I hate Dad

While Nicholas and Sabrina were sitting together, consoling each other, a man was sitting in the dark on the other side of the room. There was a long scar on his face. He was smoking a cigar with his comrade.

“That man looks like Nicholas Hart,” The man with a long scar on his face said to his comrade.

“How can it be him?” His comrade Tito asked. Why would Nicholas Hart be in such a backward town which didn't even have everything to cover his basic amenities? It was even hard to get mobile reception here. How could Nicholas be here?

Tito reminded him, “Europe is off-limits to him.”

Everyone in the Mafia business knew that Europe was off-limits to Nicholas. He couldn't just come here and do anything. It belonged to someone else. Everyone had to respect the rules.

Jack grumbled, “It's Nicholas Hart. I remember that bastard.”

“Are you sure Jack?” Tito asked.

He looked grimly at his comrade and said angrily, “What makes you think that I can forget the man who gave me this gruesome s