The third point of view

"Do you think she would make it?" Asked Sakuzi whose chin was propped up by his hand on the table.

The gang members were shocked by the sulky look on their leader's face, he looked like a puppy abandoned by his master.

All this was happening because their future lady boss refused to have dinner with him. Of course, not all of them knew about the truth, just a few. Even if they knew, they wouldn't dare to expose that secret to the public or Spencer family until the boss ordered it.

Everyone was afraid of Sakuzi for one reason, the man was an eccentric killer and could think of an unimaginable way or situation to end your life.

Who would have thought that he would end Gerald and his gang on that day and that manner?

Without warning, he had dived like an eagle and struck his prey. Some people might say he joyed in killing but few knew he touched those who touched his people.

"What do you want to hear? The truth or the white lie?" Questioned Emerald who was his companion at the table.

"Hmm" Sakuzi breathed, rubbing his chin. He was hoping for the truth but his mood was sore right now that he might not need such gospel to dampen his mood.

"Fine, hit me with the truth" He gave in grumpily.

The big, brawny man readjusted in his seat and began," The girl is scared of you"

"What?" He snorted, relaxing against his seat, "Why should she be afraid of me? Isn't there some sort of bond that exists between father and child unconsciously"

"Well, congratulations, you ruined the little of the non-existent bond by kidnapping her," Emerald said sarcastically.

He was Sakuzi's right-hand man and the only person who could talk to Sakuzi that way aside from his children without fear of getting a bullet through their score.

"Well," he agreed reluctantly, "I did kidnap her but I recognized the bond which was why I didn't kill her. Besides, you were the one who suggested the idea of kidnapping her in the first place" he held emerald at fault.

Emerald was calm, his voice indifferent, and spoke in a monotone

"Why are you blaming me? You were the one who inquired of me what to do to Niklaus' little birdy. Also, you didn't kill her because she bore resemblance to your late mother"

His mouth twitched, can't this boy save him some face? He lifted his hand and wanted to smack him on the back of the head but his hand hung in the air when his eyes met his and the elevated hand returned to his side.

Tsk tsk, he couldn't go through with the plan, not because his hand wasn't tall enough to reach for his head but the sudden prick in his heart. He had always treated Emerald as his son even though the bastard doesn't want such preferential treatment.

Sakuzi had taken in Emerald at age ten after he had been abandoned by his parents. As a seven-foot six tall man, his parents had been worried over the boy's drastic growth spurt from birth. At age three, the boy was already three feet tall and as one with a fast metabolism required lots of food which his poor parents couldn't provide.

Unable to feed themselves, talk more about a kid that ate as if his stomach was a bottomless pit, they sold him.

The village was quite poor with barely accessible roads which made it a good site for his drug trading business. Most villagers were not educated, they were the poorest of the poor so they couldn't report his activities thanks to the fear he had induced in their minds.

Most villagers were employed to cultivate and manufacture the drug while his men and some capable proven youths from the village did the distributing and selling of the drugs following special routes known as directed by him.

Sakuzi treated and paid everyone handsomely for their hard work as far as they don't steal from him; that one attracts hefty punishment or tells on him to the so-called authorities he bribes; that offense attracts instant death - to both officer and traitor. You can't take his money and also work with his enemies against him, that was blasphemy.

Society might condemn his way of living but this was business, you had to do everything to survive on this battlefield called earth. But as obscene as he was, he wasn't into human trafficking, sexual exploitation nor organ harvesting no matter how lucrative it was.

He ran much illegal business and legal - to cover up his crime life - but none went past drugs, money laundry, illicit arms trafficking, cargo theft, you name it. As bad as Sakuzi was, he still had his own code of morals.

Thanks to extreme poverty, it was common to see frustrated parents selling their children to him at a good price.

At first, Sakuzi would buy and let them go because he was against modern slavery but the estranged children would still return to the parents which results in them almost beaten to death since the poor parents think they must have been rejected because of their stubbornness.

So, he learned to keep them and train them as his men, giving them a choice to leave and find a suitable and decent life once they were up to age. And that was how Emerald came to him.

He could still remember that day, the boy had been beaten black and blue due to the fact he had eaten the last meal the family intended using for supper that night, upon the fact they had given him some loaves of bread and water that morning.

"Would I be given enough food and a place to sleep?" Young Emerald had asked.

That question had stunned and attracted him to the boy instantly. Upon his busted lips and bleeding nose, he didn't sniff nor shed tears at all, he was more concerned about his stomach.

Sakuzi wanted to adopt him as a son but the big boy refused his kind gesture, he only wanted to assist by his side.

"Fine, hence princess won't come to me, I'll go to her" Sakuzi decided.

"Huh?" Emerald was startled.

"Let's go and visit my princess"