RISEN FROM THE ASHES: GOD OF CHAOS

CHAPTER FIVE

SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA.

A black Cadillac pulled up at a mansion, and a man in a black suit and sunglasses stepped out of the car. He had a long look around the area before proceeding to open the backseat. 

“All clear,” he told the man inside. 

And then, a man stepped out of the Cadillac, with jet-black hair, green eyes, and perfect olive skin. He was wearing a lavender suit with global designs, which made him look spectacular. It was Kace Cameron. He looked around before nodding and taking a step forward. 

“Are you sure that this is a good idea?” Harvey spoke through the tiny earpiece in his ear. 

“This is how it goes down, Master Kace,” Harvey said in his ear. “This man is funding a bunch of criminal activities. There’s only one way that we can take him down for good, and that is to make sure that he’s gotten by the law.”

Kace clenched his jaw and nodded. This was his job now, and he was going to make sure that he completed it. 

“Let’s go,” he told the guard who was standing behind him, waiting for orders. The man nodded and signaled at the car. 

Two more men dressed in black suits and sunglasses stepped out into the parking lot, and they all headed towards the mansion. 

Kace scanned around, taking notes of everything he saw. There were two guards at the door and another guarding each corner of the house. They all looked heavily armed. That was going to be a big issue. 

But he clenched his throat and adjusted his tie as he walked onto the porch. The guards’ eyes fell on them, and Kace flashed him a smile. 

“Don Carlos wanted to see me?” Kace asked, his voice firm and authoritative. 

“Mr. Cameron. Welcome,” one of the guards said before opening the door for him. 

Kace nodded and stepped into the house. His three bodyguards followed suit. He looked around and saw a couple of more guards in the large living room. Seated on the couch was a man dressed in a beige colored suit. He was short, robust, and had a black receding hairline. In his mouth was a large brown cigar that curled with smoke from its lit end, and on his wrists were carats of diamonds and gold. This was Enzo Carlos, the prominent mafia Don in San Diego, who had the law at his fingertips. Every policeman and private security worked for him. He was almost unstoppable, and Kace was going to make sure that ended. 

“Kace Cameron,” Don Carlos greeted with a smile on his face. 

Kace forced a smile as he walked towards him. “Don Carlos. A pleasure to finally meet you.”

Don Carlos rose from the couch and shook his head. “No. No. The pleasure is all mine.”

“Kace, remember. Act natural,” Harvey sounded in his ear. “You need to find out where he is hiding the documents.”

“I’m sorry about what happened to your mother,” he said. “I didn’t even know she had a son. You know, I was hoping that I could get something out of her, but then poof! You showed up out of nowhere.”

He concluded that with a laugh. One that Kace didn’t find funny. It had been five years since he lost his mother. Five years since he had decided to take this path to vengeance. But so far, he had yielded nothing. Just an expansion of his business and empire. But nothing serious towards the path to his revenge. Harvey had told him he would help him get there, but so far, all they had were dead ends. 

“Can we get down to business?” He asked, getting impatient. 

Don Carlos took the cigar from his mouth and nodded in satisfaction. 

“I like your style, Cameron,” he replied. “Follow me.”

Kace turned and nodded to his three bodyguards. Only one of them, the blonde one, followed him to a secret room that seemed to be down like a basement in the mansion. But it looked more like a study as they got in, and this impressed Kace. 

“Have a seat,” Don Carlos said. 

And for the next thirty minutes, they talked about business, but that didn’t entice Kace at all. He was looking for something more. Something that would get him closer to the truth he wished for. 

“I think I like that, Cameron,” Don Carlos said in conclusion as he nodded his head. 

“Just one more thing, Don,” he added. 

Don Carlos raised an eyebrow and dropped the burnt cigar into the ashtray at the edge of the table. The guard behind him, noticing something suspicious brewing, began reaching towards his hip where his gun was strapped. 

“Yes?” Heaskedd. 

“Did you have any connections with the military, let’s say, like a decade ago?” Kace asked. 

Don Carlos looked at him, completely shocked. His brown eyes raked Kace as he wondered where he had gotten such audacity from. 

“No. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, trying to avoid further questions, but Kace knew better. 

“You know. There was a base not far from here in San Diego where guns and ammunition were being stolen, or should I say sold off to a particular mercenary,” Kace continued. 

Don Carlos laughed so hard that his voice echoed throughout the room. He turned back to the guard behind, wiping off a tear from his eye. Kace clenched his fists and tapped his gloved hand on the chair he sat on. This would end soon. It was only a matter of time. 

“Did you hear that?” He asked his guard. “That was the funniest shit I've heard in a long time. Now, why would you think that the military would sell off weapons to me?”

Kace clenched his jaw and reached into the inner pocket of his suit. The guard behind Don Carlos already reached for his gun, but the Don stopped him. Kace pulled out a couple of photos and dropped them on the table. Don Carlos stared at the pictures, trying to understand what was before him. 

“What the hell is this?” He asked, his face twisted into rage as he stared at the photos. 

“A decade ago. There was a camp at the border of San Diego. We called it St. Maria. A special camp was set up to inspect a few terrorist actions going on from California all the way to Missouri and Louisiana. But then, some of our ammunition in the armory started missing. And then, some supplies didn’t even make it to camp.”

Don Carlos was shocked as he listened to Kace, whose tone was stone cold.

“Now. I happen to know that these pictures contain some of the weapons that were stolen, and your thugs have them,” Kace added. 

Don Carlos’s brows were furrowed in rage now. Kace could see his left hand twitching like he was waiting for a boil over. 

“You are an ex-military veteran, aren’t you?” He asked through his clenched jaw. 

“That’s right. Now, something happened in that camp a few years ago which led to some of us being indicted and sent away from the force,” he said, stretching his gloved hands. “Now you’re going to tell me what happened, or we are going to make this evening a very painful one.”

“Master Kace. This isn’t what we discussed,” Harvey said in the earpiece, but Kace ignored him. 

Beads of sweat were now gathered at the forehead of Don Carlo, who was getting more infuriated with each passing minute. 

“Is that a threat?” He asked, gritting his teeth. 

“No. It’s a warning,” Kace replied gently. 

Don Carlos turned his guard. “Take down this fool, immediately!”

The guard nodded and pulled out his gun, but a bullet whistled past Kace’s ear and popped the skull of the guard. He dropped dead to the ground. His guard had taken him down.   

Don Carlos stared at the lifeless body of his guard in rage. 

“What the hell is going on?!” He demanded, slamming his fist on the desk. 

“Answer my question. And also, you’re going to tell me who sold those weapons to you,” Kace replied. 

“I’d rather die than tell you anything!” He said. “Guards! Get them!”

Kace chuckled and crossed his legs as he eased further into the chair. Don Carlos stared at him in shock. 

“Your guards are being occupied at the moment,” he said before reaching into his inner breast pocket and pulling out a magnum .45 with a silencer. “Now. Are you ready to talk?”

“Go to hell,” he barked in rage.

“Alright. Let’s do this the hard way,” Kace said, aiming for his wrist and shooting a bullet through the left palm. 

“Holy shit! Fuck!” Don Carlos yelled as he held his bleeding hand. “You fuckin’ shot me?! You sick motherfucker shot me!?”

“Who sold you those weapons?” Kace asked again. 

“It was just a guy who acted as a middleman,” he said, holding his hand. “His name wasJarrell Milton. That’s all I know.”

Kace smiled and placed the gun back in his suit. “That wasn’t so hard now. Was it?”

“Fuck you!” He yelled as he held his bleeding fist. 

The metallic tang of blood filled the air, which made his nose wrinkle. 

“Now. About the other question….”

“I don’t know. I told you. I don’t know anything about what happened in the camp. AsksJarrell,” Don Carlos said, his voice cracking. 

Disappointed, Kace rose from the chair and walked towards the door. 

“That’ll be all,” he said. 

The blonde guard turned to him, waiting for further instruction. 

“Kill him,” He said, before walking out of the room.