. 

"Ah, I see. No condolences." 

"Give me a moment. I'll make us some tea." Morgans said and he went straight into the kitchen. He could see the picture here, a young privileged man who never knew how to say sorry to 'commoners' coming to his house to request something.

After 15 minutes, he was back in the living room with two cups and a kettle filled with tea. He dropped it on the table and poured tea into the cups and gave one to Andrei.

Andrei sipped the tea and he spat it back into the cup and threw everything into a part of the room.

"Poorly brewed."

"Hey! I bought that on a limited edition from McDonal–!"

Morgans stopped speaking immediately. In front of him was a gun. A real gun! Not from the movies. 

"I think I've wasted enough time. Let's get to the real talk right away. Mister Morgans, how many children have you had?" 

Morgans gulped down a mouthful of saliva. 

"W-ww-o-one! One!" 

"Answer truthfully."

"Two! I had two!"

"Now, let me ask. What happened to the other child. You've only talked about one."

"I-i... I left him in the hospital after he was born..." Morgans was shaking all over.

One single mishap and his lifeless body would topple over. Could this guy be working with the police pheraphs?

"No, I'm not." Andrei replied like he was reading Morgans' mind. "Back to the topic, why did you do that? Leaving the child in the hospital."

"B-because he was so ugly and distorted my whole body cringed at the sight of him! It was horrifying! Hii!!" He screamed as Andrei lifted the gun and aimed at his head. 

"Well, surprise. That ugly, distorted baby that made your body cringe at the sight of him is the man right in front of you."

Morgans felt his world breaking. This man was his son? However, he wasn't shaking anymore and instead he had a creepy smile on his face. 

"Hahahaha! At least I'm not going down alone! The symptoms of the poison should be showing up any moment now!" Morgans said as he glanced at the wall-clock. 

Just as he said, Andrei began to cough violently and blood began to show up in his coughs.

"YOU! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Andrei bellowed.

"I knew I should have done that! I always wanted a Ferrari and pointing the dots, I knew it was you–!"

Morgans didn't get to finish as three bullets drilled themselves into his head.

Andrei gripped his stomach but he couldn't slow down his inevitable death. 

"Damn it. It was that tea." He sat on the ground, sitting down to die looking cool but his efforts were in vain as he toppled over after he passed.

After a few weeks, neighbours started to complain of s bad smell and they discovered two bodies.

Later, it was confirmed on the 7'0clock news. Andrei Vasiliev, leader of Vory V Zakone had been killed by poison.

"Hey, Cashel? Cashel!" Emilia shouted.

Cashel snapped out of his daze and found himself staring at a purple screen in front of him.

"Ah, sorry. I was just recalling some old memories."

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