CHAPTER 7

The moment they left, Marco was still unconscious and a flash of memory suddenly appeared on his mind. But the first memory that came to his head is when he was inside the mansion, talking to his mega-rich father, Ricardo Montreal while having their intimate dinner and were surrounded by their twelve royal guards. Since Vincent was a kid, his mother died of an accident, at least that's what he know. Since then, the only one taking care of him is his father.

"Vincent, I trained you hard enough to so you can sell guns and illegal weapons on the black market. Afterall, our underground businesses are the main reason why our legal businesses remain afloat-"

At the back of Vincent's mind, he wanted his father to stop trading underground and the only way he could stop him is by learning it himself. Additionally, he left with no other choice but to follow what his father wants.

"Are you not afraid that someday, someone might expose us to bring us down?" said Vincent.

Ricardo Montreal was very direct with his words, he had no filter and never adjust for anyone. "Why would I be afraid? I am even richer than God who does not exists. Anyone who dared to infiltrate my businesses will have their painful public humiliation before they died!"

Vincent dropped his Spoon and porked. "Sorry that," he took a deep breath and gather his strength to speak again. He knew that the moment he raised his concern, he is already disrespecting his father who never shows pity to anyone that try to go against his will. "I wanted you to disown me... I hate living a life like this, so please let me do whatever the hell I want. Social life is what I need and not those lavish things you've given me!"

Ricardo Montreal looked at his son fiercely but his calm voice has a terrifying sound. Vincent was not intimidated though. "I see... just make sure that you will not regret abandoning all the things that you have. Once you walked away from me, you need to take off everything I gave you, Vincent! You are really such a disappointment!"

Vincent blinked his eyes twice and thankfully, he had already seen it coming. "For the past 20 year of my life, I am well aware of your attitude. But it took me 6 months to realize that the foods I ate, the clothes I wear, the luxury cars I have were came from the pocket of someone who has been doing illegal transactions underground. Exploiting your powers and money to control the authorities you considered underdog!"

"I like to shut that mouth of yours. You have the audacity to speak to someone who raised you?"

"You raised me wrong, father. I was too naive not to notice that this so-called family is toxic. However, I felt like my head banged on the wall and I became a different person. Being in this family means you are untouchable and out of reach," he stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. "I used to admire you when I was growing up, but I'd never realize that I was fooled before. As your only son, I have learned that money and power can manipulate blind followers!"

All the royal bodyguards pointed their guns at Vincent. He raised his hand and everyone thought he would humble himself, yet what happened is the opposite. "If you think that you can intimidate me by ordering your royal guards to kill me, then you are more stupid than I thought!" he said to his father and there was no remark of hesitation with the words he blurted out.

Ricardo Montreal raised his hand and spoke with a distinct voice. "Please stop pointing your guns at my son-"

"Sir, he is already disrespecting you!" said Markus, the leader of the royal guards.

"Markus, there is nothing to worry about. My son has no gun and all he could do is give me a taste of my awful medicine. I think that's what he thinks it is!"

Vincent suddenly took the gun he was hiding under his coat and pointed it at his father. "You've got a wrong idea, father. I cannot die alone, satan would be happy to see you in hell as well!"

Ricardo smirked. "Vincent, my only son... I am really disappointed with you from the time you were born. I've got that instinct that you would soon turn out to be the one to hinder the life I've dream. You inherited nothing from me, and your attitude reminds me of your useless mother! You know what I did?"

Ricardo dragged his feet and whispered to Vincent. "I killed your mom because I was really disappointed with her too. She never supported me and she left me with no other choice but to silenced her. As you know, I hate people disobeying me!"

Vincent's eyes widened in shock. Never did he imagine that his very own father would end the life of his mother. He looked down, closed his eyes while still pointing his gun at his father's head. "That's a lie, she died of car president!"

Ricardo put Vincent's gun aside. "And who told you that she died of a car accident?"

Vincent opened his eyes wide enough and yelled at his father. "PLEASE TELL ME IT'S A LIE... YOU'RE A DEMON BUT YOU'VE NEVER GO THAT FAR JUST TO ATTAIN YOUR SILLY AMBITIONS!"

"Son, you don't know me and you don't know how my mind works either. That night, we had an intense argument when I told her that I want to become the President of this nation to gain more powers so I could expand my underground businesses!"

"I am sorry father, you have proven to me that killing is the best option right now and I could care less if I am gonna die alongside you!"

"You're too you and unexperienced, not like these twelve royal guards I trained to protect me. Just so you know, before you could even pull the trigger, you are already lying on the floor drenched in your own blood!"

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