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book 2

book 2 chapter 9

Chapter 9

As soon as antonio entered his o.g.s room, amongst all of his things, it finally hit him that once again he felt so lonely. Just as before, when his parents he passed, he felt like his world had been shattered as if were a mirror, that was just recently mended. If one were to look through it, they would only be able to see partial scenes of what now left him with nightmeres.

When he was downstairs with the others, he had vowed to himself that he, under no circumstances, would he allow the others to see just how much he had been affected by the things that had transpired. He knew that they all had been deeply scared for life for witnessing the murder of their beloved og. But it was very obvious ,even to the others, puppet and antonio had grown closer then any of them had. The two were definitely protege and mentor. But beyond that, he felt like puppet had groomed him in that manner for this specific purpose. So he knew that he must appear to be strong, because he was their new rock of the house for them all to lean on.

But now in the silent room, staring at his og,s possessions,he finally allowed some semblance of emotion. Silently he let tears flow from his eyes,only to be quickly wiped away. Because real men don't cry.

It wasn't long before the thought of his own guilt in the situation had played a major role in the outcome of events. Sure he could try to hide behind the excuse of he was just following orders. But he knew that would be a lie. He wouldn't allow blame to be placed on anyone but himself. He was the one that caused this. Because of him, a good man had just been murdered.

He then immediately got ahold of his train of thought. He never would have in a million years wanted something like this to happen. In his mind there was only one logical thing to do. He was going to get revenge on the Italian don.