Chapter Two

ETHANE

I beated him until he closed his eyes. I threw my bloody metal bat to the floor, the voice of the metal colliding against the cold floor echoed through the walls of the cellars making the rest of them arouse and shiver in fear. I wiped the sweat off of my forehead while staring at that bast•rd,

“ Motherfu•ker.” I said, my gaze still fixed on that traitor,

“ E, uncle’s calling you.” Mason said as he entered the cellar, I nodded my head at him. Mason’s crystal blue eyes stared at the dead man who was still chained up. He whistled while smirking. I cleaned my bloody hands with the handkerchief and threw it down to the floor.

Walking out of the cellar, we made our way towards the elevator and got inside.

The elevator doors opened up and we entered the hallway, heading towards Dad’s office.

We entered it and I saw Dad sitting behind his huge wooden desk which was neatly polished, he smoked on his cigar while looking down to some papers. He felt our presence and looked up, his eyes were filled with joy and a bright smile crawled up to his lips,

“ You called Dad?” I asked while walking towards him,

“ Yes I did, take a seat Son.” He said and I took a seat in front of him, Mason bowed down to us before leaving his office,

“ Son, there is something I wanted to talk about.” He said,

“ What is it Dad?” I said while throwing my head back and closing my eyes, relaxing my mind,

“ You need to leave for the moment.” He said and I shot open my eyes, staring at him,

“ I’m not a pussy dad, I can fight my own battles.” I said and he sighed, he smashed his cigar in the glass plate which was placed on his desk before looking up to me

“ Ethane, I’ve trained you myself Son. I know what you’re capable of, everyone does. But you’re my only child, my precious child that I don’t want to lose no matter what, understood?” He said and I growled while moving my head side ways, poking my mouth with my tongue,

“ How long?” I asked while grunting my teeths and not looking at him,

“ I’m not sure Son but once things are back to normal, I will call you back and you can take over.”

“ Fine, where am I going?” I said while getting up and staring at him,

“ England, you will study there, disguised.”

“ I can’t make any promises on controlling my anger, Dad.” I said and he chuckled,

“ I don’t mind small fist fights but don’t get into big trouble.” He said,

“ Mason’s coming?” I asked him and he nodded,

“ You two will leave tonight.”

“ Is that all, I’m still not done with those traitors.” Dad laughed and nodded,

“ That’s all, you can go and enjoy yourself.” He said and I left his office.

I punched the wall besides me, not caring if my knuckles would start to bleed,

“ Woah, calm down E.” Mason said as he walked towards me,

“ You knew about this didn’t you?” I asked him in a intimidating tone,

“ Well....yeah...” He said and I raised my fist to punch him but he placed his hands in the air and closed his eyes while saying,

“ But Uncle Victor told me not to say anything!” I clenched my jaw and Mason slowly opened his eyes,

“ Sorry bro but Uncle V strictly told me not to say anything about it to you.” I walked past him and he followed me. Mas was my childhood friend, we were friends since the day we were born. He was the son of my Dad’s right hand, Jasper and was going to be my right hand once I take over.

Our families were friends every since I can remeber. I and Mason entered my bedroom and he sat on my bed,

“ Look, I know you’re mad at me and I know you wanna punch the shit outta of me but please don’t. Uncle V is doing all of this for your sake, E.” He said and I shot him a glare, zipping him up and making him look anywhere but me.

I took off my shirt and threw it down to the floor while walking towards my bathroom. I took off my jeans and walked towards the sink, placing my hands on either side of the sink, I stared at my reflection.

I had the perfect pair of grey eyes with long eyelashes, naturally straight and light brown hair, which reached my eyes. I had skin as white as snow, flawless. Black ink was drawn all over my arms, shoulders, chest and back. My right wrist had my full name tattooed on it and I had my family’s signature tattooed on my left ankle. I was tall and well built, my body was perfect. Every person that first saw me said that I was Adonis which meant someone who was extremely handsome, especially if it was someone young.

I sat in my jacuzzi and tried to relax my mind. Anger, intelligence and looks were something that I inherited from my Dad. My family was my world and I would kill anyone who would even think of harming them.

Being the only child of the family was fun for me when I was a kid but now it’s not fun anymore. I am my parents weakness and having a weakness in the world of mobs and thugs means only one thing: a way for them to destroy you.

My family-the Lord’s, were known all over the world. We were way famous than any other celebrity. Power, wealth and respect were things that our family were always deemed to have. We owned the world; we owned everyone. But like anyone's life, our lives were troubling too.  We had enemies all over the place, our lives were occupied by them. My dad calls them our rivals, but to me they are no less than a bunch of mischief.

For the world, the Lord’s aka my parents were childless. Only our close (mafia) allies knew that my parents had a child. The world knows what we like them to know about us.

I was hidden from the world for my own safety but that resulted in me becoming a very lethal person. I was only 18 and at this age, I had everyone under my feet. I knew how to control, how to rule and how to make people bow down to me. And trust me when I say that even my Dad’s allies and rivals were afraid of facing me.

I was that beast who couldn’t be controlled or tamed. I was born with a desire to kill and rule. Everyone told me that I’m trice as powerful as Dad and that made my Dad proud.

My Mother says that I get angry too quick and that I can’t put a stop to my angry, she was pretty much right. I’m a very short tempered person and every person who was clever enough to know what’s good for them didn’t made the mistake of crossing paths with me, not even in their wildest dreams.

I was a Devil or maybe worse than a Devil.

I took a proper bath and wore my robe. Walking out of my bathroom, I lit up my cigarette. I released a ring of smoke through my nostrils and saw Mason reading one of my books. He looked up to me and smiled,

“ Am I forgiven?” He asked and I rolled my eyes,

“ Not even in the next life.” I replied while walking towards my wardrobe. I wore my white boxers and black sweatpants before leaving my wardrobe.

I sat in my bed next to Mas and smoked,

“ Which college is it?” I asked Mason and he turned his head to me,

“ Saint Lorens.” He replied and I nodded my head.

I just hope that there isn’t any f•cker who is dumb enough to pick up a fight with me.

To Be Continued