Resistance

Dante pov

My name is Dante

I'm a wealthy powerful man with a powerhouse of afamily.

I did whatever I wanted

I got whatever I wanted.

I have nobody to stop me.

I did a lot of bad.

I owned quite a few businesses.

A Casino, a couple of ports and tarmacs, and a few transport companies -are just to name a few.

Whether those, in particular, were completely legitimate, could be questionable.

The rest of the businesses were legit.

The ones I've ever killed were ones the police wouldn't care for anyway.

I also did a lot of good though.

I contributed and donated a lot.

I've built police stations.

Donated to children's charities, hospitals, fire stations, and schools.

Hell, I even handed criminals from the black market to the Feds.

I've saved hundreds of women, girls, boys, and men from being sold on the black market as sex workers, slaves, and organ donors.

Therefore I had a lot of backdoors and connections.

In turn, we didn't kill police officers.

There were some cases where police investigators would turn at my family's back door

They just shook their heads like it couldn't be possible.

Investigators would agree that we were targeted.

Or perhaps we were confused by the scandal and they even went as far as feverishly clearing the Balzano family name from the crime.

I was humbled and amused by that. It's a helluva compliment.

Criminals hated us.

The justice system adored us.

Our family and those who worked closely with us knew better than to make a spectacle of ourselves in the open public and kill innocent people.

I severed all ties to anyone who failed our special balance.

I'd put a bullet in their fuckin head and incinerate their body...

Innocent hard working people didn't need our shit.

Our algorithm worked.

We created a balance.

Don't take it if you can't give back.