Here is your chapter Enjoy :D

Ps: Consigliere = In Italian, consigliere means "adviser" or "counselor" and is still a common title for example for members of city councils in Italy and Switzerland. It is derived from Latin consiliarius (advisor) and consilium (advice). The terminology of the U.S. Mafia is taken from that of the Sicilian Mafia and suggests that an analogy is intended to imitate the court of a medieval Italian principality. For example, Venice was led by a Doge (duke) and a consigliere ducale (advisor to the doge). An underboss will normally move up to boss when the position becomes vacant, so his position is equivalent to that of heir to the throne. Consigliere, meanwhile, is analogous to chief minister or chancellor

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~England, London, Fourth Avenue 245~

~Claus POV~

Now I that I am done with the contract I just need to wait until I am 21 before Inheriting the company, in the mean time I am allowed to use 0.2% of the company money per year which is £100000 and I get to have Alec and the car.

I send an email to J. Robert Oppenheimer with a detailed plan of how we are going to make the Hydrogen bomb, to be honest, I didn't want to make anything to do with nuclear but if someone is going to make one I might as well be the one, the people are getting closer to making a nuclear bomb, so I want to make one before they do, honestly I am surprised they haven't made the connection yet.

After I send the email I close my laptop and put it on my desk before putting on my casual clothes, a black t-shirt, and blue jeans, I put on my shoes.

I also put on a couple of rings and a necklace and get out of my room.

I make my way towards the front door.

But I am stopped by my mother who has a worried expression, I frown "What is wrong mother?"

"Your Grandfather is in the hospital, he had a heart attack!"

"Grandpa did?" I asked

"We need to hurry, your father is already in the car" She said and dragged me to the car.

So get in the car and make out way towards the hospital.

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~Lakeside Hospital Center~

After we got to the hospital we made our way in and saw the many hurt people there. There were many people who had bandages on who was about to leave until they saw me, their eyes widen in shock as some of them fell down and pissed themselves while the rest turned around and ran as fast as they could, my parents didn't care about these people as they moved to the reception and asked for the room where my grandpa was staying.

We were told where to find my grandpa so we made our way there, on the way we met people with the same situation as the people at the entrance.

My father stormed into the room where my grandfather was and saw that my grandfather was laughing and trying to cheer my crying grandmother up.

*sigh*

what a relief, I really didn't want my grandfather to die, he is a nice guy who wants nothing but his family to be happy, he is also the joker of our family and the person who is on everyone's side when they need it.

You can say he is the spiritual backbone of our family.

When we enter my grandfather looked at us and his soft lips stretched into a smile but didn't quite reach his dark eyes. They were lit with sadness, and the forced expression of the contrary on his mouth would have looked comical to me if it didn't make my heart feel heavy.

For a few moments, I stared at him, almost sure his expression mirrored mine. It broke my heart. I didn't want him to leave. I didn't want him to turn into a random image that floated in the pool of my memory. I didn't want to be the smile that squeezed his chest somewhere far away. I didn't want him to go. I wanted his smile to stay.

I couldn't help but shed a small tear, I made my way towards him and gave him a huge.

My father followed my actions and also hugged his father while tears rolled down his cheeks, looking at this scene my mother also started to cry which made my grandma cry harder.

"Hey, I am not dead there is no reason to cry like this, you make me feel guilty" my grandpa said and I let go of him and my dad did the same.

After 15 min trying to calm my mom and grandma down they managed to lessen their cries and we started to talk about what had happened.

We talked for 30 min before my grandpa got tired and we left him to rest.

I went downstairs to get something to eat, on my way I didn't find the people who were hurt, they had all left, as a matter of fact, there was not a single person left from the people that I crushed the other day, they must have told each other that I was here.

I went to the vending machine and got something to drink.

After getting the drink I sat down next to a young man who had his hand on his head, something must have happened to him.

I opened my drink and started to drink it while looking at the ceiling.

"God must be punishing me!" The young man next to me said I looked at him to see if was talking to me

"How could this happened to me, first I am kicked out my mob family then I lose my girlfriend and now I got cancer, what kind of bullshit is this!" The young man started to hit the wall next to him

I stop him from hitting the wall, he looks up towards me, you could see the anger in his eyes.

"Why are you hitting the wall!" I asked him

"What do you know kid, get lost!" the young man says as he pulls his hand away from mine.

"I can get lost, but then who will save you?" I said and took a sip of my drink, he looked at me with suspicion before laughing to himself.

"And how are you going to save me, I got Esophageal cancer, This cancer starts in the cells that line the esophagus (the tube that carries food from the throat to the stomach) and usually occurs in the lower part of the esophagus, it is the worst cancer one can get so how are you going to save me?" He said with sarcasm

"That depends now doesn't it, you can either pray to be cured and die or you can be my Consigliere?" I said while taking another sip of my drink

"A Consigliere? now I am sure that you're just fooling around, get lost kid before I get angry" He said and put his hands on his head again

"You really are stubborn aren't you, I mean I can save you but you don't want to believe it even though you have nothing to lose"

He looks at me again, he seems to be pondering about something, after a while he opened his mouth "So if I become your Consigliere you will cure my cancer, then I will become your Consigliere so let's how you cure me?" He said

"Say that you vow become my Consigliere and will always be loyal to me, and if you're not, let the heavens shatter your soul?"

"I vow to become your Consigliere and will always be loyal to you, and if I am not, let the heavens shatter my soul!"

The moment he finished speaking his soul shook to the point where he could feel it, he went pale and information about the vow entered his head, he could feel something hold his soul.

"What happened?" He asked as his face turned normal again

My lips curved upwards and I smiled at him "The vow is done, if you go back on your words your soul will shatter, now to cure you"

I pressed his chest with my hand sent information to his soul about a martial arts technique which allows a person to control his cells and make his body stronger like the [Sleeping Lion] but it is weaker, it's named [The Phoenix]