Trust is earned, no bought, just in some cases, but that don`t mean treason is allowed, and treason is unforgivable. One day, after selling some drugs, Dovahkin went back to his home, when he got close to his apartment, he saw police cars in front of the building! Something happened and a bad sensation came kicking in. When he got close, he saw 2 cops leaving the building, one of them had THE smirk. THE smirk is how Dovahkin calls that little smile you do, when you did something bad, you know you did, but you know you won`t be punished and you feel danm good about what you did. Dovahkin rushed to his apartment on the 5th floor. When he reached the door, it was unlocked, someone got inside! "That can`t be!" thought Dovakin.

When he rushed inside, he saw Chelsea, his wife, sitting on the chair near the dinning table, with a red face, like if she was crying. When he looked her arms, he saw them. Marks of fingers, big and thick fingers, then he remembered, the cop! The cop with THE smirk! "That fucker, how he dared to touch her! When i put my hands on him, i will crush his skull with my bare hands!" after screaming, Dovahkin, dominated by rage, punched the dinning table and shattered it.

"Dovahkin, stop!" said Chelsea. Dovahkin saw a terrefied look on Chelsea`s eyes. "Sorry if i scared you, love, i just got mad", then he took a deep breath, bottled all the rage and stored it, to use it later. "Now tell me what happened".

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Knock, knock

"Weird, Dovahkin neither i are waiting for someone." Thought Chelsea. She then went near to the door and asked "Who`s there?".

She heard a strong and rough voice, one which you imediatly get bad feelings about. "It`s the police, you better open it!".

Scared, Chelsea opened it immediately. At the same instant, a cop rushed inside, almost throwing her on the ground. He was small and fat, like a barrel, followed by a tall and slim cop. "How rude!". "I am sorry lady, Park tend to be "rude" sometimes" said the tall cop. So that`s how this cop was called, huh?

"So, for what reason you rushed inside MY house?" asked Chelsea, with her arms crossed, in a not so happy way. "Hahahahahaha, of course you don`t know!" said Parker with irony, rushing inside the house, like he was looking for something. "We are sorry, lady, but we receivfed informations that a drug dealer lived in this adress and we must confirm this". Said the tall guy.

Suddenly, Chelsea hears someone saying "Flinch, you must see this!". Chelsea and Flinch ran to Dovahkin`s office and the saw the cop with a box on the table on the office`s workdesk. Parker sat on the leather armchair like he owned it. "We got a sweet one, Flinch!" said Parken, throwing a pack of cocaine. "Worth 50 thousand dollars, we got him, what explanation you have for this, miss?".

Chelsea did her best to look surprised. "I didn`t knew he was doing such things, i swear!". But Parken stood up, walked slowly towards her and spoke "Who do you think you are fooling?" with an indimidating voice, then he grabed her arms firmly and smelled her hair. "Such a beatiful redhead like yourself, imported i bet, the best products come from outside, you know, when drug dealers partners are caught, they always are SO agressive, sometimes, they get bruised, you see and such a pale doll, look SO agressive towards me, that i must protect myself!", he said that like he had done that a thousand times, fear from being abused took over Chelsea, she was too scared, she was about to cry when...

"FUCK" someone said, when Chelsea and Parked turned to see who was it, was Flinch. He had documents on his hands, he was terrified.

"PARKER, get your hands out of her!".

"Why? I must enjoy this moment." He said, a little disapointed.

"Do you have ANY ideia, who this house belongs to, HUH?".

"No, what`s the matter Flinch?".

"Belong to a guy called Dovahkin, a fucking nordic guy, 6`33 ft tall, wise guy from Medellin, THAT GUY!".

"Oh, the newcomer, you got me scared, the guy don`t have even a month in the Mafia, ha, for a moment, i thought it was serious, i know Sampey and Allan works for him, with this info, he won`t do nothing to me, don`t worry!".

"Anyway, this isn`t safe anymore, let`s get the fuck out of here!".

"Bleh, you are no fun!." He then threw Chelsea on the wall, making her hit it hard and fall. "Don`t make me come over again, baby, it won`t be fun for you, but it will be lovely to me." He said that licking his lips, making Chelsea feel sick.

After they left, she just closed the door, sat on the chair and cried.

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Upon hearing that, he was baffled, a drug dealer? A simple thug? "How DARE him, come to MY house, touch MY wife, sat on MY chair and said such thing to you! I will speak with my agents, lock the door and don`t open it for anybody." Dovahkin rushed to the entrance and closed the door so hard, Chelsea thought it would shatter.

Dovahkin thought of who could have done that, actually, he already knew. He was Sampey and Allan friend, he knew their family, helped with their kids studies and even helped with the taxes for Sampey marriage, but Carver, he was new, he has jsut bought his services. Carver is new to the corporation, has only a year since he left academy and Dovahkin wanted to give this new guy a chance to be richer and enjoy more his life, a bad decision after all, that`s what his guts were telling him.

Dovahkin went to the police department and spoke with the receptionist.

"Hello Jennifer, i need some info".

"Sure, what you need Dovan?".

"Has 2 thousand dollars here, that`s how much i need this information, now tell me, who called the operation this afternoon?".

She got close and whispered a name. Dovahkin let a smirk and rushed outside, he knew where to go.

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BLAM, BLAM, BLAM.

Carver didn`t knew who was knocking at his door in the middle of the night, but it could only mean one thing, bad news. He didn`t had enought time to get all he needed to leave the city, his baggage wasn`t ready, still, he went to the door, since don`t opening it could lead to a worst fate.

"Hello?" asked Carver.

"OPEN.NOW". The voice echoed, making the windows shake.

Carver opened the door and saw a REALLY furios guy, one he wouldn`t want to bother.

"CARVER, you are going to tell me where Parker lives, and you are telling me NOW!"

"His address is *********, number ***. I`m so-".

"SHUT UP, you better not leave the town, i gave you a chance  and you backstabbed me! You better not leave the town, if you try, things will get a lot worse, YOU HEARD ME? Now tell me why, and MAYBE i will think throught it."

"I knew what i was doing was wrong, it started to feel rotten on the inside, i had honor, i made promises, that i would protect the city and be a good and clean cop, now look at me! Dealing with the mafia, i know what i did don`t justify, but i will do better, it won`t repeat itself. Now i see i can`t go back."

"It`s ok, i will give you a second chance. Just don`t try it again. please".

"Really, just like that? Wow, i thought i was at danger here, i won`t let you down, i swear!".

Dovahkin left Carver`s house, to find Parker`s.

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Part 1 - the end