Luffy got interrupted due to someone grabbing him by the neck, he could feel the pressure that is making it hard for him to get a word out or even oxygen.

"At least let him finish before you do that." Crocodile was by then done calling his subordinates when Luffy is being choked.

Doflamingo added more pressure to Luffy's neck as he grinned wickedly. "I know you're going to tell me bullshit lies. Test me, I dare you."

Luffy reached over for his throat, wanting to fight back before his time is up. But it was no use, he can definitely tell who's the strongest person standing in this room.

"You're going to kill your only key to taking down Whitebeard." Crocodile got another cigar out of his coat and lit it up. While his eyes staring deeply at that brat as he kept his blank less face, he could definitely see blue and purple forming all around the brat's neck.

"Give me another reason to keep this rotten street rat alive." Doflamingo loosen a bit on his grip but not the entire thing.

"Are you in need of another young assassin?" Crocodile inquired, making sure that he'll get that bird bastard's attention.

"Care to explain?" Doflamingo finally lost interest in the street rat and threw him onto the floor.

Luffy begins to have a coughing fit since he's trying take deep breaths, making sure every ounce of oxygen would be inside of his nose and mouth.

"Have you ever realized that you keep on calling him a street rat."

"You want to be next?" Doflamingo is beyond done with bullshit, Whitebeard had already pissed the flying shit out of him and he's done being fooled.

"Let me finish bird bastard. Since he doesn't have anywhere to go, you could train him to become your personal assassin or a spy. Unlike the one you already have." He blew a puff of smoke out and grinned for the first time since he came here

"You can even use him infiltrating through the Whitebeard Family."

Doflamingo put a hand under his chin, thinking about this. He could have a street rat work as a rat since he was born for this job. Plus during that process he can definitely benefit by having methods of taking down each commanders before Whitebeard himself.

"Since you're making good points why don't you train the rat yourself?" Doflamingo said as moved his sunglasses up (making it like a headband) and away from his face.

"I insist, you can do it."

"For fucks sake, I'm going to be in charge of something important at the moment. So I leave this as your responsibility."

Crocodile sighed and knew this was going to happen, Doflamingo sure has to be fucking stubborn.

Luffy on the other hand was trying to get his breathing back to normal and staying conscious. Oh how he was so close to death's door, that alone was a cue for him, saying he needs to get away from them.

"Then I'm taking leave." Crocodile began to walk towards true door then paused. "My men will be here in about a week. Don't do something stupid."

Doflamingo dismissed that, he's the one in charge so he doesn't give a flying ratass about how much men would survive on their mission he'll assign them.

"Oh one last thing. Deliver this boy back to my estate in a few hours." He pointed back to Luffy who was still on the floor keeping his eyes open from closing.

All Luffy was basically doing was staring at that Caesar the whole time. Not really sure if he should envy him for sleeping peacefully, where no one payed attention to him.

Caesar had fallen asleep, on one of the couches that was on the back of the room, since no one asked for any of his opinions about anything.

There was a moment silence as no said anything until Doflamingo sat down again for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Making me do shit instead of yourself." Doflamingo mumbled while putting his sunglasses back to their original spot.

"On your way out tell one of my guards to come in." He sat up straight while having his arms crossed which made Crocodile roll his eyes.

"Before you leave, tell me. Why are you trying to protect this boy."

Oh how he hated that he used boy instead of rat or street rat or any other word in general to describe the filthy, it brought such venomous taste to his mouth.

Before Crocodile could take a step outside of the room he turned around and kept eye contact with Doflamingo.

"Who even said I was protecting the brat? I was thinking about future plans and how I'm going to survive with you being involved in my life."

And with that, Crocodile left the room.

Tch.

Doflamingo clicked his tongue.

A fellow guard came in just as Doflamingo acknowledged the presence of him.
"Take that filth and do what you must to deliver him to Crocodile's estate."

"Yes Young Master."

Luffy on the other hand heard every word from the order. Where the hell is he going? Is it too late to run out and go back to the playground from the beginning?

Before he could move a muscle, the guard walked up to him and pulled out his gun. The first thing his instincts was telling him was run. Get the hell out of there and away from these lunatics.

But it was too late when he felt pain burst through his head which knocked him out cold.

"Very good, now leave."

Once both were gone Doflamingo went out in the balcony of the room and lit up a cigarette. Times like this brings up his memories of his childhood. Times that were meant to be buried under everything or are meant to be burnt to crisp.
As he was too deep into thought he had forgotten that he had summoned every single family member.
He never came back to reality until he felt a hand being placed on his shoulder, as if it was ensuring him that everything will be okay. On cue Doflamingo turned his head towards the owner of the hand, which didn't surprise him who it was.

Rosinante had been standing behind his brother the whole time he was inside the meeting room. What worried him the most was how crucial his brother has been thinking in these mere minutes. Almost like that time when both of them tried getting over the accident that happened a while back. This alone brought shivers to his spine just thinking about it, which made him shake his head. He placed a hand on Doflamingo's shoulder to at least give him some comfort.

Which worked when Doflamingo turned around with a small ensuring smile plastered on his face. He then put out the cigarette and started walking into the room as it got everyone's attention.

"Let's get this meeting started. There's a lot to do."

The Donquixote Family consists of eighteen members including Caesar Clown, each with a specific occupation and reputation.

"Vergo, has Gran Tesoro said anything else about damn Whitebeard?"

Vergo, is Doflamingo's right hand, meaning he is trusted more than anyone in the family, and the second in command when Doflamingo himself isn't present in the family. His occupation at the moment is working undercover in the marines for the United States. He delivers news to Doflamingo whenever it involves their allies that are overseas or in general watching their backs.

Vergo shook his head while he fixed his glasses straight. "No but he did say something like how he heard rumors about Caesar being caught around his turf a while back."

"So, we're just letting them hear all this shit now?" The owner of this new voice crossed their arms together.

"Of course not Jora~. Have patience with the young master. " Another voice revealed themselves from the silent members.

Jora is control of the money that the family currently has and as well as she has her own personal little army within the Donquixote Family.

Jora turned around to face the certain person. "No one asked for your opinion Dellinger."

Dellinger on the other hand isn't as a big shot as everyone but is a combatant and officer for *Diamante's Army within the Family.

Dellinger faked a dramatic grasp and laughed at the end.

During the mean time Doflamingo was massaging his temples from a headache. As much as he loves Jora and Dellinger, he's tired of people ignoring his presence.

"Enough. We need to focus on where we're going to attack that bastard."

"Did the boy actually spit out information?" Baby Five walked closer towards where Doflamingo was at.

"Say, why and who was the boy with you Baby Five?" Buffalo curiosity asked as he folded his arms.

Unlike anyone, Baby Five is the assassin for the Donquixote Family while her partner Buffalo is the officer for *Pica's Army.

This piqued Rosinante's interest, it's not every single day that Baby Five acknowledges a single kid or even talks to them.

"Enough, we have business to deal with. Especially since Whitebeard has gone on buying every customer." Vergo said as he moved closer towards Doflamingo.

"Is that why you called this meeting?" Rosinante finally spoke, he wasn't quite sure why his brother would summon them all if they already knew that. Unless something advanced just popped out of nowhere.

"Uh yes. You're so intelligent Rosinante~" Doflamingo clapped his hands together as he began to grinned widely.

"Crocodile and myself came up with an arrangement that'll take down each commander of the Whitebeard Family and then Old Man Whitebeard himself."

It was silent for a couple seconds until everyone broke the silence with loud exclamations.

Oh how Doflamingo loves every single person's reaction at the moment.

Luffy woke up to darkness, pure darkness that it took him couple minutes to process everything

He couldn't tell where he was, no light source was there. But he could tell there was water dripping down to the floor since the room was too quiet and cold for his liking.

Right now it smelt like rotting corpses to him.

What bother him the most was that he couldn't feel his body or even move it.
Almost as if his body has shut down except for his head.

What seemed an eternal, he heard some kind of door being opened. Light shined through the opening which brought up a shadow.

A shadow that Luffy didn't like the presence of it. It's like Luffy is staring at death himself.

"Looks like the kitten has woken up."

"Basically, these couple days were a wild goose chase." Thatch explained as he took a seat across from his father, Whitebeard.

"What do you want us to do, Oyaji?" Marco took a seat next to Thatch.

"He's probably back with him. Both planning out something." Whiteboard took a sip of his rum, that's currently in his hand.

Whitebeard, himself is a powerful and dangerous foe. He stands next to Kaido, in terms of power, wealth, connections and reputation.

The Whitebeard Family has a bigger reputation than the Donquixote Family, the reason for that is because of the commanders. The Whitebeard Family is divided, since there is a lot of people, with *sixteen commanders leading each division. Each division has their own little product project that they'll sell to the black market. The commanders are usually the one who go out and do the deals, that's why they're wanted in various countries.

"Shouldn't we investigate it?" Thatch inquired, while his face sadden a bit.

Marco nodded without saying anything, Thatch's question was more than enough.

"We are. That's why I'm going to call a meeting with all commanders." With that Whitebeard got up from his seat with the half emptied bottle of rum. "By the way, aren't you two going to talk to your siblings? They've been worried, especially that hot tempered one."

When Marco and Thatch reached the mansion both went straight to their father instead of stopping by and talking to each of their siblings.

Both were dismissed from their father's office room.

"Marco, I thought we decided to tell Oyaji about the little boy."

Marco and Thatch walked side by side each other, both were walking to the diner room. Since each of their sibling would be there due to being dinner time.

"Who knows really, if he freed Caesar. But best scenario is that he ran off somewhere and came upon that damn clown, yoi." Marco reached up to scratch his forehead and thought through scenarios in his head of Caesar escaping.

When they arrived at the diner room doors both inhaled some air before they reach over to open the door there was a sudden rush of pain bursting through their heads.

That gave them a cue to talk but they both couldn't due to pain spreading on their head. Which that made them nurse their head.

"That's for hanging up on me."

Ahh that familiar voice, that both had missed hearing.

"What the hell Ace." Marco was the first one to speak.

"What the hell yourself! You know I was really worried about you guys. Y'all never picked up any of my phone calls after that." Ace crossed his arms, like hell he'll let them do that to him. He takes his time and calls them but ends up being rejected.

"We were busy on our assignment. You know how hard it was!" Thatch dramatically threw his arms up.

Ace shrugged his shoulders, not really caring for the lame excuse.

"It wasn't hard. It was just complicated, yoi."
Marco said and copied Ace's actions, which that ticked him off.

"Whatever. Anyways, your division was under me the whole time." Ace pointed at Marco while smirking. God did that send chills to Marcos back.

"What about mine?" Thatch asked while putting an arm around Ace.

"Izo was taking care of them." Ace said and tried getting Thatch off of him.

"Speaking of him, where is he, yoi?" Usually when Marco would get back from an assignment, Izo would be there to welcome him back (including his other siblings).

"He's probably out and about." Ace put sass on the end as an agreeing and nodding Thatch was on his side.

"Whatever anyway, we're called for a meeting, yoi." Marco rolled his eyes on the last part and knew pretty sure he'll get a headache from these two idiots.

And so, the three left off to the meeting.

When the three arrived not every sixteen commanders were present, which was normal since every commander has a different schedule.

"About Caesar." Whitebeard started off, he knew that his sons were probably feeling guilty for losing him.

"We don't ne-"

The doors to the meeting room opened with quite a lot of people standing outside with panic faces.

"Sorry to interrupt your important meeting Oyaji but there's.. something you should see for your own eyes."

Everyone inside of the meeting room automatically got up from their chairs and began to follow everyone.

When they got outside they didn't expect to see this at all.

A car was on fire with dead bodies surrounding it. The worse part was that each body part had a tattoo, that symbolizes Whitebeard.

"What in fucks name.." Ace was the first one out of shock. "Who would... who in hell would be a monster?!" Ace balled his fist together as a few tears fell down his face.

Indeed that was all in their heads, not only that but how anyone would get in their protected property and secretive. Everyone looked up to their father, no one knew what to do during this situation. Nothing like this happened to them.

Who could have just entered their estate and set up a fire with dead bodies

This only brought chills to Marcos spine as he was thinking about it

Oh how Whitebeard is beyond pissed, whoever chopped up his children he'll do the same to them or worse. He lost himself in a deep thought as he looked at the scenery, as his children were trying to put out the fire. Who could have killed his children and tear apart their own bodies, this brought great sadness and new emotions.

Whitebeard then looked down at his fellow sons that were bothered by this situation.

"Make sure the fire doesn't burn the bodies completely. I want to bury them properly." Whitebeard spoke softly, not enough to scared or interrupt anyone's mind from thinking.

Everyone nodded their heads but showed no other movement besides the ones that were helping.

"I actually did not find him."

An unknown voice spoke as its voice echoed throughout its surroundings.
Almost like that certain someone was on the phone.

"That will most certainly cause conflict, if he is not found."

An enigmatic voice spoke on the other line.

"What am I advice to do next?"

The person holding the phone gave it a squeeze before beginning to walk.

There was a moment of silence as wet footprints interrupted it.

"You know it's harder than it sounds. And I'm at the scene where The Whitebeard Family dubs it as "Caesar's Greatest Escape."

A hum instead responded on the other line.

"Maybe next time you should complain to Dragon, instead of me." The same person that hummed was beyond annoyed

"Or maybe you should have showed up and helped me."

"Sabo, you know that I'm a busy man at the moment. What you need is another assist."

The said name, mocked the hum from earlier.

"You know when to get my attention, Hack."

Sabo began to laugh at the end of his statement as he stopped walking.

All Hack did was sighed and waited patiently for his associate to stop laughing.

"Anyways, you better resume your assignment before a fire starts."

And with that Hack ended the calling.

Sabo stared down at his phone as if it was foreign. He blinked once then twice. Hack has never done this to him, all he can say now is how his assignment is probably affecting him.

He shrugged that off and resume walking.

Sabo was particularly walking in circles deep inside of a forest. He had no clue where everything happened and plus the sky was at its last moments of sunlight before darkness domains.

That is until he found broken handcuffs with dried blood

"Bingo."

He reached over to grab them with his gloved hand.

Even though the day before today it had rained, he thought there wouldn't be any evidence but until his luck found the handcuffs.

"Now, whose blood is this?"

Sabo whispered through his breathe. If he takes this back headquarters then he could definitely find out who's blood is on the handcuffs, but on the other hand it'll be a long trip which means he'll have to wait for a while.

He sighed and pulled out a bag to place the evidence away.

He then pulled out his phone and started dialing numbers.

"You're still undercover, right?"

"Not necessarily."

The other line responded, which made Sabo smile.

"We need to meet up as soon as possible."

Sabo's tone changed to serious, he needed to discuss something significant with this certain someone.

"I'll have that arranged."

The called ended on both lines which made Sabo sighed for the ten-thousand time. At least he'll meet with his associate pretty soon, there's important details that's going all around the black market and he sure as hell wants to discuss about it.

Sabo reached over his bag for a flashlight, the night sky had sneaked up on him while his guard was down not only that but something else as well. He shined the flashlight he was making his way out of the forest.

He figures it'll be hard to walk while someone is watching his every moves.

He reached in his coat, with his unoccupied hand, for his Nambu Pistol (type 14), just in case that certain someone tried to make a wrong move on him.

Before he knew it, he was right. There was a bunch of bushes that were rustling as well as leaves.

Sabo pointed his gun straight away into the darkness and fired. The gunshot echoed through the empty forest, as he fired again but this time he aimed lower.

He began to walk the direction he fired, with his gun raised up.

What he found was no surprise, a male body on the ground. He shot the body a couple times before kicking the gun that was beside the body and the body as well, so it could be spread out.

"I'm sure wouldn't want me dead." Sabo shined the flashlight at the tattoo that's clearly visible to his eyes. Sabo's feet were holding down his arms as he pointed the the gun down to the tattoo.

"Care to me tell where I could find ?"

Sabo waited for a response as he added pressure to the trigger.

"I... Would-d... rath-..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Sabo had enough and shot straight in his forehead.

"I've heard enough." He started stepping on his head, making sure to at least crush the skull.

"If only you would have cooperated. Now let's have a little fun with the others."

* basically I'll explain all of this later on in the story as more characters are being introduced. So I'm sorry if you're feeling lost or something like that.

No more waiting long for updates, I would have updated chapter 4 last week but couldn't since I was studying for finals :'))

Besides I'm in break so I'll get the other chapter finish pretty fast (maybe)

Btw the next couple chapters might get a bit graphic (mainly bloody)