My Kenzo
Season Three: Wine

Today the man is on his last mission, visiting Doom's villa. His goal? Delivering a message from Victor, there's a reason why it wasn't Victor who met Doom.

The reason is only one, before one word says they will point at each other's weapons. Why use a pen if there is a basoka.

Slowly stepping up, his eyes peeked at every corner of the villa with the armed men there. Their source of funds still relies solely on the drug business, although some researchers have followed Steven. The gun factory was taken over by the Hudson family.

Not everyone agrees with Steven's restoration. They mostly follow Doom or join other groups.

Kenzo sighed when faced with this big door again. The door was opened by a guard. Doom was seen there, kissing Fransisca.

The woman who immediately came down from her lap, raised the dress with her chest that had been lowered.

"Why is this driver here!?" fransisca asked, disturbed.

"He's Kenzo, owner of the W&G Company. I want to talk to him. You go out first, wait for me in the room," he said, peeping Fransisca's lips at a glance.

The woman slightly glanced at Kenzo, her smiling face walking away from the room. A father from Febria this young? A surprise for him.

The door closed, Doom immediately walked over to sit on the sofa. Dealing with Kenzo.

"What did you mean by coming here? Are you interested in joining me?" tanyakanya.

Kenzo shook his head, "I want to speak on behalf of Victor. Victor surrendered you're the current head of the Dark Wild..."

The sound of laughter rang out, for a moment his laughter stopped, "Don't try to trick me, I.." his words interrupted.

"I'm Steven's foster father. My real daughter likes it, but I don't want to have a daughter-in-law involved with the mafia. Because of that Steven restored his business, besides Eden also married my adopted daughter recently. I made sure Victor wouldn't bother you and your Dark Wild anymore" he said with a rough sigh.

"You can control Victor is impossible!?" his lips, a little laugh in disbelief.

"One of my daughter-in-law works as a prosecutor. I don't want my family members to contradict me. Besides, if Victor or his kids go back to Dark Wild and let my daughter down. Then I myself will step on their necks." he replied.

Doom was silent for a moment, the man before him had many relationships and his children could not be underestimated. Maybe stopping Victor with his abilities now won't be difficult for him.

"I believe you, but Steven's dead at the hands of his girlfriend. You should have known that, right?" Doom started grabbing his cigars and matches.

"Steven is alive, he's sick right now. About Viona, whether you want to believe it or not. Victor loved him to the end." replied Kenzo began to rise up about to leave, but for a moment his steps stopped.

The man slightly turned around and said, "Distinguish between vengeance and ambition. Victor's children died because of you, using Viona as an excuse? Your greatest wish is to become the leader of the Dark Wild right?"

"Fast or late one deed will reap the rewards. Like Victor who lost his wife and children. The remaining child? Eden is permanently disabled, while Steven suffers from heart failure. There's nothing left of his life, but he's willing to improve,"

"My advice is just one, fix everything, live a quiet life as an ordinary person" he continued.

"And leave the Dark Wild? I'm not stupid." he said, pulling smoke out of his mouth.

"As for you. That is your life..." Kenzo smiled, stepped away, feeling that there was nothing to say anymore.

***

As if accusing a thief as a murderer, then justifying the action to beat him to death. It's the wrong thing, someone's dirty hands, not always dirty.

Until there is a regret left...

Several months passed, ever since Dark Wild fell into Doom's hands. The Dragon Group had stood back up with its new leader. Ambitious to avenge them, for the trap Doom once set when he was about to kill Victor and some of their members. At once because two groups that often intersect from the past.

Doom while wearing a long man's yukata, contacting someone, with a glass of wine worth hundreds of thousands of dollars per bottle in his hand, smiling face staring at the view of the pool in his villa.

Until finally the call was connected.

"Who is this?" answer someone from across there.

"It's me Doom, did you really love Viona?" tanyanya to the points.

"Why do you think I didn't remarry until now!?" furious trying to contain his emotions to find out the real reason Doom contacted him.

Doom chuckled, "Then why not treat it!? Even bring the young lady into your room!! That's hypocritical!!" maki Doom with reddened eyes, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes.

"That's Viona's request, she can't have surgery and is already saturated with chemotherapy" replied Victor who was in front of his son's nursery.

"I won't apologize, for not having wronged you. But I had a mistake on Viona, therefore after this I will apologize to her," Doom still smiled, drinking a mouthful of her wine.

"As far as you are concerned, your ego is always too high." said Victor.

"I just wanted to tell you, we used to be best friends. Even if you refuse, I want to be your best friend again, "not waiting for the answer to the last call turned off by Doom. His hands were limp, turning around now to his back in the pool.

A dozen firearms were in front of him. His face smiled, spending the rest of the wine in his glass.

"With your carefulness, then the Dark Wild will be destroyed.." the person from the Dragon group smiled. A dozen bullets hit Doom's body.

His guards out there are dead. He knew it was the last call he could make. The body of the man who had fallen into the pool behind him, his eyes were still open. Seeing the clear swimming pool water flushed from his own blood.

The man still tried to smile, remembering everything. When she secretly loves Viona, Viona prefers her best friend Victor.

Your choice was never wrong, after your death I don't know how many women I've slept with. While Victor? He only loved you until the end...

It was over for him, even his body was still being pinned down inside the pool. His breath had disappeared, the clear water was completely flushed in the fresh blood from his body.

***

A woman's hands trembled, hearing gunshots time and time again. Still wearing flimsy clothes, trying to satisfy Doom. A little crack in the locker closet near the pool. The pond had been filled with fresh blood, vaguely someone with the last clothes Doom wore was visible, floating lifeless.

The fear? Of course, not wanting to die. For the first time, Fransisca trembled in tears, her hands covering her own mouth. In order for her cries to be unheard, hoping that she would not be found. That's when people who are lulled into a comfortable life in an easy way, remember Him. Praying for his own safety. What is sincere prayer? Or for fear of death, I don't know...

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