I was raised to like what I do. To be proud of who I am, A Catelli.
The day I killed my first man, I wasn't even 9. A burglar got into our house and held a g*n against Deno's head. My mother tried to get the burglar to take her. The asshole shot her. My mother was brave and managed to get him on the leg. Deno ran away from the intruder, but I was so filled with anger that I took my mother's Glock and clipped him 5 times.
Only to get outside and find the soldiers who were protecting our home, sleeping. My father killed them once he got home. I stood there and watched. My mother survived only to die 3 years later by a bullet to her head.
My brother was barely 8 at the time, and Anya was just a baby. Deno remembers it in his dreams. I have lived that f****d up day for years.
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