Arestair's POV :
*While he was still in Canada*

I was in the middle of a meeting when suddenly my phone rang. Looking at the caller id was enough to make me feel anger boil inside of me. It was Clamentine . What did he want now.

I have hated this man for as long as I can remember. He was the most heartless and cruel man I had ever seen. He never showed even an ounce of mercy even to his own son.

When I was younger, I used to think that I only disliked him. But now I know, I don't dislike him, I hate him, I loath him.

Clamentine trained me to become the next leader of Creymour . I was his only son and successor. The beatings and tortures I received for every failure used to make me fear him.

If I showed any sign of fear or mercy, it would end up in me being whipped 50 times and then locked in my room without any treatment or food.

My mom would beg him to stop, crying every time it happened. But he would drag her away and Won't allow her to meet me until the punishment was over.

I was still blinded by the lies he fed me. I was a child who only wanted to be approved or appreciated by his father. My hatred for him started after a certain incident.

********flashback*********

One time Clamentine brought an old man to the dungeon. I was 12 at the time.  He ordered me to torture the old man and kill him after. And told me "make sure he doesn't have an easy death!"

I didn't ask why he was being killed. I wasn't allowed to ask questions in these matters. These were confidential things. And I was still not considered as a capable person to know these.

Just get an order and do as he says, that's what I was taught. The old man looked like he wouldn't live longer anyways, I felt pity.

But even after torturing him to the point any man would beg for death, he only laughed in his weak voice.

The fire in his eyes never died, it glowed shinier then ever if possible . And that impressed me.

But what made me more intrigued was I did not see any resentment or hatred towards me in his eyes. Every other man or woman I tortured held the same look of hatred towards me, but he didn't....

"Don't you feel angry? Don't you want to kill me? Curse me? Torture me the way I tortured you? Why are you only laughing!" I yelled.

"No I don't.. "

"Why not?"

" Because You're just a child, you're only doing what you have been taught and told to do. You don't even know why I'm being punished, isn't that right?"

"......" I couldn't say anything.

"So me being hurt has nothing to do with you.

Plus, I can see the whip marks on your arms and legs. It's clear that You're only doing this out of fear, fear of being punished. It's not your fault, I'm not angry with you"

" But I tortured you! I will kill you! You'll die! You should hate me!" I yelled, frustrated. It's easier for me to kill someone who resents me.

But killing someone who doesn't even hate me for hurting them.....even the thought of that was painful.. No matter what, I was still a child. Many things were more painful to me than they were supposed to be..

He just laughed.

"Boy, I don't fear death. I know I did what was right and I don't have any regrets. Knowing that I died fighting for the right things is the best gift I could ask for. " he breathed a little.

His breathing sound was enough to indicate just how hard it was for him even inhale.

"My life is already over. I would die in a short time even if you don't kill me. But...

But you're a nice boy. I just wish you could live a better life and be a better person. You are only a child. You still have your whole life ahead of you.

The world has so much to offer, if only you could see all of that instead of seeing and doing these dark.. gruesome things..."the man slowly said, his energy almost all gone.

Yet look of sympathy adorned his face. Sympathy for me, his probable murderer... He was in no state to show sympathy to me...

His words clenched at my heart, clawed on it. No one besides my mom had told me nice things or showed me concern, even when I was whipped or starved for days.

My father's men ignored me like I didn’t even exist. They only followed my father's orders. I felt lonely..empty..

Yet this man who was about to die, already covered with his own blood... Was wishing good things for me.

Was he trying to melt my heart to trick me into letting him go?

One look in his eyes, and all doubts were cleared.. He has no intention of escaping. It was the opposite. He was awaiting his death.

I was feeling attached to him, I was being impressed by him. And that was bad. I internally warned myself not to be soft, being soft was weakness.

" What did you do? Why are you being killed? If you did good things, then you wouldn't be punished. You must have done something bad" I asked.

I was never told the details about anything as they were mafia world secrets.

But, I never cared enough to ask anyways. Because dad told me the people being punished were all bad people. Or traitors who sold out the gang info to other gangs.

I thought they really were bad people. I believed that my dad didn't do anything bad. I wish I knew just how wrong I was.

The man stared at me with his half closed eyes that he could barely open.

Then he asked me back  "  Do you know the history of creymour gang?"
I shook my head.

I didn’t like that he questioned me back without replying to mine first. But I was too curious to know about stuff, so I let it slide.

No one would ever tell me anything. This was a good opportunity to know stuff.

He sighed "I guess you have been kept in the dark more than I thought. All the more reason for me to not hate you."

" I used to be your grandfather's right hand man. He was a great man, he never let any crime go unpunished. Even though he was a mafia leader. Even though it wasn’t his job to serve justice.

And we were proud of him, the citizens loved him and relied on him more than the police. Why wouldn't they, he was a honest and just person after all.

And he was the one who had made this gang to what it is now. When your grandfather first came, this gang only had 300 men. It had a different leader and was barely thriving.

But after he took over, the gang grew, small gangs also started to join under his name. Soon it went from 300 to 40,000. "

I really didn't know any of these, no one would tell me anything involving the gang.

Turns out I had a grandfather. That's good to know.

"I served him for years. But suddenly 15 years ago he disappeared without a trace. We couldn't find him no matter what.

After that your father took over, he was 23 at that time. We searched for you grandfather for three years under your father's order. But slowly we all gave up.

Everything went south from then on. All the illegal business started, drug dealing, human trafficking, rape, kidnap, murder and many more crimes were being allowed more and more.

Your father was the one ordering most of the gruesome things. No one had Imagined that the son of a great man would turn out to be such a monster. " he seethed

I stared at him, shocked. It can't be true. "You're lying!! My father wouldn't do such things!!! He's not a bad man! " I barked.

I know he's harsh, but he wouldn't kill innocents, would he?..He wouldn't do evil things, right? This old man was lying, I'm sure.

The man laughed a dry laugh, mocking my words.

" He wouldn't?! He would be the first one to do all of those without a second thought. I left the gang after Your father took over. I haven’t bothered to return even once all these years.

But 2 years ago, my daughter went missing, while searching for her I found out he was selling off girls and boys as slaves in auctions." he looked like he was barely holding himself from crying.

" The whole auction was organised by creymour gang. My daughter had been kidnapped and sold off in that auction.

I went to your father for help, begged him to return my daughter. For the sake of my service to his dad, he told me he would bring her back.

But his men gang raped her and killed her on the way. She had been raped before too by her master. They only brought back her dead body. " this time a tear escaped his eyes..

"I yelled, screamed at your father. He just laughed and told me that he promised he would bring her back.

He never said dead or alive. He said her safety was none of his concern and said that his men also needed some 'fun' at times.

I lost it. I wanted to kill him but they beat me up and threw me out with my daughter's dead body. They warned me not to come back or I would end up like my daughter".

At this point he started sobbing. And my mind went blank. I may have tortured people. But I only tortured because I thought they were bad people.

So what if what he's saying was true. If it is...then what does that make me... his story made me feel horrible..

"I then gathered every information for 2 years and Allies from gangs your grandfather had helped .

One month ago we found out Your father was going to have a huge auction. He was gonna sell 457 people in that one auction.

I couldn't let that happen. We attacked on the night of the event, killed the auctioneers and a lot of rich buyers. Also all of your father's men present there.

They didn't deserve to be called human, they didn't deserve to live. We freed all of the people who were about to be sold.

And then set the auction house on fire so that no more auctions could be hold there. Then we fled before your fathers reinforcement came. "

"After that I tried to stay hidden but got caught today.

I couldn't save my daughter, but at least I could save those who were still alive. At least they could live their lives with freedom.

I couldn't let all those people suffer the same fate my daughter did. No one.. No one deserves to die or be sold off like that.." he paused.

My heart was sinking deeper and deeper. I didn't know if this man was telling the truth but if he was, he didn't deserve to die. What If this is the truth.

In this small amount of time, I had already started to like this man. I didn’t want him to die. I had to get him out of here.

But before I could say something or even move I heard footsteps behind me.

Dad!