In some cultures, it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding. Which is why Spade and Rose decided to execute their jurisdiction in different parts of New York City.

Spade in Brooklyn and Rose to Manhattan.

A black Camaro roared down the street as automatic gunfire ravaged the streets of the BK. It was Spade exchanging shots with some local Slobs who just robbed a convenience store and blew out the poor Korean owner's brains.

That shit doesn't sit well with Damijin Spade.

Spade, armed with an Armsel complete with 12-round drum mag, aimed for the gas tank, which was located on the back of the Mustang. But everytime he got close, some fire from an AK-47 would force him to drop back. Spade was about to move in again when a black GTO Judge rocketed past him. When the Judge was even with the Mustang, Spade saw a hand come out and what came out from it was a grenade.

"Holy shit!"

Spade moved over a lane and caught up with the GTO as both cars surpassed the Bloods' Mustang. The occupants of the two cars looked in their rearview mirrors to see the car skid, swerve, and finally go up in flames.

The Camaro and the Judge finally got to the end of the intersection as if they had just finished a drag race and got out. Spade finally got to see the person who just helped him. His face was hard-looking and his eyes were cold. But the focus was on the white skull on his chest.

Frank Castle. The Punisher.

Spade smirked and walked over to him.

"Castle."

"Spade."

"It's been a while."

"I heard about the wedding, Damijin," Castle said. "Congratulations are in order."

Spade knew that it hurt Castle to talk about weddings. He knew about Maria. He knew about Castle's whole family. Spade's pain was quite similar to Castle's.

His two sons were slaughtered during a home invasion which was meant to kill him. But Spade got the bastard who killed them. He put that son of a bitch Lee Bernan through the same hell that he put Spade through. But it wasn't just Bernan.

The last time Spade had saw the Punisher, they had engaged in a joint effort to bring down the Kingpin, who was the real killer. That's how high the order had gone up. Fisk.

But Dami and Jason weren't the only ones that fat fuck had taken from Spade. He hadn't forgotten about Diabla and Raymond Darion, the cop who was betrayed by Stephen Fourbey, the police informant under Fisk's payroll. Their souls were all at peace now.

Or they could be, at least.

Spade shook hands with Castle as the two went back to their cars.

"Frank, could I ask you a favor?" asked Spade.

Castle nodded.

"Will you be my best man?"

Castle was almost taken back by the request, but he did not let it show.

"You saved my life and I repay my debts," said Frank. "So consider it done, Damijin."

Badfellas City:

Frank Colinostra Forello was trying hard not to just grab the closest machine gun in his arsenal and just start killing random people. That cocksucker Spade was gonna actually come into his territory and declare himself and Rose married? Hell no! Over Frank's dead body.

"I'll kill that fuckin' cocksucker if it's the last thing I do!" Frank yelled, punching a hole in the wall behind him. "The Snypa will fuckin' die and the Black Rose will be my bitch!"

Frank still hadn't forgotten how with her bare hands, she ripped his testicles off. The surgeons he kept on standby had been able to save Frank, though he'd never have kids again. At least that bitch Su Ling wasn't nowhere around.

Frank Forello picked up his cell phone.

"Hey. We're going to the Garden in a few days."

Manhattan, New York:

Three black men, clad in blue were hauling ass out of a jeep and taking off through backyards and jumping fences.

"Come on, nigga! That bitch coming!"

The bitch that the Crabs were referring to was Rose. She had just witnessed them rape a poor, unsuspecting teenage girl who looked like she was coming home from work. Rose went ballistic, killing at least five of them with her bare hands and remained unscathed. But what really set her off was that before running away, these three pulled the trigger on the poor girl.

All because they didn't want to be caught by the police. These cowards.

For cutting down an innocent life, Rose would make these bastards suffer. She pulled out her crossbow, two bolts already loaded. Carefully taking aim, she hit one back in the back.

One Crip down, two to go.

The two Crabs finally decided to turn around.

"She only a woman, man! Get that bitch!"

"It's two of us and one of her!"

The bangers pulled out pocket-sized Berettas.

"Smoke her ass!"

Just when they were about to fire, a silver cape-and-cowled figure came down from the sky.

"Hey."

The two Crips turned around, one of them taking a hard left hook to the face. The only difference between a standard left hook and this person's left hook is that the punch was hard enough to break the thug's neck, along with shattering his jaw and some teeth flew.

Before the other punk could be shaken out of his stupor, Rose fired her crossbow again, the bolts hitting him in the back of the head and coming out the forehead, bouncing off the masked figure's body.

"It's good to see you again, Rose."

"Same here, Knight."

The man was instantly recognized as Moon Knight as he and Rose briefly hugged.

"Playing to tradition of the bride and groom not seeing each other before the wedding?" Moon Knight asked.

"I could go for some hot sex with Dami right now," Rose replied. "But I believe in tradition."

Marc Spector smiled from behind his mask.

"Come. We should catch up."

"Gladly."