Our Love

HAYDEN'S POV I've been exposed to the mafia world since I was six. When kids my age were building Legos, I was busy holding swords and learning how to build a strong mafia empire, so I grew up lacking emotions and a childhood. I held my first sword at 8 and learnt to be ruthless and cold from my grandfather. I would be woken up at 4 am, drenched in cold water, and then forced to spar with my grandpa and his colleagues. And every single day, I would return with fresh wounds,making no room for the old ones to heal. I'd want to cry, scream out in agony, resent my life and my parents, but I couldn't because if I did, I'd be whipped 150 times on my back, labelled as a chicken and weakling in the mafia world and finally disowned by my family which will give a free pathway to be hunted down by my competitors whom I had beaten or been compared to in the past and killed. Any slack in the mafia world, and it's off with your head. Years went by and the training only got worse. Unfortunately,the old man passed away few months ago. He had lived passed his time anyways. At his funeral, I watched as my relatives and mother cried her eyes out with my father comforting her, but I couldn't bring myself to tears. I regarded him one more time and turned to leave. That's what he had taught me, to be ruthless. As I turned to leave, rumors started spreading around my relatives about my rutlessness and stone cold heart. A few days later, the tabloids caught scent and soon, I was trending as the Ruthless and Cold Mafia Lord, which sealed my position more tightly in the Mafia world. The old man had died,but the scars he left on my heart and body were permanent, and I'd carry it for the rest of my life, or so I thought.