CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE

17 Years Ago

Alexander. (15-year-old)

          I can’t wait to have a good night sleep after all the hassle I had to go through because of the Russians, pain in the asshole.

I’ve just finished completing my sixth mission since I was introduced into the mafia life, more like forced since my father is the current don of the Italian family and I’m supposed to take over once the bastard dies or step down which I know he won’t ever do.

I’ve always known that my father as an asshole who thinks he’s a god because of the amount of power in his foolish hands.

Entering one of the family’s money maker, ‘Paxy’ it’s a club owned by the family.

The guards by the entrance’s door immediately bowed down their heads in respect and opened the rope or whatever once they saw me despite how illegal it is to allow an underage into a club.

Checking my phone from the umpteenth time since I entered into the club thirty minutes ago for Liam’s message.

He was supposed to have gotten here way before me because it was the idiot’s idea to come to the club once I was done cleaning off the mess made by the Russians.

Not a minute after I saw the idiot entering the club with a panic look on his face which instantly got me worried because Liam is hardly in a serious mood, between both of us, I am the brooding one.

“What the hell happened to you? You are late dumbass” I said dropping the tequila shot in my hand on the small table and standing up, I’m now pissed off.

“I’m sorry, why have you not been picking up your emergency calls?” he asked and I got more worried because that particular phone is the only devise my brothers and mother can reach out to me and I didn’t come here with the devise.

“I didn’t bring it. Stop fidgeting and spit out what you have to say. Why were you calling me through that phone?”

“I’m sorry boss but your mother and Roman were taken to the whorehouse this night by the don” he stammered and my hands shook.

“What the hell, why are they there?” I asked trying to reign in my anger because it better not be what I’m thinking is happening is what is happening.

“I don’t know boss, I just got the new from one of my inner intel he said something about Roman being gay will bring money, I’m sorry but there was nothing I could do other than to try using my resources to get them out while also trying to get through to you” he said and I nodded in understanding.

I truly understood him, Liam may just be 19 but he has his eyes everywhere for me and I know deep down, I would have not found out until tomorrow without his help.

The revelation ignited the fire I have been keeping down for my father since I turned 8 and knew the difference between a bastard and an asshole.

The need to protect my family burned deep in me as I ran my hands through my dark hair.

My 13-year-old brother Roman found out he was gay when he turned 12 last year and told me afterwards but I don’t know how my father got to know and since then he had not let the guy breath freely and my mother can do nothing other than remaining meek like a dog and my father it owner, in charge of the leash.

That’s one of the reasons why I always take my siblings with me once I’m done with missions because I don’t want them to face the mental abuse he rains on both of them, even Kai who is only 8.

“Which of the whorehouses Liam? And who is with Kai” I spat out in anger, if anything not even a hair strand must go missing from both of them.

“The one in the Casino and Kai is with Evan” he answered without missing a beat.

“That’s good. Thank you friend, I owe you one” I paused placing my hand on his shoulder to give him a pat.

“Now I want Evan and Kai in the safe room at the penthouse, you know the passcode, nothing I mean absolute nothing should happen to Kai while I’m gone. Shits about to go down” I ordered.

“What about me boss?” he asked his hands already touching the g-lock in this pants pocket.

“Simple, once I get Roman and my mother out, you take them to the safe room too and then come back to meet me that’s if you meet me” I said and he nodded his head before following me out typing my order in his phone.

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Two hours later……

They were just about to be paraded when I broke into the whorehouse. Why the fuck would that bastard wants to sell his wife too.

Not too much damage was done to them both but I made sure the bastards who did those little damages paid with their life.

This is the most I have killed in a day since I started training and I felt really.

Once I was sure they were all safe, I sent Liam to go and stay with them and make sure they had all they all need.

Then I went to the house to have a little talk with the asshole who wanted to sell his son because he’s gay and his wife so he could marry a younger woman. The selfish bastard.

My electric bike zoomed into the compound leaving the guards shocked, I know I’ve never rode it into the compound because my father hates the sound.

“I want you all out in 2 minutes” I ordered in a loud and clear voice without even looking at their faces because I know they would follow my orders; I am basically seen as a small god here.

Standing in front of the house I lived for the first 12 years of life, I realized that I never had any happy memories here, all my memories are of bad.

My father started with locking me in the basement each time I did something wrong in his eyes, then it turned to belts and whips before hot rods and when I couldn’t take it again, I gave my father I deal, I go live on my own while I fully join the family and the dumbass agreed immediately.

That day was the last day I ever went to school but I’m sure I know more than those who went to school because I graduated top of class with 4.8 GPA in electrical and computer engineering. I did online all through apart from the time I wanted to write exams and I made sure my father never found out, made use of another name.

Pushing down the memories aside, I opened the door to the house to finish what that bastard started and do what’s on my mind.

I already know he would be in his forbidden bedroom with another bimbo, even my mother is allowed in there.

Tiptoeing into the kitchen because I know any sound would echo because people aren’t inside the house, I grabbed the small tank of liquid gas, opened it and started pouring it leading my way from the kitchen to his bedroom. The bastard was in the middle of his orgasm when I barged it, throwing the wench he was with out of the room.

Without much of a hassle, I dragged him from the bed naked while he screamed, he won’t even put up any fight and I already knew that, my father was the grandson of the don before him. He killed his father and elder brother using snipers just to take control of the family. He just wanted people to be scared of him, he can’t do shit.

I dragged his naked ass to his office, sat him on his chair before beating the pulp out of his naked body. He didn’t say any word throughout the ordeal, just screamed his throat out.

When I got satisfied, I smiled before pouring the remaining of the LPG round the office

“I won’t beg you boy” he spat out, his voice hoarse from all the screaming he’s been doing. His voice may have sounded confident but his eyes showed his fear, he was afraid of the monster he created.

“See you in hell father” I spat out bringing out my electric lighter, that’s when the begging started but I paid him no mind the same way he had been doing to his family our whole life.

I dropped the lighter watching as the fire spread still paying no heeds to his pleads before stepping out of the house and rushing out of the house itself.

The flames engulfed the mansion immediately I got out, consuming all my father’s secrets within its wall.

I stood tall, my eyes fixed on the inferno as the sound of shattering glass and crumbling wood filled the air.

My father’s scream still echoing in my mind, a haunting reminder of the events that led to this moment; I making my father burn to death.

The father who was a monster that was driven by greed and desire for power and control, that’s the kind of man that gave birth to me.