Craving Sabrina

Chapter 1 The Sunshine 

Santino's P.O.V. 

The rain continuously pours down on the green field. The weather matches today's event: a funeral. A ceremony to honour the dead men who gave up their lives just to protect my grandfather, the Don of our clan. Our faces remained blank, like this is a normal gathering for us.

This is the reason why I prefer business over politics. It's messy. My grandpa, Don Carlito Moschelli, was heavily injured and now recovering inside the Intensive Care Unit. 

Since my great biological father went missing a few months ago, I, the first grandson of this famiglia, needs to step up my game. 

One of our soldiers handed me a tiny, folded piece of paper. The one side of my lips automatically moved upwards in a smirk as soon as I read what's written inside. 

I have a wild guess who ambushed my grandpa, and I was right. I stepped out from the ceremony and headed straight to my car, not minding the harsh rain drops that are soaking my inner pale long sleeves shirt. 

"Sir, do you need backup?" One of my soldiers shouted out of concern. I just dismissed the idea by waving my hand. 

I drove straight to the enemies' pub. Busy ang lahat na halos hindi nila napansin ang pagkarating ko. The place is like a low class night club. 

Dere-deretso ako sa trunk ng aking sasakyan at binunot ang aking paboritong shotgun at nakadikit naman sa likod ko ang isang matibay na palakol. 

An axe and a shotgun. A perfect couple. 

I aimed to the people guarding the front door. Adrenaline activates every nerve end of my body. I shot them right on either chest or head. 

This is my life, my hobby. I like the thrill of having only two bullets in my magazine and I have to do a straight A plus bullseye. 

Mabilis ang kamay kong nagreload at bumabaril habang naglalakad ako papasok ng pub. I was blinded by excitement and entertainment as I kill every one who would block my way. 

The bang of my gun and their screams are like peaceful melody. 

One shot, one kill. 

One bullet, one headshot. 

The floor is flooded by their mortal blood.

No'ng naubos na ang bala ng shotgun ko ay sinunod ko gamitin si Sunshine, my favourite axe.

I smashed the man's arm and throat, who tried to shoot me using a pistol not only once or twice. 

Hanggang sa makarating ako sa VIP room sabay- sabay lumingon sa dereksyon ko ang mga taong naroon including their leader. 

Bago pa sila makalapit sa akin ay naunahan ko na sila sa paghampas ng aking palakol sa ulo ng pinakamatangkad na tauhan nila. He tried to fight back, but I twisted my axe deep down his forehead at sinipa ko naman ang isa pang aatake sana sa akin. 

I'm not a super human para hindi magalusan ni isa. A knife pierced through my arm, and a light punch landed on my lips habang busy akong  nakikipagbuno sa mga miyembro ng gang. But I sticked my eyes on my target, on their supposedly boss who is uncomfortably sitting on the couch. 

Palaki ng palaki ang ngisi ko habang papalapit ng papalapit sa kanya. Binasagan ko ng bote sa ulo ang isa pang lalaki at isinaksak sa mata niya ang natirang parte ng bote na hawak ko bago ako lumundag sa center table papalapit sa nanginginig nilang boss. 

"Sandale!" Pigil sa akin ng maliit nilang boss," napag-utusan lang kami. Parang awa mo na. Magbabayad ako. Magkano ba?" Pagmamakaawa niya na siyang ikinatawa ko. 

'Yong tawa kong nakakainsulto. I didn't blink or tear my gaze off. 

"Why should I give a mediocre gang leader a chance to live?" I pointed my Sunshine axe on his chest, teasingly. 

"Dahil...dahil birthday ko ngayon." He begged. 

"Happy Birthday!" Then I swing my axe towards his leg. A painful scream rings from him, and I'm enjoying it. 

Strike after endless strike. 

AFTER my pleasant encounter with that small gang, nilagay ko ang putol na hita ng boss nila sa box at dumeretso ako sa hospital to give the present to my grandpa. 

When I arrived at our family hospital, my grandpa was still unconscious.Nadatnan ko ang aking kapatid na si Nazar, the middle child, arranging and slightly tapping some pictures that are scattered above the treen table. 

"Nakikita mo ba 'yang mga larawan?" I teased. Nazar is a blind man. 

"Stop bullying me, douchey," He countered and added, "I'm helping you choose a lovely wife." 

"The old man is still alive. He's just hibernating," I protested. Alam ko ang tinutumbok ng usapang 'to. I'm not in the mood to take on a big responsibility. 

As part of being the future Don of our clan, I need to have a wife. 

May iisang babae lang akong gustong pakasalan. Unfortunately, she is still taken. 

Agawin ko ba? 

Papayag kaya siyang gawin akong kabit? 

"Tanda asked me to do this," pukaw ni Nazar sa aking iniisip. May nahulog namang isang picture ng babae mula sa mesa. 

My forehead collided into knot. I recognize the woman in the photo. I memorized every inch or centimetre of her divine face.'Yong babaeng iniisip ko lang kanina. 'Yong babaeng tinantanan kong sundan dahil alam kong wala na akong pag-asa.

"Is she already single?" I asked my brother. 

"Sa tingin mo nakikita ko kuya?"

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