Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mafia Kingpin: A Dark Organized Crime Romance: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

"What is it?" I said loudly, agitated with Steve at this point. He just wouldn’t let me fucking live my life."There's a yute who's found out about my business," Steve said quietly, his tone dropping down to barely a whisper. "He saw everything that was going on in my house.” Steve took a deep breath in. “Everything,” he repeated."Why's that my problem?" I asked bitterly, suddenly even more pissed off than I already was. Me and Steve had moved past talking about the Mafia and his criminal organisation. So why the fuck was he bringing it up now all of a sudden, when it had been two whole years that we’d gone without saying a word about it?!“I thought you didn't want to involve me in your problems?” I snapped. “Thought I was too young? Cos that’s what you said, remember.” I folded my arms angrily, suddenly wondering why I even bothered with this pathetic excuse of a man."You were too young," Steve replied, rolling his eyes. “But that’s not the point. I haven’t got time to fucking arg

Thomas was one of the only guys who stood up for me, back in primary school. I was only 7 years old… All of the kids in the class were white, while I was the only mixed race kid, half black and half white. Everybody picked on me and made fun of me, calling me racist names, but Thomas stood by me, trying to stop the other kids from being ignorant. He was the only friend I had back then. He made me feel appreciated, out of the many people that didn’t.And this was what I was going to do to him. All because of my bastard of a stepfather. And I hated Steve for making me do this. I’d never be able to move on with my life… It was hard enough losing Ellie, when she wasn’t even my friend. Imagine how I would feel, knowing that I’d killed my own friend?The moment would replay itself to me over and over in all the years to come, like a form of torture. I’d get nightmares, and feel endless paranoia. I’d always be fucking miserable.I needed to get this over-with, instead of prolonging it and ma

There was a brief moment of regret on his face, but it was short-lived. He flipped me around, punching me again, before bringing the knife out in front of his face. I was shaking. This was the end. I was going to die.At least I would join Ellie.But did a better place exist for a bastard like me? Did a better place exist, for scum like me? Who betrayed their own friends?Oh Father, forgive me… For I have sinned.In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.Forgive me, Lord…Thomas pierced the knife into my flesh, cutting deep inside me. I began to scream. It was then that the sirens started.As I started losing consciousness I noticed a girl in the background, watching me. She had a look of pure horror on her face."Please ... help me," I tried to speak, but it just came out as a mumble. My eyes began to close, and blood was gushing out of my mouth.I collapsed, as I began to bleed out. My vision went blurry, as I could feel the wind knock out of my lungs…And then,Everyt

I chuckled and she gave me a little giggle, before walking out of the house, slamming the door behind her.I slumped myself down on the sofa, spreading my legs and letting out all the exhaustion. I leaned over to the table to see my phone lying there, and picked it up. All I had were texts from Keelan, asking me how I was.“I'm good bro. Just got released from the hospital”, I texted him.I reached for the TV remote and then caught a glimpse of all the PlayStation games that Steve had bought me. I grabbed hold of them angrily, opening them all one by one and snapping the discs, throwing them in the bin. I didn’t give a fuck how expensive they were. I was so angry. My blood was boiling to the point that it almost dried up."Stupid bastard," I muttered to myself. "This is all his fault." I wanted to eliminate every trace I ever had of him. It was all Steve’s fault that my life was so fucked up right now. Why couldn’t he just live a normal fucking life? Why did he have to be a criminal?

I knew that going to prison would just put me over-breaking point. It would fuck my mental health up even more than it already was. And that was something that I just couldn’t deal with. Being locked in a room, for the rest of my life…***"You may now leave for home time," said Mr Mahmood, as the school bell rang, and everybody gathered their books. I didn't even know why I bothered coming to school. I just had so much on my mind.I got up, ready to leave the classroom and meet Keelan outside. I hadn’t spoken to him in such a long time. I needed to tell Keelan everything. Talking to somebody would probably be the only way for me to get some of the weight and burden off my shoulders.I couldn’t talk to Mum about this, or she’d go frantic."Wait a minute," called Mr Mahmood, as I made my way to the door. "I'm talking to you, Louis. Can you just stay behind for a sec please?"I sighed, long and hard. What the hell did he want? I turned on my heel and made my way back to the classroom, p