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Death, Violence, Gore

"I... I don't understand...What do you mean... by that? You lost tracks of my dad?" The soft voice of a man cracks as he held the large telephone in his hand to his ear as the man on the other end spoke to him. "H..How did you lose him?"

The man sighs as he listen a bit more. The man tenses up

"Please don't tell anyone else. Keep this conversation between the both of us. I'm sure mother will eventually find out... She is currently with Latoya, Rebbie in London. She's still arranging the wedding between Victoria and I with her family while she is still searching for connections to the business. We'll continue this some other time... I have to conduct more business while you are still searching for my father. Goodbye." The man replies before placing the phone back to its connector.

His mother was always out searching for connections. She is a great businesswoman at heart and cares deeply about her family's "company" but Michael did not. He was different from the rest of them. His mother was barely ever around. She traveled around to find connections while his father fought with the enemies who would try to take everything from us. From our drug supply, weapons and such. His father was one of the most powerful men in the whole criminal world besides Al Capone. Our enemy.

The connections for the Jackson family was important for them. Business meant more money and power along with arranged marriages for the younger generation to keep things in tact. He knew what his mother's strategy was if his father ever passes away. Michael would be married off after becoming the next Don and the Jackson family's business would continued but Michael didn't want that. He wants to fall in love with a beautiful, smart, knowledgeable and a classy woman but will fight against all the wrongdoings that happens around them both. He wanted actual love not an arrangement but he can't. He can't fight against his own mother and she'll do anything that she can do to get rid of that dream woman even if it means murder.

He sat down in his big, brown leather chair before running his fingers through his curls as he thought about his father's heist. He sighs heavily. He could feel his heart ache. This wasn't the first time, his father has gone missing but most certainly, he wasn't missing for two days. Something was wrong...

The door creaks open, the man instantly look up to see his little sister peek her head. "I thought you would like some company, big brother. I manage to sneak some wine from mom's liquor cabinet from the kitchen, don't worry.. I bribed the cooks. They won't tell a single soul." His little sister steps inside and closes the door behind her quickly. She held up the bottle. "It seems old." She chuckles as she gotten closer to her brother. Her brother's quietness caught her attention immediately. "Is everything alright, big brother?" The woman says in a soft voice with similarity to his own. The man tries his best to crack a smile.

"All is well, Janet. Thank you for asking. Pour me some..." The man replies to his younger sister.

Drinking has been a struggle for him. He would only drink whenever he was hurting or when he was pissed off. At this moment, he is hurting. A drink would help.

"Half or full cup?" Janet asks as she pops open the tap.

"Full..." he responds. Janet raises an eyebrow with stern look on her face.

"Would you be able to handle it this time? Last time, Darren and Leon had to get you out of that tree.." Janet replies as the man hands her a nearby, empty glass.

"Yes... now pour it. Stop asking me so many fucking questions." The man snaps. Janet rolls her eyes.

"Talk to me like that again and you'll see what happens next... I'm not like none of this girls who bows down to you like you are a king. A women is equal to a man and you will respect me like how you respect your men." Janet snaps back at him with an attitude. The man glares at her but looks away as he begins to grumble underneath his breath. Janet pours a full glass of wine for him so he can stop with his little boy attitude. She sets the wine bottle on the table. "Goodnight, Michael... we'll talk more in the morning." She says before she kisses her brother's cheek. Michael held little to no emotion. Janet looks down on the ground before walking out of her brother's hangout room. Michael sat back in his chair before he picks up his glass cup and took a drink out of it.

Michael stood up from his chair as he walk toward the large window that looms over a part of the city. He glances below and around. "Where are you, Dad...." He mutters underneath his breath.

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"Excuse me... but do you know where I can find the Jackson family's home?" The woman's soft voice says as she asks the book keeper in the city library. "I'm looking for a Michael Jackson."

The older woman's eyes widen. "I'm afraid that I cannot help you. Please leave my store." The older woman's voice shakes as fear cowers over her.

"But—.."

"Leave or I will call the police." She says. The young woman nods her head before she left the store. She step back out on the streets and look down the road as night has finally fallen. She sighs.

"It's been two days and I've found nothing ... No Jackson. No House and most of all.. no Michael Jackson. What's so bad about this guy and why is everyone so afraid of him..." The young woman whispers to herself . She looks up at the stars. "Just where are you, Michael Jackson..."

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