Prologue
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I closed my eyes as I laid down to sleep, but the memory always pops up in my mind. it's been 13 years since that incident happened.. but i still can't move on, my close ones suggested me about taking therapy but.. I don't think that it would work.
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I was playing in the backyard.. with my toy robot, enjoying my day.. while my parents are inside the mansion preparing things for my birthday, I am mad at them, because.. a stupid reason.. they denied to let me help, because they wanted to surprise me. but who knew that the surprise won't be from my parents, that the surprise won't be exciting, that the surprise will ruin my whole life.
BANG!! BANG! two gunshots from inside of the mansion.. I turned my head toward the mansion, I could hear my heart throbbing in my chest..
I immediately ran toward the main entrance door, but it was locked from inside.. I went to the every window of the mansion at the ground floor but found them locked from inside.
but then luckily, I found a broken window, the pieces of glass shattered at the ground but I didn't care, I just entered the mansion through the broken window.
"mumma! where are you!?" 12 years old me shouting in fear, running in the whole mansion. with my robot toy in my arms.
"mumma is in the kitchen darling!!" voice of my mom, soft, gentle and beautiful as her came from the kitchen, without waiting for a single second I rushed toward her voice, but who knew.. that once I step in the kitchen all I will see, would be nothing but a cassette playing on the counter.. "mumma?" a low whisper let my lips, I reached out for the cassette and pressed a random button on it, it played, again. "mumma always loved you dear, and.. and she has a request for you" a long pause then "never, ever trust anyone.. no one.. in this world, everyone.. every person is ready to take advantage of your trust.. but also, never be like them.. never become a murderer, your dad may a mafia king but you, my son. you are kind right?"
a heavy lump formed in my throat.. but i swallowed it down my voice echoing in the empty mansion as I shouted "where are you mom?!!" then, a low, dark, disgusting chuckle.. I can still remember.. that man, that bastard.. I turned to see but before I could react, he grabbed the back of my neck and pressed a cloth on my face, and as soon as I tried to inhale, breathe.. my eyelids started getting heavy, and my vision became blur.
"wakey wakey, don't want you to miss the scene little one" a deep voice came to my ears, causing my eyes flutter open. when I finally took my surroundings, I wasn't in a kitchen anymore, there was no toy robot in my hand, there was no brightness, there was no.. cassette.. it was just a dark room, with floor to ceiling length window, a small light bulb hanging down the ceiling..
when I came to my sense, I found myself tied to a chair.. and there was a shadow in the slight brightness, when I squinted my eyes just to fix my vision... there was that man, this time, without any mask, my mind recalled the words I heard a moment ago, my lips twisted in snarl as I said, almost shouted but still there was a hint of fear "who the hell are you!!!? and what did you mean by scene!? I swear to God.. if you harm anything that's mine or me, my dad won't leave you alive" but even I said it, it tasted like blood in my mouth.
the man just tilted his head slightly and few lights in the room suddenly flickered and turned on, the room wasn't dark anymore but still horrible.. why? because I saw the most brutal scene in front of me. my mom and dad, chained to a pillar.. there body loose, like it's lifeless.. "oh please Romano, don't think like that.. they are alive".. I thought to myself.. " mom, dad? " I said, my eyes widen and tears streaming down my cheeks.. I turned my head to the man and then, the outburst "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!!? WHAT DO YOU WANT!?".
still the man stayed calm and slowly reached out to flicker my forehead, and it was bitterly painful.. then he said, his voice deep and disgusting as hell for me. but this time, I recognized him " little one.. it's just the starting ".. " uncle James?" I my voice laced with disbelief "how can you?.. you.. you were my dad's best friend.. why did you" but instead of replying uncle James just played the cassette again.. after listening to every single word.
"you motherfucker!! I swear to God one day.. I will end your entire bloodline!!" I shouted, my eyes blazing with fury.. but still that bastard didn't even flinch, he just walked out of the room.. when he came back, he had a metal rod in his hand "let me teach you some manners" he said before striking at my arms.. the rod was hot as hell and I know it's for a purpose, he wants me to cry, beg. fine.. but I am counting, will double it and return it.. another strike, this time on my back.. my scream piercing through the walls.. my face wet due to tears, he hitted me multiple times, until my body was numb, wear and the scars are scary as hell and permanent. I swear James, you are going to regret why you took birth.
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I can't sleep, not after recalling the memory again in my mind.. I am 25 now, 25 years old Romano.. a strong, powerful, and multi trillionare mafia king who can break anyone apart.. and i already planned, whom I should break, whom I should use for it and what should I do..
a cruel smirk spread across my lips, exactly matching what I am now, not a killer, not a murderer, not a fucker but a person who is actually powerful as hell..
and I will make sure he suffer, his whole family suffer. and the first target is his.. daughter.
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