Alan Poza (The Mad Man of Valencia)

"We found another rat. He has been stealing information and selling to a group of rogues. They call themselves the 'outlaws'", Eben reported to Christian as they both walked the Halls of the gigantic mansion of the American mafia castle.

"Outlaws you say?", Christian stopped when they were both outside, waiting for a car to pull around. Eben noded his head.

"Let's make an example out of them then", Christian jumped into the car along with even and the car pulled out of the long circular driveway.

Christian Gerrard, a real devil that one. Contrary to his name, he makes hell look stupid and must have been a tyrannical maniac in his previous life, one could say that he is the main reason why the American mafia became the most feared mafia in the underworld since five years he became the Don.

One would think he waited patiently for his old man to breathe his last before ascending the mafia throne and they would be right, except that his old man was not the previous Don of the American mafia.

With techniques only the devil would teach, he started a coup and successfully overthrew his uncle, making his children unfit to precede him and took his uncle's only daughter as his sex slave but ninety nine percent of the mafia had no idea of his schemes and the only one percent that knew, had joined his uncle very much sooner than they would like.

Every mafia pride themselves on one thing, strength in unity which is why they frown at betrayal of any sort so when Christian Gerrard carefully planted doubts in the hearts of the members of the American mafia and engineered situations that could being out the worst in any man, he made his uncle look like the worst betrayer ever known and with a pitiful face and heavy heart he killed the man and his whole family except for his teenage girl whom to the other members of the mafia, she was dead but oh her young and succulent body graced his bed, albeit forcefully and how warm was her thighs after a days hardwork, as said earlier, techniques only the devil could teach.

"The goods?", He asked Eben.

"They are due for arrival tomorrow boss", even answered, secretly disgusted at the handsome smile that graced Christian's face at the thought of an underworld auction he had planned.

The biggest event in the underworld since Christian throws a mean party and the most enjoyable for men and women with an incurable sickness in their heads.

Two years ago Christian started an annual human auction event, which was held after he had carefully studied his victims, abducted them and trained them to please the wicked crowd they would force them to please.

This year was the third year and he was bringing in the best goods so far, everything had to go according to plan.

The car came to a stop in front of a shady warehouse. Of course it had to be shady, this was one of the warehouses the devil owned.

He stepped down and with his long strides, he had Eben running after him towards where the unfortunate human/rat was held against his will.

"Ah, Dominic...", Christian called, a face splitting grin on his face as he looked at the beaten man tied to a metal chair, that was uncomfortable.

"You didn't tell me it was Dominic", he whispered to Eben.

"A little surprise boss", Eben shrugged.

"I love surprises and this one, the best so far. Everything is coming together beautifully well, I am beyond pleased", Christian clapped the weak Dominic on his scalded back, causing the man to jerk forward when Christian's hand met an open wound.

"Oh. I'm sorry mate, didn't know they opened up your back. Harsh treatment really, which one of you beat a good man up like this?", Christian said with the most sincere expression on his face and turned to Eben with question.

"The boys spent a good time with him. We left the best part for you boss", Eben shrugged.

"Ah. Your grandma ever make the sweetest soup and you stick to the pot? Cause that's where the whole sweetness settles? Hmm Dominic?", Christian asked the weak man.

"Please man, I beg you, just kill me and get me out of this misery", Dominic sobbed, mucus freely flowing from his nose as if he was a three year old.

"I'm getting there Domdom. You see, my grandma used to make the best soups and you had the pot each time, perhaps it's my time to have at it", Christian asked, mindlessly using a hot soldering iron to burn off one of Dominic's fingers, eliciting horrifying screams from the dying man.

"Fuck!!! I curse you to hell! You will get what's coming for you!", Dominic screamed.

"Oooh what's that? A new game? Speaking of new games. Why don't I go hunting? With your siblings as the games here?", Christian whispered to Dominic whose eyes widened comically.

"Your sister, Dahlia calls out to me though. I've got lovely plans for her. Plans that involves her and my bed with my cock buried balls deep into her little cunt, sliding in and out of her wet goodness while she screams her lungs off. Now I've gotten a boner", Christian whispered, causing Dominic to gain a new fight in him as he charged at him, or tried to charge at him while restrained on the chair.

"Don't you dare touch my sister. She's only eighteen you sick bastard!", Dominic roared.

"The younger the better bro, but you wouldn't know that since you spent your time playing love with Rose", Christian shrugged.

"Please Christian I beg you in the name of all that you hold dear, kill me, kill my brothers, hell kill Dahlia but don't keep her as your sex slave please. Christian please she's a child, God!", Dominic sobbed uncontrollably.

"You lost the bargaining rights when you tried to sell me out Dominic. Why did you do it? Money, hmm? Or did you want to become the new Don?", Christian asked.

"I didn't have a choice alright. I didn't get a say man. You think you are crazy, eccentric and brutal? Christian whoever leads these people is unhinged, he could kill you and spoon-feed your child your brains", Dominic replied.

"Seems like we would make wonderful friends", Christian mused.

"Oh he's no friend. He wants you down"

"Does he have a name?"

"None that I know of but I know one thing, "the outlaws" is a fake name. They want you down, you think I'm the only one giving information out?", Dominic asked.

"Let me get one thing straight Dominic. The outlaws or whatever they are come for you to give them the gist about me and my mafia and you choose not to tell me? Knowing that either way, you're dead", Christian asked.

"Christian you are a bastard, a ruthless bastard. If I'd known you'd turn out like this I would have killed you all those days in boarding school. You think I didn't see the way you looked at my kid sister? The way you objectify and rape women? Rose? I was not quick enough to stop you from getting to Rose but I sure as hell was not going to allow you to stay alive and end up hurting my sister too so shoot me for taking the fairer option when I had it", Dominic spat out at Christian, dribbles of spit falling from his mouth.

The next thing that was heard was gunshot, ricocheting off the walls as Dominic's screens followed next.

"Jesus Christ!", Dominic looked down at his toe as blood squirted from his left big toe, where Christian shot him.

"Itchy trigger finger, I promise. And hey! You asked me to shoot you", Christian defended himself, almost too innocently.

"Now let's get back to it. I didn't think you'd be bold enough to stand up to me about Rose. Now either you have a dick even a child would be ashamed of or you didn't hit it often because boy she was tight", Christian taunted Dominic who tried his best to muffle his cries by biting his lips but to no avail, he was in so much pain.

"She killed herself", Dominic accused weakly.

"At least she can tell her wretched ancestors that she had a taste of Christian Gerrard", Christian boasted.

"Now what are the names of these outlaws?", Christian asked.

"Elijah Smith, Roman Witt", Dominic answered.

"Fake aliases too if I'm to guess"

"Boss. His siblings", Eben spoke up when the warehouse door opened and some thugs dragged three boys and a young girl in, kicking and screaming but their struggles subsided when they saw their brother.

"No! Please Christian. Think of the good old days", Dominic begged.

"Now the show got interesting", Christian mused.

"Brother! Dom! Christian what's the meaning of this?", The older looking one in the bunch that was dragged in asked.

"Rudolfo, really you are like a brother to me but business is business", Christian once again displayed that honest expression that could put the innocent to shame.

"Dahlia, darling, come here", Christian beamed at the young girl who sensed danger and hid between her brothers who immediately stood in front of her protectively.

"You are not laying a finger on her, not while I'm alive", Rudolfo spat.

"That's where you are wrong boy. You will be alive for now and watch me lay my hands on your sister. Dahlia", he warned this time.

"Christian", Dominic called out to him.

"Shhh, I will be nice", he shushed Dominic.

Christian's thugs ripped a screaming Dahlia from her brothers arms and threw her into the Lions cage, literally. Christain grinned evily and with a single attempt, he tore dahlias gown from her body, leaving her in her underwear that he tore off immediately.

The next thing that happened was not something anybody should have to endure.

"That's more like it little girl, enjoy it", Christain grunted as he had his wicked ways with her.

Her brothers screams filled the room as the girls cries and pleas harmonized with their screams, Christain was hitting his peak.

In and out he slammed into her, mercilessly enjoying the pains that unconsenting sex brought the girl.

"Christain just kill her please!", Dominic screamed as he tried and failed to free himself from his confinement.

After long minutes he shot his load into the girl and stood up from the destroyed girl, panting and smiling with satisfaction going through his body.

"Here's the game plan boys", he demanded their attention.

"Nobody betrays me and goes scot-free and oh your family will learn this the hard way. You will all determine if your darling little sister here will live or die, you will participate in the hunt and the outcome of it decides Dahlia's fate. As for whatever you told your outlaw friends, you will tell me before I send you off to your maker", Christian sneered at Dominic's face which he grabbed harshly.

He turned on his heel and walked out of there, leaving the siblings to comfort each other while he goes to think of more sinister antics.

•••••••••••••••••

"Get up you lazy slut!", A magnanimous woman kicked a young girl who had maintained a slumped stature as tears flowed freely from her eyes.

"Stop kicking her you filthy pig, if you were a mother, you wouldn't do this to a child but I'm sure you sold your womb along with that wretched soul of yours to the devil", a fiery red head woman pushed the big woman and covered the little girl with her body while casting a withering glare at the woman.

The next thing that happened was this big woman bringing down her heavy hand on the face of the red head as the sound of the slap resonated through the room.

The red head spat blood out of her mouth and made to stand up to the woman but the young girl that she was shielding clutched her arms.

"Freya, please", the girl pleaded, her eyes wide as saucers at the thought of the heavy devil dragging her savior out of the room for standing up to her.

"Never in your life, you Irish whore, talk back to me, unless you want me to send you to the pit for an early product testing", the woman grabbed Freya's face and spat in her face.

The pit. The one place that none of the victims want to be. With an avalanche of horny bastards there, ready to 'test the product' before they are delivered to Christian. Only that these victims that go through 'product testing' do not get to Christian, they have a long list of lies to tell Christian on how they died.

"Now get that stupid thing up with you and get a move on. The cook suffered to make the lot of you ungrateful cunts a good meal, the least you should do is eat it", the big woman snapped and walked out of the room.

"I didn't ask to be kidnapped you fat lizard", Freya mumbled, helping the young girl up.

"Gloria I know this is not the life you wished for but you have to be strong now that you've been dealt a bad hand", Freya spoke softly to the girl that leaned on her for support.

"Freya I just want to die. I don't want to be a sex slave Freya", Gloria sobbed uncontrollably, cuddling to the only motherly person she met in this wicked place.

"No Gloria. Don't die before trying to survive. You will go out there, with your head held high, your shoulders squared and you will eat whatever concoction the blasted cook conjured up for us. Hey, look at me. You are not a sex slave, you are a sweet little girl who met a cruel world and you will make it out of it, a survivor", Freya spoke firmly but gently to the girl as she lead her out to an open space where other abductees carried slimy looking things in plates in the name of food, their postures deafeted.

"Line up folks. Ain't nobody waiting for your slow asses to get fed. You don't get here now, you won't eating till we get to our destination and you ain't gon' like what's waiting for you there", a guard yelled, standing close to the grumpy cook who dished out food to the prisoners.

"Seems we are getting to whatever place we are going tomorrow, I heard", a young sexy man, with a cherubic face that makes him look like a girl said when Freya and Gloria got their mashed food and sat down.

"Yeah, I heard fatso over there discussing it with scarface over here", a raven haired lady with a distinct beauty mark on her face said, pointing at the big woman from before and a particularly ugly man with a nasty scar marring his face.

"We can escape then", the cherubic faced boy said, eyes darting around.

"You saw what happened to those two girls? I am not dying like a pig", raven hair commented.

Two girls had tried to escape but met a gruesome fate when they were caught so thinking of escaping is like the worst suicidal attempt ever.

"Save your strengths. Trying to escape is human instinct but don't get yourself killed", Freya shrugged, picking at the puddle on her plate but sticking it into her mouth when she caught a guard eyeing her, they were not to waste food.

While they were discussing and trying not to let there woes get to them, Freya thought about her little angels at home. She was not supposed to get them from school that day but when her husband called her to pick the kids up because he had the most important meeting of his career to attend, she had to close early from work to pick them up and that's when she was abducted.

'I hope you're safe where you are'

She thought wistfully when she thought of them, knowing that as much as her husband was their father, he was a man without emotions and a poor excuse for a father. She only hoped that her mother and sister would step in and take care of her children since it's been two months now and she didn't know when she will be free from her bondage.

Two grown adults, a man and a woman rounded each other in a steel cage, blood smeared across their faces as they growled at each other. The crowd outside erupted in cheers and screams at the thrill of someone killing someone.

A fight to death. The worst type of test and the last one that is needed to be inducted into the Hell Hall fraternity. If you managed killed your opponent in the 'last supper' as named by the intending members of hell hall fraternity, you will gain the lowest rank in Hell Hall which to outsiders, was one of the highest ranks one could attain, that is after being trained for five years.

The man sneered at the woman and and lunged at her but she skillfully doged him and landed a brass knuckle aided punch to his chest, making him groan and growl at her.

"That the best you have, big boy?", She taunted him.

"Small always wins against big but....", She started but stopped to dodge one of his hits.

"You will only agree in death", she tutted and landed a roundhouse kick, sending the big man crashing down and the crowd going crazy.

Vendetta. A band of the world's most dangerous assassins, trained with different methods that they could kill with a gentle touch. People called it the Hell Hall fraternity for various reasons that have everything to do with their torture techniques. Not only the most skilled assassins but also the most skilled psychologists and just about every God damn profession.

Vendetta could torture a terrorist without laying a finger on anyone and that was saying a lot in a world where violence was the only language rogues understood. Oh they spoke it beautifully well, they spoke violence in volumes that could blast off the eardrums of anyone that heard it and cause a man to cry blood.

Despite the crowd's rowdiness, two men sat quietly, observing the fighters and throwing down serious money that could change an average rich man's life, on silent bets.

"Five million says the girl will live", one of the men said to the other one who chuckled.

"Hundred million says he needs a punch in", the other one said.

"You and me both know that he ain't getting that much so I'mma be hundred million richer by the end of the night", the first one said, raising a glass of burborn to his lips and taking a sip.

"She's over confident", the second man said.

"And he's too slow", the first man said, smiling seductively to a barely dressed vixen that draped herself on him, her brown orbs shining something only lust could be it's main ingredient.

"You hungry or something sexy girl?", The man drawled in her ears, gently taking her earlobe and biting into it, causing her to stiffle a loan and snatch his glass of burborn and drain it.

"Or something", she replied seductively.

Just then, the crowd went up in roars, feet stamping, hands clapping thighs and loud whistles, calling the two men's attention.

The lady had made a clean slice of his jugular, blood spurted out of it like a blooming fountain of dismay as he choked on his own blood, his eyes telling takes of a scared boy, of course even the strongest and most hardened man would fear death and it's unknown fate.

"Seems like I'm ten million dollars richer, Willie boy. In the mean time, it seems like I had agents of luck visit me from other departments, the sexier one this time. Come on baby, let's go celebrate with the right fluids this time", the first man winked at the vixen on his lap who giggled and stood up, his tie wrapped in her hand as she dragged him up and out of there.

The other man groaned and drained his funny colored liquid that one wouldn't exactly be so eager to find out exactly how many liquors he had to mix to get the potion he had just consumed.

The crowd dispersed, some people who had made a bet on the fight and won went to take up their earnings while the others who were undeniably the losers of this bet sulked out of the building, probably going to drown their loses with more alcohol.

As for the muscle tank who just had the life ripped out from him, his remains were left for cleaners to deal with, which besides the money inolved would have been a job they would have frowned at, given his heavy body.

••••••••••••••••

A lanky man with his beards almost hanging off from his face with how scattered they looked walked into the room that 'Willie boy' decided to sulk in.

"Where's Zayn?", The lanky man asked.

"Between some sexy woman's thighs, having the time of his life after which he would throw a mean slumber party with my money", 'Willir boy' grunted, causing the other man to chuckle.

"Ah, you don't really learn Wilbur. How many times have you lost a bet with him?", The lanky man poured himself a drink.

"All the time", Wilbur grunted again, gaining an 'aha' and a chuckle from the lanky man.

"What do you need him for anyways?", Wilbur asked.

"Deck of cards. You know how it is", the lanky man shrugged.

"We leave tomorrow, he better cum fast this time. The guys are packing up and new girl is your job", the lanky man finished.

"The fuck Dexter? What do you mean new girl is my job?", Wilbur glared at Dexter who rose his hands as if to surrender.

"Hey you're the one who pissed the old witch of Oz off. Unless you want her to remind you your sins and punish you accordingly, you better do this one", Dexter laughed.

"Tell Casanova to not miss the flight back. If he manages to miss deck of cards, he's as good as dead. Not like you wouldn't know", Dexter finished his drink and leave the groaning man to himself.

Vendetta operates with the card system. Four head houses, the Spades, the Aces, the Diamonds and the Hearts. Each house had their Queen, King and Jack. These were the power houses of each house and handled important decisions in each house, each Queen, King and Jack having seconds that should anything happen, the house continues running and under each of them are their own members, and the remaining ten are the limbs and arms of each head house but on special occasions some people from these ten houses gets promoted into the house of Queen, King or Jack while the head of these houses gets a shot at rulling a head house. An annual meeting where the winner of 'the last supper's is inucted into a house is called the Deck of cards.

They had one leader, the Lord of cards, Alan Poza. He was termed 'the wild card', meaning that he could play at random and held the veto power to eliminate any head of house or save them, at will.

As much as they were the deadliest creatures to ever walk the face of the Earth, whoever belonged to Vendetta, had brought his or her family to an unending light, a life fit for royalties. They had cards that each family that had a member there used to get into even the highest secured locations. On presenting the Vendetta card, even the president would think twice before joking with them but they were never to abuse the power that Vendetta yielded.

When Alan Poza started Vendetta, he started it to give life to people that had nothing to live for and with great ability came great responsibility so he decided to be the world's garbage man, him and Vendetta. Ridding the world of people that weren't needed while giving families legacies, the best arrangement for anybody out there which was why they would fight to death to belong to Vendetta.

The girl from the fight walked into the room, her form badly battered and weak but a new kind of joy shining in her eyes. Despite the roughened look, she looked like she was going to have the best sleep that night, Wilbur understood that look perfectly well, he too had sported it seven years ago when he had won 'the last supper".

"You Wilbur?", The girl asked the man.

"It's Sir Wilbur to you", he barked at her. Not that he was trying to be a bully but she had not earned the right to address him or anyone carelessly and he was not going to let her feel too free now that she just joined.

She immediately straightened, the five years of respect that was ingrained in her finally coming to play.

"Sorry. Sir Wilbur", she said to him, earning a little smirk from the man who had just scolded her.

"How old are you?", Wilbur stood up and poured more drink for himself.

"Twenty, Sir", she replied, trying not to grunt when the pain of her earlier opponent's wicked punch made itself known.

"Lucky gal. Your family's saved", he threw his head back and finished the drink he poured. It's safe to say that Wilbur was a barrel.

"Zayn get your bloddy ass here, I don't care if you're hitting the best honey pot in town but I'm not being your alibi when you miss the deck of cards", Wilbur hollered over the phone to an overly happy Zayn.

"I see you got your assignment", the man cackled from the other side of the line, belt buckles could be heard jingling.

"You bloody sun of a gun. You knew all along", Wilbur snapped into the phone but Zayn had already dropped the call.

"Get a move on girl, get packing. We're leaving by dawn", Wilbur threw a random jacket at the lady and started walking out of the room, causing the girl to follow him.

"Leaving? To where?", The girl asked.

"Deck of cards", Wilbur answered.

"With all due respect Sir, are you drunk?", The girl asked, her face twisting with confusion.

"The hell is deck of cards?", She continued, following him down a winding stairs.

"What's your name, girl?", Wilbur turned to look at her.

"Amina", she answered.

"Well, welcome to the house Amina. I know you're itching for answers but I'd advise you get those answers by observing. Incessant questions have been known to piss me off but for the sake of the occasion, I'll answer this one. You've just found yourself in one of the largest, no, scratch that, the largest cult in this whole universe and here, we operate a card system. Deck of cards is our annual communion where five other girls like you that won from the other continents are initiated properly and the whole fucking cult assembles in one big gathering", Wilbur told her, amused at the look of utter admiration on her face.

"Tighten your seatbelt kiddo", he clapped her shoulder and continued descending the stairs.

"Wow", Amina gasped, following the man who was still drinking from a flask down the stairs.

••••••••••••••••••••

"The whole deck is coming in this morning", a man dressed to the tee, looking sharp as a knife in his three piece suit spoke into the receiver.

The person at the other end of the line grunted.

"When are we expecting you Alan?", He asked.

Alan chuckled softly.

"Oh Stephan, I am already in town. Infact that tux looks dapper on you, I must say, blue is your color", Alan answered, causing Stephan to the bridge of his nose.

"Should I ask where you are?", Stephan asked instead of what he wanted to ask.

"Now I wouldn't insult you like that Stephan, you should be able to find me if you tried", Alan mused.

"Yet you better me everytime", Stephan grumbled, sitting down on his posh chair behind his posh table.

"While I will like my ego stroked, I will come for a belly rub some other time. What do you have for me?", Alan chuckled again.

"Everything's good for now. No wars going on, no power grab we've not taken care of, the world looks good right now", Stephan replied.

"Are we going to not tell me about the part where you sent mercenaries to spy on Christian Gerard?", Alan sang.

"I was getting there", Stephan rolled his eyes.

"Stop rolling your eyes at me. Now before I get distracted, when were you going to get to it? Wouldn't you agree that was a slow trip to 'it' and 'the outlaws' really?", Alan asked.

"Now that wasn't me. That was a dumb name, even me would agree", Stephan laughed a little, Alan too.

"Alan you've got to look into this guy. He's bulldozing through his own mafia and raping kids man", Stephan sighed.

"Christian is everything the devil should fear I agree but it's not my cup of tea. Let the American mafia handle him, hell even the Russians could have a go at him. He is not ruffling international feathers so he's good", Alan replied.

"Children don't get hurt Alan, that is your very rule. Children don't get hurt", Stephan gritted.

"That is my rule Stephan but another one of these rules too is never to interfere with nternal business and what happens in the American mafia, is their family business", Alan gritted right back.

"There are children Alan. That could easily be......", Stephan started but Alan cut him off.

"Okay Daddy hen. Look into him, lure him out or something but do it after the deck of cards. I want my house in order to receive my newborns", Alan instructed.

"Yes Sir", Stephan grinned like a child in a candy store, causing Alan to scoff and cut the call on him.

Stephan Devaraux, a stiff looking man with the softest spot for children and women. His upbringing ensured that and when Alan Poza reached out, to train him and make him a better man, he doesn't just become a better man. He becomes a nightmare that tears through anyone that oppressed the little ones.

Vendetta is afterall a family of good hearts with stained souls.

The city felt more full than usual but any observant person could tell that it is this time of the year, in any country that a city fills up to the brim. Vacationers, tourists, families, work and so on.

Deck of card sees a city burst to the seams, with thousands of people coming from all over the world, some with their families. Now the government could complain about this annual meeting but the kind of revenue that deck of cards brings to a country, makes it a dream come true.

Government officials call it Vendetta annual meeting but amongst the cult members, they know the real name.

Sydney, Australia got lucky this time and within the last three weeks, the city hotels had been fully booked and the markets were selling like crazy.

Inside one of these prestigious hotels, Wilbur's snore reverberated within the suite he got with Amina and Zayn, one would think there was a tired pig nearby.

"For a dangerous man he sure snores louder than a train horn can try, Jesus Christ", Amina grumbled, causing Zayn who was too focused on his tie to chuckle.

"Better get used to it.....", Zayn started but a mischievous smile etched across his face as he whirled around to face the exasperated girl.

"Or.... Stuff him with paper. Excellent tactics, works like magic", he finished.

"My neck is the best place for my head, thank you very much", Amina scoffed and took a seat while waiting for the men to be done.

Dressed elegantly with brown slacks and a silvery black blouse with stilettos to go with it, something about wanting to feel powerful on her induction into the baddest cult, her words too, Amina fiddled with her fingers, half dreading the occasion which was in a few hours.

One would be harder than steel not to feel even the tiniest pinch of dread with the way the city got crowded for the occasion and the stage lights were definitely going to be focused on her.

"Get up Willie boy", Zayn sent his shoe clad foot flying at Wilbur's thigh in a harsh kick, causing the man to jerk up and get ready to attack, much to Zayn's amusement.

"I'll kill you one of these days", Wilbur grunted and grabbed his flask on the coffee table.

"That's my boy", Zayn cackled and threw his suit on as Wilbur threw his head back and drained the contents before raiding the mini bar for more liquor.

"What did your mama feed you as a kid? Burborn and rum?", Zayn asked Wilbur.

"Maybe I should send you to her, since you're so curious. Get up kid, we're almost late", Wilbur grunted and picked up his suit.

"No wonder he ain't married, no woman could cope with his grumpy ass", Zayn whispered to a grumbling Amina, imitating an Australian accent and failing horribly at it.

"Please don't ever fake that accent again", Amina laughed, causing the man to laugh along with her as the three of them left the suite into the beautifully decorated halls and down to the front where their car pulled around.

It was a gigantic house, no a magnanimous house, three storey high and sitting pretty on acres of land, with beautiful shrubs, trees and flowers adorning the long driveway where expensive cars lined up. Helipads could be found on the roof of the building as some members of Vendetta were coming in from other countries on that day.

The first two storeys and the ground floor had an open floor plan, strictly for the Deck of cards but the top floor held game rooms and sitting rooms for family members of Vendetta, for the people that came along with their families. These extended families that came along for this event were not just children and spouses that came to eat and play, the children that tagged along would later be brought into the house and the spouses held professional roles in Vendetta.

The gates were highly sensitized to detect any weapon and every house head must be present to let their house in because among houses were special codes given to everyone that only the head of house knew. Due to their large numbers and them being spread across the world, impersonators could gain access to the meeting so Vendetta maintained an airtight admission into the meeting.

Wilbur and Zayn joined their houses after sending Amina off to where she would join her fellow newborns to access the meeting.

Inside the house greetings could be heard, glasses clinking, murmured pleasantries and as much as one wants to stay positive, a gathering as large as that wouldn't be perfect without a little bit of animosity here and there, afterall, drama is necessary spice in an eventful life.

Stephan walked into the house, eyes focused like an eagle's own and attire looking exquisite as ever. When he accessed the stage he used the ring on his index finger to clink on his champagne flute, drawing the attention to himself.

"Good afternoon gentlemen and distinguished ladies", he greeted when he had their attention, receiving a couple cheers and greetings from the crowd.

"We meet again this year. Vendetta has had a fruitful year and once again, we are blessed with new additions to our little family", Stephan continued, putting emphasis on the 'little' causing the crowd to chuckle.

"Alan Poza if you are here this might be the best time to show your mask", Stephan called out to the crowd, causing people to look amongst themselves.

Alan had a way of entering the mansion without anybody noticing him so it would not be surprising that he is in their midst.

"Way to start the show Stephan", Alan's voice rang out from the crowd.

Tall as a pole and built like an iceberg, a masked man man emerged from the crowd, his all black attire giving his already cold aura a dark vibe.

"Greetings boys and girls, now without much ado, let's get right into it. First order of business, where are my babies?", Alan perched on a stool instead of going up the stage.

Fifty people are brought up stage, all of whom were the newbies.

"I'm eager to hear what challenge you have in store today", Alan mused.

"Something has been stolen off you. Now these items are shared among the house leaders. The meeting will run for one hour. You have until then to find what was stolen from you, who stole what, which house they belong to and locate the house leaders. Good luck", Stephan addressed them.

The confusion on their faces was amusing as they patted every part of their body in search of what's lost.

"ISIS keeps advancing on the South Korean soil and their government have reached out to our Asian siblings"

"Our trade routes are compromised", a Korean man spoke up from the crowd, causing others who looked Korean to agree with him.

"ISIS is an international terrorist group. I don't believe that they will attack without information and reason", a man with a thick German accent stated.

"Two years ago, a large deposit of plutonium was found in Pocheon-dong in Gyeonggi-do province. All the miners involved were slaughtered, I was one of those miners, except I escaped. If the ISIS is after Korea, someone from the inside is feeding them information because that information is highly classified", an African man spoke up.

"So they enter Korea through their trade routes", Stephan mused.

"If they lay their hands on plutonium, God know what hell they will unleash on the world", an Indian woman with Saree draped over her shoulder spoke up.

"So there won't be any hands to lay. I've had enough of ISIS. It's time they are locked back in whatever cage they came crawling from", Alan said.

The meeting droned on, problems from around the world being discussed as the fifty newbies went hunting for their lost possessions. The test was harder as everybody acted natural, no body to suspect.

"One hour is over. Let's see what our babies came up with", Alan announced, quieting the crowd.

They started mentioning what was stolen, the method used to take from them, who took it from them and the house leaders in possession of their items.

"My pocket watch is dear to me, it was my grandfather's. Whoever took it would have watched me closely, scratch that, whoever took it was in the bathroom with me earlier today", the forty-eight person spoke up. A young English man, from his accent.

"Collete, honey, I didn't take you for a thief", he called out to a blonde woman who was the epitome of seduction.

"You are a great kisser English boy, but I don't have daddy's watch", the lady responded, earning whistles and oo's from the crowd.

"Yes you don't. But your house leader does, which begs the question, who is your house leader? Youthful, mischievous and lives spontaneously, you are a member of club of cards", he advanced towards her, earning a smirk from the woman who knew that he was about to put the pieces together.

"What's your point pretty boy?", She mused.

"The devil in Prada, isn't that what you said earlier today?", He asked, earning a hum from her.

"There are a lot of people on Prada, there are a lot of devils in designers but I see only one devil in Prada", he smiled wolfishly at her before climbing the stairs to the first floor and stood before a Caucasian woman in elegant attire, elegant Prada attire.

"My daddy's pocket watch ma'am", he asked the leader of Club, earning a round of applause when the woman produced his watch.

Amina stood last, studying everybody.

"And you young lady?", Stephan asked.

"Oh nothing was stolen from me", Amina shrugged, earning chuckled from the house.

"Except my fingerprints", she finished.

"Whoever took my fingerprints is a nerd. Like the one who came to ask me for a dance. You are one hell of an actor, Edison", Amina taunted a scrawny looking young man. His eyeglasses looked very big on his face as he smiled a shy smile at her.

"I went last because I needed to know each house leader, since a techy smart guy took my biometrics. A hot one too", Amina winked at Edison who blushed as the house erupted in coos.

"Leader of spades, what do you need my fingerprints for?", Amina asked Edison.

"I knew you were smart", Edison stepped forward, handing her a pouch where a silicon strip that had Amina's fingerprint was.

"I think every house has found her newborns. Welcome to the family guys", Stephan announced in time with the loud applause from the crowd.

"Where is Alan?", Stephan asked after the noise dialed down.

"Fucking son of a blooper", Stephan mumbled softly.

"Enjoy the party people", he announced and the event carried on.

Foods from all over the cultures in the world was present as the people danced to the upbeat music and familiarized themselves with each other.