Chapter 10: The Tattoos of a Past Life
Standing before a large mirror in his private quarters, the man stripped off his tailored navy blue suit jacket, revealing the dense tapestry of ink covering his arms, chest, and neck. Each tattoo told a chapter of a brutal past—scars from knife fights in European back alleys, emblems of underground syndicates he had once commanded, and markers of a life soaked in blood and betrayal.
He had spent five years scrubbing his image clean, stepping into legitimate high finance, wearing bespoke suits, and raising a child in a pristine mansion under a crystal chandelier. He had wanted to believe that wealth and elegance could wash away the sins of his youth.
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Yet, looking at his reflection, he understood the harsh truth: you can change the clothes and the address, but you can never truly escape your origins. The underworld didn't let go of its own easily; it only waited for you to drop your guard. The betrayal in the vault proved that peace was merely an illusion maintained by the threat of violence. To protect his daughter, he would have to embrace the monster he thought he had buried forever.
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