Prologue

                     “If the hurt comes, so will the happiness.” –Unknown

Dexter POV

“No, it's not real. This must be some kind of dream. ” I mumbled, looking around the room with the presence of my entire family. Their faces were pale and they hardly moved an inch. I can't believe this. They can't just turn their backs on me.

“Sister, wake up, please. ” I pleaded in front of her cold body. She wasn't breathing and I can't feel her heart rate. I shook her body but still no response.

“Brother, get up now. You can't let me do this on my own. I need your support. There's no way I can do this alone.” I punched him a little bit in the arm, but he didn't flinch or show up as usual.

I moved to another body, my mom and my dad. I found them lying next to my sister and my brother-in-law. “Mum, tell me it's not true,” I cried like a child beside her as my hand held her motionless hand. I turned to look at the face next to her when she shows me no reply.

“Dad, do you hear what I'm saying? Please, give me a reply. Tell me you were kiddin'. You're a mafia king, and you can't let it get you killed. Show 'em, Daddy. Show the world how strong you are,” I cried out, refusing to accept the truth that was plainly before my eyes.

Dad, mom, sister, and my brother-in-law, lying in the room with no breath or heartbeat. They weren't with me anymore and they're never going to answer me again, not anymore. I tripped and fell on the cold concrete which made me hit the ground hard for my frustration. It was hard enough for me to bleed, but I couldn't feel the pain. I'm telling myself, this isn't the end. This is just a start. I will make the end for which I wish.

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