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1 4 years later

The triplets, named Ace, Blaise, and Cale, grew up surrounded by the lush greenery and pristine beaches of the island. They spent their days exploring the rugged terrain, climbing trees, and swimming in the crystal-clear waters as well as taking part in their daily knife and gun training. Azazel and Cherrie, now parents, had their hands full with the energetic trio. The sun shone brightly over the idyllic island, a tranquil oasis in the midst of the vast ocean. Tropical birds sang in the lush foliage, and the gentle lapping of the crystal-clear waters against the shore created a peaceful ambiance. It was in this serene setting that Azazel and Cherrie had chosen to raise their trio of boys—Ace, Blaise, and Cale—now rambunctious fourteen-year-olds, filled with curiosity and energy.

As the boys splashed in the shallow waters, their laughter ringing out, Azazel stood on the white sandy beach, his eyes, sharp as a hawk's, kept a watchful gaze on his sons, ready to pounce at any sign of danger. The boys resemble their father, with their dark complexions and vibrant energy, and they idolized him, often trying to mimic his every move.

"Dad, watch me!" shouted Ace, the boldest of the trio, as he attempted to skip stones across the glassy surface of the sea. His stone skimmed thrice before sinking, eliciting a proud smile from Azazel.

Cale, born deaf, and considered the more introspective of the three, sat on the shore, building an elaborate sandcastle, complete with moats and towers. He carefully smoothed the walls, his tongue sticking out in concentration, as Blaise, the mischievous one, crept up behind him, holding a bucket of seawater.

"Hey, Ace, watch this!" Blaise yelled, dumping the water on his brother's masterpiece. Cale let out a surprised yelp as the water ruined his creation, and he scrambled to his feet, chasing Blaise down the beach. Their shrieks of laughter echoed across the bay as they ran, leaving a trail of tiny footprints in the sand.

Cherrie emerged from their beachfront cottage, carrying a tray laden with fresh fruit and chilled drinks. Her blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and her curvy figure, accentuated by a vibrant summer dress, exuded a relaxed, carefree beauty. She walked barefoot across the sand, her steps unhurried as she took in the chaotic yet endearing scene of her family.

"Boys come get something to drink!" she called out, her voice carrying a playful warning. "And no more castle-wrecking, you two. Remember, we're all having a picnic later."

The chase came to an abrupt halt, and the boys rushed back to their mother, clambering around her for refreshments. She handed out drinks and slices of juicy mango, keeping a firm hand on the boys' antics, but they embraced the unique upbringing their sons were afforded.

As the boys matured, so did their curiosities and personalities. Ace, the oldest by a mere minute, was the adventurous type, always seeking new thrills and often leading his brothers into mischievous situations. He had his father's green eyes and an inquisitive mind that constantly craved exploration. Blaise, with a playful smile, was the charmer of the group, quick to make friends with the island's limited company and always ready with a witty remark. Cale, the youngest, possessed a quiet strength and an artistic soul. He often wandered off on his own to sketch the stunning landscapes that surrounded them.

Life on the island offered a sense of freedom unlike anywhere else. The boys developed a deep connection with nature, learning to respect the power of the ocean and the jungle's mysterious ways. They became skilled fishermen, able to provide for themselves and their parents, and mastered the art of navigation, always finding their way home no matter how far they ventured.

Azazel and Cherrie, however, knew that their idyllic life came with a unique set of challenges. The isolation of the island meant limited access to resources and a lack of conventional educational opportunities for their sons. They recognized the importance of schooling and took it upon themselves to teach the boys, often spending evenings under the stars, imparting knowledge and sharing stories of the outside world. The couple's unconventional professions had to be kept hidden from their kids as well. Given their boys' impressionable nature, telling them about their line of work might bring unexpected complications. Instead, they focused on showcasing and instilling their love and protectiveness towards their children.

The close-knit family formed a strong unit, each member understanding their roles and responsibilities. Azazel, with his protective nature, ensured they were well-equipped with survival skills, teaching them to be vigilant and cautious, always prepared for any threat, perceived or otherwise. Cherrie, with her adventurous spirit, encouraged their curiosities, fostering an environment where the boys felt comfortable sharing their discoveries and aspirations. Despite their efforts to stay under the radar, Azazel knew that their obscure lifestyle would eventually attract unwanted attention. It was only a matter of time before somebody would come looking for them. He knew his reputation as a hitman was notorious enough to attract thrill-seekers, bounty hunters, and copycats looking to make a name for themselves.

As the years passed, the boys grew into strong, capable young men, reflecting the best traits of their parents. They embraced the island as their home, feeling a deep sense of belonging within its confines. The outside world, with its bustling cities and modern conveniences, seemed like a distant dream, one they weren't sure they wanted to pursue.

Azazel and Cherrie knew that their sons' future prospects might be limited if they remained on the island. They discussed the possibility of venturing back to civilization, but the decision was fraught with uncertainty. The boys had never known life beyond their tropical home, and the thought of uprooting them caused a turmoil of emotions for the loving parents.