5

Axel

"That boy will be as bad as you are, Paolo" my mother says as she watches what my father made me do.

At my feet is the youngest "whore" of my father, as he himself says, "his hobbies", she tried against my father’s life last night and that was her mistake, my father would never let something like this pass.

I was ten, but I felt much older than that.

"Stop complaining, Veka, you know the boy was made for it."

"Only when you confessed after marriage who you really were" she almost spits in my father’s face, just does not, because she knows that there will always be a retaliation.

Mom was such a beautiful woman, today I just see her bitter and walking around the corners of the house talking to herself.

She never treated me badly, was always kind and loving, however, this began to change a few years ago when my father began to insert me into this world, I think she did not want to see what I would become.

"You didn’t tell me you were going to marry the devil" Stop complaining, woman! Otherwise I’ll send you to your room! "I fail to watch the clash of the two and eyes to the woman in front of me, trapped in the chair and lifeless."

I really didn’t want to do that.

My stomach wraps and my mouth begins to salivate with the urge to vomit, I try to control myself as much as possible and not let it transpire to my father.

If I threw up, he would make me lick the vomit off the floor, I already learned that lesson the first time, but until then, I had never been a woman in front of me.

When he called me to the basement of the house, his mistress was already in a deplorable situation, her fingers were everywhere but straight, her lips were divided in half and her left eye almost came out of the eyeball.

"This is the bitch who tried to kill me while we were fucking" he said and the woman started to cry louder and louder, she looks at me, asking for help, but she didn’t understand that I didn’t have the power to do something "and you’ll learn that you can’t trust them. Today I’m giving you the chance to make me proud, Axel Devenuto" my heart starts beating faster, I don’t want to do that! "End the bitch’s suffering."

He put in my hands a piece of barbed wire large enough to involve in coming back from his lover’s neck and instinctively my hands begin to shake.

The next thing I felt was a slap on my face that made me wobble in my place and taste the blood in my mouth.

"You little shit! Why are you shaking? You’re not gonna embarrass me! Get it over with!"

Her lover starts to tremble and I see the urine go down her legs, she knew she would not come out alive from this.

I stopped behind the chair, wrapped the piece of barbed wire around his neck and squeezed until life completely slipped from his body, made it firm and without letting my hands tremble.

My father watched the scene with tremendous taste, happy that "his boy" did the dirty work.

"You know, Paolo, it’s better to go to my room anyway, rather than stay here and see that" awakened from my memories when my mother gives me one last sad look.

What my mother didn’t see was my trembling hands behind my back.

I gather all my control and with one last look at the bar, I head home.

It took years to gather control over my body and especially over my hands, would not be a woman who will take it from me.

I didn’t expect to remember that particular moment when I was 10 when I killed a woman.

The first woman ever.

The mistress of my father.

I haven’t felt my hands tremble in over 14 years, I don’t know what happened tonight.

Was it the lack of control I felt seeing her talking to another man?

Or the purity I felt there?

Was Vladimir correct and would I corrupt her?

I heard my father did with my mother, married on false pretexts, did not tell him who he really was and did not give him a choice, and my mother completely in love, ignored the little things that denounced that my father was not the right person.

When I was finally born, my father said that his duty was fulfilled and then my mother became the ghost that inhabited that house, until she died three years before my father, she simply languished at home.

Although she was never as close to her as she wanted, she herself did not allow this closeness, so with my father, I watched Veka Devenuto fade, there was nothing more I could do if she really did not want to live.

In the end, he died of heartbreak.

For my father’s sake.

By me.

For the life I was destined to live.

That’s why they married the women of the same branch, the mafia, precisely to avoid these complications.

My father did the opposite and married a normal woman and look at the end she had.

What makes me happy is that my father is paying for everything he did to her.

I would never bring a woman to my side under false pretenses, tying her to an unwanted life.

And I would never, ever treat the woman who chose to spend her life the way my father treated my mother, as a convenient animal.

I park the car in the garage and leave, breathing the pure air of the condominium that is completely wooded and private, with few houses and large spacing between them.

I take off my suit and social blouse, leave the pieces on the floor and start a race to vent this energy that anger produced and especially to forget the memories of the past, which is where they need to be forever stored.