the devil always wins

Energia [power]

In Italy-

Alejandro POV:
Gun shots were being fired from behind us. We were running through the field, ducking and diving, dodging bullets here and there. Firing back and trying to escape. The car was parked not far from the area, down an alley close to the town square. "Ow you figlio di puttana [son of a b*tch]" I heard one of my guys curse, noticing the bullet that just skimmed the side of his shoulder. This must have set something off in him because he spun round and threw shots to three of the attackers, sending them all to the floor. Leaving two mob members standing. Two against the four of us...it would be a piece of cake. Another one of my men, Valentino, fired two more shots to the last men. Yelping with pain they both dropped to the floor. We stopped running and looked at the Six on the floor. All slowly bleeding with no help. Not dead though might I add.

You see, my mafia we don't kill for fun. We torture for fun though but we don't take another's life unless they pose a deep threat to us or they do wrong to other innocent people. We kill those that deserve it.
After all my family are all about respect, especially to those who return the favour. The people we kill have no respect they just care about one thing... Energia [power]

I'm the boss, I make the rules. That's how it works. If I say not to kill someone then you don't and vice versa. If you disobey even one of my rules then you get punished. Depending on which rules you break, the punishment worsens. I once cut a mans fingers off, one by one. Just to get information out of him. It seems harsh right? Wrong. It was very important and valuable information that was vital to finding our stolen shipments. New weapons that were going to help us take down the Russians. They figured out that we were planning an attack and so they interfered and took the shipments before we could access them. We got them back of course, took down the gang and defeated Dimitri (the boss). They had nothing left. They lost everything. In the end it all got too much and they started playing Russian roulette, till it slowly killed them all. The last member standing killed himself shortly after everyone else. It made our job easier I must say. No one in his family were alive so I guess being in hell with them wouldn't be so bad for him after all.

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We got to the car and I asked the chauffeur to take a detour through the city to my mamas favourite coffee shop. I like to visit here sometimes, it reminds me of when I was younger. When she was still alive. It's a shame she's not around anymore. Besides my brother, she was the only family figure I could rely on. She was the best person I had in my life.

My father was abusive. As I grew up, he would beat me to a pulp. Harm me in ways I would never dare to harm a child so young. It was pure torture and he seemed as though he enjoyed every minute of it. He used to lock me in the basement and starve me for weeks and weeks on end. Claiming it was all to make me stronger. To make me a man. But in reality it just broke me down more and more until it was almost too unbearable. When my dad left he claimed that was to make me stronger too. Really it was just his excuse. Everyone knew he didn't give a crap about us. He got my mama knocked up when drunk one day and her being the caring figure she is wanted to help him with his alcohol issues. Then he found out she was pregnant and pulled her into the mafia, using my birth as an excuse. Another one...

I blame him and no one else for her death. It's his fault. If papa hadn't allowed her to get caught up in all this business then she would still be alive today. She was shot. Straight in the back of the head. Apparently the shooter mistook her for someone else. How is that even possible. I don't know? Only the clumsiest assassin could mix someone up with another. She collapsed to the ground and I caught her seconds before her head collided with the ground. Her blood seeping over my suit and the colour draining out of her eyes. Her skin growing cold as her lifeless body lay limp in my trembling arms. I witnessed something a person at that age should never have to witness. The death of a loved one at only 12.

It was a devastating day for all of us. Except him. He disappeared that day. Strange. It lead me to be suspicious of him. It can't be a coincidence that she dies and he goes all magician on us. Maybe it was him that actually killed her and he used the poor excuse of "someone mistaking her for someone else" to cover up his tracks. However he showed back up when he needed something, as he always does and he's always with us at important events, other then that he rents out hotel rooms and probably fucks women left right and centre. However, From that one day, I knew I hated my father. I never believed his excuses anyway...

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We spent some time in the coffee shop, talking to Jo. She's worked there for years, she used to serve my mama when she was only 18 and pregnant with me. Not long later Me, Valentino, Sergio and Macro decided to head back home to la casa padronale [the manor house]

The manor is in Italy, walking distance from some of Italy's greatest sights and tourist attractions. It's grand and gorgeous, gold and black interior. I grew up here, the house I've been with since birth. As time went by, missions became less local and more world wide so we started buying chalets and apartments in many areas of the world. We didn't rent because we figured it would be nice to go stay in the houses if we felt like visiting the country. After all, we did pick houses in some of the nicest locations.

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I stood on the balcony of the villa, looking out at the view of the beautiful sunset as the breeze hit my face. And it was on this evening that I found myself deep In thought. My mind went back to the night in America. At la grand casino. Where I met her. The gorgeous woman who somehow after all these weeks, still won't leave my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about her...

I couldn't stop thinking about Adina Martinez...