𝑨 𝑵 𝑫 𝑹 𝑨 𝑫 𝑬

B I R

CHAPTER ONE

Sicily ,

How time had passed since the day he had been born . The young boy ran across the open field of la cienta , a name the family had chosen for their large home .
The love Margita had for her son was like non other but she had to stay on the side line and watch as another woman raised her child .
The foreboding feelings kept cracking at her vulnerable heart . Chipping away at what was left .

"Come young master ". She called the boy . Opting to stay respectful in fear of , Cordelia the woman he knew as mother ， would do to her .

She could see through the facade the woman put up . The small scowls and scornful looks thrown toward the boy didn't go unsean by Margita . Although she couldn't be his mother , she had opted to be his guardian for as long as the family would keep her .

The maid .

She could still remember the hateful words she had gotten from Cordelia , a woman scorned and betrayed by her husbands infidelity . Romelu Sandrino Luciano was his name . A powerful mobster and businessman whose influence ran far and wide .

She still loved him . His promises still stuck to her heart and yet she knew that this was not her story to tell . Her focus would be on her child . Whether it be near or from afar .

Margita watched the young boy run toward her with a large smile on his face .

His name was Andradè

The bastard child .

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Rome ,

Andradé Luciano

It wasnt the same . Home for him felt like a distant memory . His mind never seemed to stay in one place as he tried hard to forget about everything . All that had happend to him .

"Fucking try something else with me and I'll make you my piccola figa ". He shoved the barrel of the gun into the mans mouth in anger . The exilirating feeling of adrenaline pumping in his veins had been like a high .

This was what it had come to . Being the lap dog to the man he called father , Romelu Sandrino Luciano . The man who had fathered a bastared child out side of his 9 other children , all legitimate and carrying the name with pride .

"Where are they?" Andradé asked softly at the man who sat shaking .

In front of them sat another man who lazily blew smoke from the cigar that had been in his mouth.
The strong smell of his cologne wafted the air and he sat in his crisp designer suit watching patiently as the man was being tortured .

"I'll slowly take the gun from your mouth , but If you say anything but what I wanna here , I'm blowing your brains out yes ?" The man nodded frantically . His brown skin scattered with bruises and cuts ranging from deep ones to only small scratches.

"Where are they ?" He asked again , frustration creeping up like a thief in the night .

"I don't know ". The man sobbed , a thread of despair choking him into dumbmess . His ability to talk seemed to be overpowered by the fear he felt for the two men right in front of him .

Andradé could sense the truth seeping through the man's mouth and yet he didn't want to stop the torture . It was like helping himself to get rid of the angst and the feeling of rejection . He glanced over to his father and raised a brow in question "kill him ". Was all romelu had said before Andradé had reached for a small knife on the table laden with weapons of all kinds .

He pulled the man closer to him and whispered "How do you want to die?"

"P-please . I have a f-family that i have to take care of ". The man begged with wide eyes filled with fear . His heart threatened to escape from his chest at the rate it was beating . The man thought that he would have been protected , the oath of silence to the gang should have been enough and now there he was .

Chained and begging for his life because of something secrete .

Something he didn't know .

"Say your prayers ". Andradé mumbled cleaning the sharp knife with a stoic face.

"Please ". He begged again with tears blurring his vision distorting the people around him .

"Don't take too long on this issue , I have something I want you to handle ". Romelu said to Andradé as he stood with a sigh . He placed the cigar onto a tray and walked toward the bleeding man .

"Try not to scream so loudly . No one will be able to hear you ". Romelu whispered with a dark smile on his face . He turned toward Andradé "get this done now ". With that he walked out , leaving the screaming man behind who wailed and begged for his life .

"Onto the next ". Romelu whispered buttoning up his blazer .

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Andradé had stabbed the man on both his legs before making a quick slice to the throat . He felt pity for the man . What had angered him was the blaten lie the man had told once faced with death . I have a family . Andradé scoffed and then looked at the low dead man who stopped choking on his own blood a few seconds before .

Pitiful-he thought to himself.

He then walked over to a door which lead to a small bathroom knowing that the man was already being taken away by the guards who lurked around . The broken mirror in the bathroom had smeared blood on it and the small light in the room buzzed while emitting a small light which illuminated the confined space .

Andradé looked down at his hands . Blood staining his palms .
He reached forward and opened the tap , letting the water flow from the tap and onto his hands .
He lifted his head looking at his reflection while cold water ran over his hands .

He couldn't remember the last time he had bothered to look in the mirror . The man looking back at him was one he didn't recognize yet a man he knew from the very depths . To his soul .

The scar on his left eye blurred his once blue eye . The colour fading .
Although he may have seemed blind , he could still make out figures with his eye although not as clear . "Fuck you". He said to himself with disdain . He hated himself and his whole existence yet he never wielded the power to take his own life .

He looked at his hands again seeing the dark red colour of blood . It taunted him . Making him feel like a failure .

He began washing his hands with vigour . The blood never seeming to wash away with the water . Anything he tried went down in vain . The blood never seemed to wash away . "Get off ". He said in frustration as tears began to blurr his vision"get off". He punched the mirror leaving awhole straight in the middle . He watched as his own blood dripped from the open wound on his knuckles . He felt angry , He wanted to cry . To feel something yet he didn't allow himself that as he wiped away at the unshed tears .

His heart bled with sadness as he watched the red on his hands .
The hate that stained his hands .
He looked at his reflection again and there he saw a man .

A man unwanted by the very person who fathered him . The very people he called his own .
"One more day ". He told himself before walking out the door and toward the exit .