CHAPTER 6

The man in the red hoodie jacket turned his back at him and replied. "There is no need for you to know who I am and the only reason why I am helping is because I also have a grudge against someone who buried you alive, so please stand on your feet and remember those people who inflicted pain upon you and made you feel you are like a trash. It is much better as well if you keep your true name to yourself, in that way we can make sure that you are safe while preparing for your return.

"How do I find you?" asked Marco again.

"I don't think we will meet again but once our path crossed, do not considered me you ally anymore! Trust me, you will regret that I saved your life!"

The man with the red hoodie jacket disappeared left while Marco crawled until he reach a nearby palm tree to cover himself from the heavy rain. Realizing that there were no people around, he shed tears while remembering all the things that have happened to him until this very moment. Thus, the word trash keeps popping on his head whenever he thinks of his wife and her family.

The burning desire to avenge himself has helped him regained his strength. Carrying the money and his phone, he walked away and let his feet bring him to somewhere down the road. His mind was afloat and he did not notice that he was heading in front of an old tacky house and it seems like there was nobody living in there.

The heavy rain was not stopping so he decided to enter the old tacky house. One month after, he became used to living alone inside the tacky house and it seems that nobody is claiming it. Not until a group of men infiltrated the house while he was eating on the table. They were dressed in black and they seems to be unfriendly.

"Who are you?" Marco asked in shock as he did not expect they would forced their way inside the house and surrounded him.

None of them answered him, instead they pointed their gun at him. In fear, Marco lifted his hands in the air and circled his eyes at them but they don't seem familiar in his eyes.

"Are you working for Mr. Gonzales?" he asked. "If you don't answer then I assumed that you are!"

"We are not!" answered the guy at his back. "This is our territory and we worked under your father, Vincent. We've been searching for your location since the night you disappeared. Someone recognizes your face and stalked you here!"

The flashback of Mr. Gonzales calling him Vincent popped up on his head again and he turned around to face the guy who called him by that name.

"What did you say?"

"It seems you have forgotten who you are, Vincent!" said the man. "I am Ezekiel and I am the head bodyguard of your father. He assigned me to pick you up and return you to his mansion!"

Marco was clever enough to ask a question. "But why did you pointed your gun at me?"

Suddenly, another group of men arrived and shotted the house, the group of black men focused their attention on strangers shotting outside. Marco used this opportunity and hide on the second floor of the house while still thinking what is going on with the shooting. Frustrated by what is happening, he punched the wall until his hand bled. He leaned his head on the wall and sobbed.

"Dammit! Why I can't remember anything? Why I can't find peace? I thought leaving my wife was the best idea. Do I have a very dark past that many people are hunting me down with their guns?" tears started running down his face.

The glass on the window got broken and someone appeared at his back.

"Marco, your life is endanger and it will not stop unless you regain your memory!"

When Marco turned around, he was surprised to see the man in the red hoodie jacket again. He pointed his gun at at him the moment their eyes met.

"Your father wanted you to return to your home and I cannot allow that to happen. Did I not tell you that once we meet again, do not consider me your ally anymore?" he returned his gun on his coat and stepped closer to Marco while he was backpedaling.

"What are you gonna do?" Marco asked, terrified of the way he looks at him.

Two men appeared at the back of Marco, carrying two suitcases. They dropped the suitcase and they held him on his arms. Then, the Man in red hoodie jacket started beating up his face until it was full of bruises. Not contented by this, he banged Marco's head against the wall til he was knocked unconscious and fell on the ground.

"That's enough, we are not going to kill him. Two hits of his face on the wall should be enough to help him return his memory. Once that happened, he will become a very dangerous man and he will return to avenge all of his enemies!" said the man in red hoodie Jacket. "More importantly, give him enough money so he could afford living on the apartment!"

Two men did as what the man it red hoodie jacket said. They opened the suitcases and put them beside Marco.

"By the way, go downstairs and make sure that you really killed those bastards coming after Marco. None of them is allowed to survive," he commanded. "I'm gonna protect the life of this man until he recovers his memories!"

"Sir James, I cannot fathom what your plan really is. You used to work under Mr. Gonzales and you knew exactly why they wanted this man to die on his hand. I am certain that they already knew that we saved the son of his mortal enemy!" said one his bodyguards.

"Let us put it simple," he looked down at Marco's unconscious body. "This man is the pawn I advance to win this battle. He plays a vital role in making my plans succeeded!"

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