Third Person POV.

Peter walked down the plane’s ramp with a tiny smile on his face. It felt good feeling New York’s air around him again. Peter can’t remember the last time he had been in America.

It’s been years now, he remembered with a tight fist.

The mafia brothers whisked him away to Russia after he killed Helen, the woman he was supposed to lure so the twins would gain the power they’d always wanted.

That night he shot Helen, everything happened like a movie to him. He didn’t ...