Someone like him, the things that had happened since that day. His father being absent didn’t help but what could he do? The business soon left him and he needed to adjust, so here he sat down in bar ready to relax and begin his days, what could he do but wait? Allow people to hunt him down as that seemed to be the things that everyone did?

Estarossa knew that this was just how things worked and he had to prepare, this was what awaited him now. A life on the run, no cash, besides the couple million that his father had left him. His mother, well, better things be left unsaid about her right now.

“Oh look at you, wonderful, sitting down and wallowing in the dark night like some kind of cliche superhero who wants everyone to go their way.”

Esta turned around and noticed his annoying little brother, Zeldris. What in the actual fuck!? He was supposed to be in England or somewhere, they didn’t really keep tabs on one another. An occasion call and a gift of cash was the closest thing to a family reunion that they got around their family.

“I swear to Osiris himself, I’m going to kill you…what in the actual fuck are you doing here!? I thought you had a thing in England or Asia? Or…you know, somewhere that wasn’t around me!”

Zeldris mocked him by laughing like he had nowhere else better to be, his brother was a treasure trove in terms of teasing and never letting go of certain things, this is what brought them to this stage.

“Oh what a joy you are dear brother, I never forget that is why Mom left us to that psychotic man of a father.”

Estarossa mocked him back, laughing with a bit of his own gusto in place before turning back to his grape juice, he was not going to entertain the thought of his brother, that was not what he needed right now and he would calmly tell him that. He was willing to indulge him, let him see where he wanted to go from there. Sometimes, and they were very few, they had good times.

“Oh Zelly, how I do love you sometimes but why and I truly mean it, why are you here right now? Besides bringing up things that would best be buried and left alone.”

Zeldris sat down opposite his brother, grabbing himself a glass and pouring himself some fine ol grape juice. He never really disliked his brother’s quirks but he did think that he could do without them, how they tore him apart, in different ways, until all that was left was an elder brother ready to give up on life.

“I got some news from an old friend of mine. You know them guys, what're their fucking names again…hmm fuck sake! Oh yeah! Harlequin or King, he’s been skulking around Los Angeles and tells me of some things, the news that hits the streets and who’s doing what. Apparently he’s heard some news of ‘The Bandit King’. Hm?”

Estarossa gave his brother a look that told him he was less than pleased, why did he need to hear about the bandit king? Someone that had caused their family some troubles, he shook his head, pouring himself another glass of the grape juice.

He thought over his words, the bandit king, someone like him, that was someone who applied themselves and now here they sat down talking about the person who controlled half of the companies in the Seven Cities. A powerful man was the bandit king, Ban. A man who they had used to work with in the past.

“So? What does he want? Surely he does not wish to come to us again? We’re out of the game, are we not brother?”

Zeldris looked away, pouting, his eyes holding a certain degree to them, almost like he was daring him to question it. This was something else though, his brother had changed in the time they had spent together. A different man, someone who had now denied family due to their other relations with family, a brother who was now nothing more than a criminal.

A boss he may be but someone who did not share and only cared to bring about a cruel and self-made utopia in the image he saw in his head. It was different, deciding to part himself from it, Estarossa stood from his chair.

“So, we’re not out of the game and you’ve made a deal, what’s it about brother? I can see it in your eyes, just like I have always been able to see that look in your fucking eyes! I can see it there. You made a deal that is going to fuck all of us in the ass!”

Zel stood from his seat, slamming his fist on the table and seemingly bringing the ire of his elder brother onto him. Only then again, what else was new from that? They were fractured beyond belief, three brothers and three different fates.

“I did what was best for us you idiot! Don’t you see it!? They would have killed us, from the Firm, Asian Clans, Jewish gangs, the Mob, the fucking bikers with their peaceful bullshit on a mindless drone have come back into the fold. I did this, you know what we are capable of! Or have you forgot that hm, Michael?”

Estarossa smirked, his eyes holding anger but there it was, that barb, the changed posture in how his brother was presenting himself. A true warrior, a true boss…a true heir that he had deserved but that name. The name he denied now, a life he had denied and would always deny…

“Oh no, I haven’t forgotten but I wonder, just what have you gotten us involved in?”