"Are you sure you want to do this, boy? Once you're in, there's no going back," an expensively dressed businessman asked the scrawny lad who was trying to look brave in front of him.
"Yes. I am sure. And I will do everything in my power to serve you well. There's no going back for me. I want this and I will see this through the end." The young man looked thin but his voice held so much resolve.
"Your name?" the man asked the boy.
"I have no name. I left everything behind before I set foot on this island."
"Good. Right now, you are our property. You have no past and we are your future."
"And it is a great honor."
"Very well, then. You did what was asked?" Instead of looking at him for the answer, the man looked at the guards standing behind the bastard.
"He did as he was told. He has managed to meet up with the buyers and the transactions all went smoothly. By the time the cops were alerted, he was already out of there," one of the senior syndicate members replied.
The young man reached for the bag containing the money from the transaction that served as his initiation. He handed it carefully and with pride to the man before him who then counted it with a huge grin on his face.
"You did great, boy! This is one of the biggest first takes I have ever counted! Welcome to the cartel."
The man grinned and pointed to one of his assistants who instantly walked towards the young man with a blazing coin held in a pair of tongs in front of him.
"This would hurt a bit. You can still back out now," the boss taunted.
"No. I want this. I will proudly wear the mark on my skin."
"Good. Hold out your arm." The young man did as he was told and then the red-hot coin was seared into his skin on the upper, innermost part of his arm. The pain brought him to his knees and tears to his eyes but he refused to cry out like the other initiates.
"From now on, you will be known as Sebastian Roman. Embrace your new identity. Embrace your new life. Now, go back to the city. We will call you when your services are needed. For now, enjoy the fruits of your initiation."
The boss then handed out the young man's share of the money. He used that money to secure him a ride back to the mainland and then towards the towering building of the Demakis Corporation. He committed to memory every inch of the structure and started envisioning his plans.
His vision was interrupted when he saw Stavros Demakis, CEO of the multi-billion corporation emerge from the building and quickly go inside his car. This was one of the men he hated most and the one he wanted to get his revenge on. Stavros' life was so different from his. The man was filthy rich and lived in excess while he had nothing. He didn't even have his family for his mother died because of the Demakis family.
The young man glanced at the burned mark on his skin. This was the start of it all. This was the instrument of his revenge on the people who hurt him most. He knew it would still be a long time, but he would get his hands on what was his due.
The young man felt rage searing his veins, and he tightly clenched his fists. He still couldn't do anything about it now...but he would...
One day soon...
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