Seventeen: Lethal

AXEL

For as far back as I could remember, I've never done anything, not even the slightest and smallest thing that went against what I was supposed to do.

I've always done what was expected of me.

Trained to become the best physical fighter I've ever met, yes, I put my body through all those shit to get there.

Become detached and take lives without flinching, yes, I did that too. Heck, I had my first kill at 8 when most kids were still trying to cram the multiplication table.

I worked with a team and tracked down a snitch when I was just 12.

I became a mastermind, someone to be feared, someone ruthless and dangerously lethal in the mafia world before I even became legal.

I've been doing what was expected of me and even more to prove myself because I needed to prove myself worthy of being an Ivanov. I was a whore's son after all and dad brought me in when he already has his heir so I needed to be better than Avan at all costs. Not that that takes so much of hard work anyway, but Rom