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Six months later

Dexter was walking to James' office because apparently, he needed him for something. He had recently turned eight, and from the constant training, he had raised his strength and agility stat up to eight. It had been a relatively peaceful time, but he still hadn't been let out to go visit the orphanage.

He had been tempted to sneak out a few times but decided better because he didn't want to risk putting Ratana in any more danger. It was now 1979, and he was slowly getting closer to when shit would go crazy.

Arriving at James' office, he opened the door while knocking on it as he loved to annoy James.

James looked up and let out a sigh. He signaled for Dexter to take a seat, and he did just that.

"Jamie, what's going on? Did you finally lose your virginity? This calls for celebration. I'll gather everyone!" Dexter rejoiced and instantly got up to leave in a rushed manner.

"If you don't shut the fuck up and sit back down, I'll kill every fucking person from your stupid god damned orphanage!" James fumed and pulled a gun on him before continuing.

"Look, kid, I like you, I really do, but when it comes to business, I will kill you if you ever fuck something up. Now listen to what I need you to do, and don't speak unless I tell you to."

Dexter just nodded his head while thinking that James might actually be a virgin. He never expected him to get that pissed off, as he usually took jokes pretty well.

"Tonight, a representative from the Italian mafia has agreed for a friendly discussion at a bar tonight. I heard she has a family and really likes kids. No, don't worry, she doesn't like them like that, at least I think so." James paused for a second and lit up a cigarette, then continued.

"When I spoke with her on the phone, I told her that I had plans with a child I adopted, and she had a positive reaction to that. I told her I could stop by with you for a quick discussion, and she agreed. Now, since you won't look cute for much longer, I need to make use of that. Don't you agree?" James concluded.

Dexter didn't say anything and just sat there for a bit. After all, the man didn't tell him he could speak. After James realized what Dexter was doing, he started to get pissed off again, but Dexter immediately said yes.

"Alright, since we're going to a bar, we don't need to dress you up. Just be ready to leave in an hour." James said while getting up and leaving the office.

An hour later, the two of them hopped inside of a 1970 Camaro. Dexter wasn't a big car person but could at least recognize something like that. They arrived at the bar, and Dexter was a little worried when he saw which one it was. He was wondering why the fuck would they have a discussion at the Yellowflag.

Dexter prayed that Revy wasn't already in Roanapur while opening the car door. He'd really rather not get blown up or caught in a gunfight. Even her presence in the city could cause the bar to explode.

"Hey Dex, leave your pistol in here, alright? I wouldn't look too good if she saw it." James ordered, and Dexter looked like he saw a ghost. He agreed and stepped out. If anything happened, he could just take one off of a body or something.

The two of them went inside, and Dexter activated his childish mode and grabbed James' hand, scanning the room like a scared child when seeing how many people were in the bar.

James led him over to a table where a beautiful woman was sitting with two other people he presumed were bodyguards standing behind her. The lady had brown hair with hazel eyes. She carried the vibe of a mature woman, and Dexter liked that about her.

"It's ni-" James was speaking when Dexter suddenly cut him off.

"Dad! You didn't tell me you were going to see such a beautiful lady!" he said, and before anyone could react, he sat down next to her and put his hand out for a shake. She took it and shook his hand.

"It's very nice to meet you; You can call me Dex; only my friends get to call me that, hehe," Dexter stated and then looked down to the floor shyly. He hated every moment of this, but the acting was a relatively simple affair to him.

"Aw, that's so sweet of you, Dex. My name is Rachelle Pellitteri, and of course, ill be your friend," she reassured while playing with his hair. Meanwhile, James was watching the show with a wry smile. After seeing this performance, he decided to reward Dexter no matter what happened with this meeting. He had just increased the chance of getting what he wanted by a massive amount.

"heheh big sis is really kind. You should come to visit dad and me some time. We can play games, and I know you'll love it." Dexter offered, then used his ultimate move by letting out a huge childish grin. He was still cutting eye contact on and off shyly the whole time.

"Of course I'd love to. I just need to discuss some business with your father." She said kindly.

"Okay, but couldn't you just come to our place now? I-i don't want to stay here with these scary people." Dexter replied while scanning the room, and then he went for a hug, and to his surprise, she actually hugged him.

"If it's fine with your father, It's okay with me. Hey James, you okay with that?" She asked.

"Yeah, that's fine. Should we go now?" James answered calmly while internally he was losing it. He didn't know what the fuck was going on at this point. They all got up, and Dexter grabbed Rachelles' hand.

"Let's go, Rachelle!" Dexter rejoiced.