CHAPTER 55
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 competito
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