CHAPTER - 122
Narrator: Time passed. The two chatted peacefully over beers, while Vik jotted down names and details of Dav’s family in his notebook.
Hours went by, and Vik recounted stories of his missions against other gangs, alternating between smiles, anger, and frustration as he relived the memories.
At one point, Vik asked Dav what it was like to be the hero, the strongest and most unstoppable of all.
Dav, without looking at him, stared into his glass.
He closed his eyes and replied:
"Being the top 1, you ask? Life is how you choose it.
Actions lead to consequences.
Whether they’re good or bad doesn’t matter, if you’ve decided to walk that path."
Vik listened carefully, hands clasped together, watching Dav’s serious face without showing emotion.
“I heard you’re a teacher... and that you tortured a man in a maximum-security prison—one no one can escape from...”
A shiver ran down Vik’s spine as he recalled those rumors with a certain stiffness.
Dav took a sip, then looked at him coldly. Placing his glass down on the counter, he replied:
“Doesn’t it make you feel better, knowing your daughter can walk the streets safely...
because there’s someone even more sadistic than death punishing the filth in those prisons?”
Vik lowered his gaze, then nodded.
“You’re right. Starting tomorrow, I’ll set my men straight.
And I swear loyalty—to your family. Until death.”
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Dav smiled, resting his cheek against his hand, replying with a single word:
“We’ll see.”
The sun began to rise.
Time had flown by in conversation, and they decided to head toward Dav’s hometown—where he would finally see his family again...
though they had no idea he was coming.
During the car ride, Vik drove for almost two hours at a calm pace, enjoying the view and the sound of wind brushing against his face and ears.
He felt at ease, reassured. No fear.
No regrets.
Dav, elbow resting on the window, face to the wind, spoke in a low voice:
“Your daughter will be proud of you. You can count on it, after today.”
Vik pressed his lips together, too happy to speak.
He simply nodded, his head slightly bowed.
Once they reached Dav’s hometown, they turned onto the indicated street and looked around, puzzled.
“I swear there used to be a straight road here, with houses lined up on either side…”
Dav raised an eyebrow.
“Now I only see a massive gate and tall walls...
looks like a maximum-security prison.”
Vik approached the gate and pressed the buzzer.
A few seconds later, a man’s voice crackled through the intercom:
“Who’s there? Why do I see a shiny ball next to the camera? Is this some kind of prank?”
Dav burst out laughing, slapping Vik on the back, clearly amused by his father's comment about Vik’s bald head.
Vik replied politely into the intercom:
“Sorry to bother you... Is this where the De Lion family resides?”
“Confirmed,” the man answered.
Dav stepped closer, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.
“It’s me, your son. You can open up.”
The gate opened. The two walked several dozen meters to the house’s front door.
Dav’s father came out and embraced his son tightly, joyfully dragging him inside and announcing his return to wife and children.
Seated on the sofa in the large hall, Dav looked around, filled with doubt.
“I’m pretty sure last time, the house didn’t look like this...”
His mother arrived just then, smiling:
“There have been a few changes. Our old street was dying out, and the neighbors were mostly...
Even before your coma... many of our neighbors passed on.
The only one left, already elderly, had always been kind to you.
So we bought all the houses on this street—and two blocks over, where your brother lives.
We built a large estate: the De Lion Estate.
We even built a home inside the property for our only remaining neighbor.
He was always kind to you and your siblings, if you remember.”
Dav gazed in amazement at the vastness of the residence.
“That must’ve cost a fortune... But yes, I remember Anjelmo.
Always kind and good to everyone, even when he lost his mother and was left alone in the house across the street.
He used to throw us brioches and sweets from the windows, gave Easter eggs to Gabriel, and brought presents to Lexia for her birthdays.
He helped with groceries, always ready to lend a hand. A truly kind man. And I bet he still is.”
His mother, listening, smiled to herself, reassured that the coma hadn’t erased anything important from her son’s heart.
Then she noticed Vik, quiet and composed, sitting near Dav.
She offered him iced tea and muffins.
“Is he a friend of yours?! But he’s a giant!”
she said, surprised—but kindly.
END OF CHAPTER - 122
