"Toni's escape wasn't as clean as he would have liked" 

he said sighting the streets leading up to the town square,

"right there... surrounded by cops, he took his own life to protect the family".
"I know I was..."
"I fuckin know that you KNOW!" 

yelled the man, turning to face the other, 

"You just stood there!! like an idiot!"
"but, but ..."
"It doesn't matter now, Tony is dead, the bank owner is dead, and the damn cop is dead, now the only thing left is the boy"
"sir? what boy?"
"The bank owner's only son! 

--- 10 years later ---

It was relatively early in the morning, standing at the window, he gives a glance out into the city beneath him. "those were the days..." muttered the man watching the kids run around in the street. "the day will come my friend, when you look back at all this and laugh" replied the man standing next to him. His mind full of old dark memories, his whole life was nothing but running and hiding, he is tired, beat down and no one beside him but his best friend, or so he claims... "When? John, I am 16 years old with nothing! absolutely nothing, not even a home, nor a family... ", "soon my friend, soon...",his mind is beginning to shut down, no one seem to understand him, not even his best friend, then again how can he? he never been in the same situation as him.

turning away from the window, he takes a good look in his friend's eyes, " I will bring them Hell for the Hell they have given me! ", he picks up his hat from the hanger, he pulls up his long black cloak and heads for the door, "Don't do anything you will regret later!" says john pouring himself a glass of scotch, the man turns and looks John in the eye, "I will do what ever it takes to take back what's rightfully mine! and to take my vengeance! if they want war! then war is what they'll get!"

It was only a matter of time till they find him, he had no where to go and no one to go to for shelter, his head keeps pounding as if it is being repeatedly beaten by a hammer, his hands and feet are getting colder as he walks down the streets of Chicago. under the dim light of the moon, across the street from where he is standing, he spots a shade of what looked like a young blond girl pacing the streets, he makes his way to the other side to take a closer look and finds himself surrounded by bodyguards... 

"how can I help you?"

says the girl gazing at the man,

"No one can help me..."

replies the man turning to head back the other way

"That bar over there is for a friend of mine, how about we head over there and you tell me all about it, then we will see if I can help you or not"