B.L.O.O.D (BlackRose)

fifty eight

“What time is it now?”

“Ten.”

Ricard frowned, many things flashed through his mind. He did not expect it turned out that all this time his father had lied to him, almost everything he said in the form of an essay arranged in such a way that it seemed real.

“So, Angel just joined our organization and Mr. Blood lied about Angel.”'s life Louis said that spontaneously made Ricard's forehead shrivel.

“Ah, I'm sorry Richard I didn't mean.”

“No problem, it is a fact.”

Richard throws a paper with a note about Angel, one of which contains Angel's personal data complete with Angel's date of incorporation into the Blood organization. And another paper contains a record of the murder of Robert who turned out to be the chairman of the strongest mafia organization in Britain and even Europe, who is also Angel's adoptive father.

“But, everything is still unclear.”

“No Lou, everything is now clear. Angel was targeted because he was the only family owned by Robert, which means if Robert died then all of Robert's wealth and position fell into the hands of Angel.”

“Waw, so Angel is the new SnowDancer chairman?”

“Ya.”

“But, isn't Robert alive at the moment. The proof was never any news of his death, be it oral or written, even SnowDancer was still operating as usual. The document could be fake.”

“If this document is a fake, what did my father hide it for?”

Louis was silent and thought, so he decided to take off his jacket, as Louis was about to hang up his jacket he felt a book in his right pocket. Now he remembered a small notebook he had taken from the safe, a brown-coated book that was old and worn out.

“What is Lou?”

“I also found this time looking for that file.”

When Ricard opened the book, a photo popped out of one of the pages of the book, a photo of three men with stout and dashing bodies while holding a cup containing a drink raised to the top. Ricard immediately recognized one of the faces of the three men.

“Mr Blood.” Louis

Ricard flipped the photo and found the initials of the names of the people in the photo.

‘TRJ, One for all and all for one.’

“Persis like three Musketeers only they look more modern.” Ketus Louis's.

“T is the initials of my father's name, R is the initials of Robert, but who is this Mr J?”

“If this is your father, this Robert means this is Mr. J.” Louis pointed at the people in the photo. “Have we seen it? He doesn't look foreign to me.”

“Contact Lou.” Ricard opened the book and began to read through the pages very carefully, hoping that his father would leave a clue.

Ricard permeated each line, now everything was clear. The book turned out to contain important notes, similar to a diary but shorter and very complex. Mr. Blood recorded everything in detail, in light language.

“Mr. J is Jonathan, and he is a traitor. The cold-blooded mobster who could have killed his friend, Mr. Robert had planned it carefully, he was also targeting my father.The goal is to have all the power on his side, he wants to rule the mafia world.”

“Is there any proof?”

“No, just my father's perception.”

“Then, what does this have to do with Angel?”

“Ricard, now I remember. Jonathan is the name of the chairman of the organization, ah wait a minute. What yes?..., Organization.”

“Deathknell.”

“Yes, the head of the Deathknell organization named Jonathan. But didn't he die years ago, even as I recall the year he died long before Robert's death. It was even rumored that the organization had been disbanded, and some of its members became common criminals because no mafia organization was willing to accept them as members.”

“You're right, is it possible that someone from the organization is feeling hurt and trying to rebuild the Deathknell.” organization

“It could be, whoever it was must have been spying on SnowDancer with the intention of seizing power. And he also knows the secret of Robert's death as well as his adopted son Aqila who is none other than our Angel.”

“That means, Angel is in danger.”

“Not just Angel, Blood is also in danger. It could be that Deathknell members have entered Blood's organization without us noticing, and DarkRiver is the intermediary.”

“Our organization is already completely messy, unknowingly we have already fallen into the hands of DarkRiver.”

“You are right, the only way to save the Blood organization is to get help from the strongest organization in Europe namely SnowDancer.”

“How?”

“Oh Lou, why do you look like a fool. Of course by returning Angel to the position it should be, that way he would want to help us.”

“But, didn't lord Blood have lied to him. It could have been hurt and instead turned to attack us.”

“No, don't think negatively just yet. We have to figure out a way to save Angel and bring her to Boston.”

“Boston? Why go there?”

“Lawyer Robert hid there, he kept all the documents that strengthen Angel's position, this.” Ricard threw a business card that was also tucked in the notebook.

“Mr Martin Luther, it sounds interesting. SnowDancer turned out to be really amazing.”

“Well Mr. Ricard, we'd better take a break tonight. You know, I'm so tired.”

There was only one bed in the room so Louis and Ricard inevitably had to share the bed, Louis took a position facing the wall with Ricard right next to him.

“Goodnight”

Now Louis is in a comfortable position, he has begun to fall asleep. But Ricard remained in a standby position, occasionally peeking out from behind the window to make sure they were safe. The nighttime atmosphere in the place was completely silent and calm, Ricard who began to be lulled by the breeze of the worn-out AC slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In an empty space Ricard stared around, there was no one there just himself and a shadow that attacked him. Ricard could not avoid, many times he was beaten and kicked. Ricard wanted to fight but his body was so weak that he could only endure the pain, now he bounced until his body slammed into the wall and the shadow pulled out a gun from behind the jacket he pointed the gun at Ricard's forehead, blood dripping from every body Ricard injured and..

Dorrr....

“Ricard... Build.”

Ricard's breathing was panting, half conscious he was holding his head.

“Hosh.., turns out to be a dream.”

“Prepare, we must go to Angel.” immediately Louis brushed his hair and tucked it

Ricard, visibly shocked, looked at Louis with a strange look, now rising from his bed and preparing to continue his journey. While Louis who was ready many times called Angel but never lifted.

“Where did the girl go, just see if you meet later.”