Carmelo Noble had one question for his dead father. Are happy? Happy about what I'm doing? What I've done? What's gonna happen? What I'm gonna do? Are you proud? Do you regret what you did? 

No tears pricked Carmelo's eyes as he stared down at his father's head stone. The only feeling he had was anger. Angry that his father raised him to obtain his revenge. Angry that he had to start a war with the man that he loved.

Yes, loved. Carmelo Noble was in love with Tristan Gage. But he never stood a chance. Carmelo was only a couple years older than Tristan's daughter, he was barely legal! Yet, he still couldn't help wishing, day dreaming and wanting Tristan. They were like yin and yang. Tristan tall dark and handsome. Carmelo short, light and beautiful. They were perfect. But fate is a bitch and had it out for Carmelo. Carmelo looked down at his hands, that were now going to be tainted by innocent blood. He took one last glance at the grave stone, then left. But not before glancing at where he knew that Tristan was hiding, watching him from afar. 

Carmelo waltzed off with the grace of a cat. His hips swinging, always the graceful one of the bunch. A living Angel as some called him. More like a devil with a plastic halo. 

Still those words echoed through Carmelo's mind. Happy. Is he happy? Was the old man watching from the heavens or spying from hell and was he happy? Carmelo was carrying on his legacies. Starting a war with the man that he never wanted to hurt. A pain in the ass, yet he was still doing it. Carmelo remembered the last words he had said to his father. " I hope your happy papa." Then the man had died. Left just like that. Dust in the wind, but still controlling his son even from the grave.