MAFIA'S PIANIST ✔

18| Compassionate

warning : mature content

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"Father"

Abigor said with an emotionless face as he saw his father getting out of the car.

"Son" he sighed while running his hands through his hair "What were you doing?"

His father's cunning gaze traveled to the direction of the little girl in distaste as Abigor stepped in his line of sight, making him look at him again.

"I was doing my routine patrols" he answered stoically.

Draven, his father, sighed and clenched his jaw "Didn't I order to imprison the people who roam the streets without any permit for a few days as punishment?"

As the current Mafia head, Draven's orders must be carried out by everyone unconditionally. It didn't matter if Abigor was his son, Draven was first a Mafia king and then a father.

"Father they didn't kn-"

A sharp sound echoed in the deserted road as Abigor's face turned towards the side. His jaw clenched and his eyes burning in rage.

Getting slapped or kicked by his father wasn't a new thing to him, but everytime he did slap him, Abigor's blood boiled in complete fury.

"Get in the car!" his father roared as he went back inside the car.

Abigor followed his father and sat inside the audi. He groaned when he saw his sister, Anna, sitting beside him and his father in front of him.

The two people who tired him out the most.

"If I see you helping out a single soul because of the 'kindness of your heart', I'll make sure you get the worst punishment you have ever received" his father threatened as Abigor glared at the car seat in front of him.

Apart from locking him up in darkened rooms for days, starving him, beating him till he passes out, using hot iron on him. Abigor didn't know what worse punishment he could get.

"We are weapons, Abigor. Weapons to protect our Nation, our family and our Mafia. Weapons don't weep, weapons don't feel" his father commented when his son didn't reply.

"If you continue being a pussy, you'd fuck our mafia up. I also don't want people to die that's why I am trying to negotiate with the Paulos', trying to reach a pact"

Abigor still didn't reply as he heard his sister sigh beside him in disappointment. She sat on the plush seat with crossed legs elegantly "Father, I told you he's no good"

Abigor's fists tightened and his jaw clenched at this, trying to control his growing rage.

"If you had just handed me the-"

"Shut up Anna!" his father interrupted Anna with a hard look "You are getting married in two days, don't talk about imaginative crap. Focus on being a good wife and bear Ethan Buterin, your husband, sons. We need all the allies we can get now"

Anna looked away with watery eyes as her long nails dug on her palm, drawing out a bit of blood.

While Abigor kept looking outside with dead emotionless eyes, he had given up on being a decent compassionate human being. His father had trampled on that side of him and forced him into ruthlessness.

Aria chewed on her lower lip as she studied Abigor's hard look.

"Now that I think about it, maybe you were correct" he said and looked down at her "Maybe me and Anna were both forced into this lifestyle"