The Mafia's Adopted Child

Backstory

Bang, followed by another one. Me hiding under the couch. I saw my parents drop to the ground. Gunshot wound to the head.

Okay, let's start out with why my parents where shot in cold blood. We lived in an area prone to gang activity and shootouts between rival gangs or gang members were common. However this gang was not in their territory. How it worked here was gangs and their members were not aloud to forcibly enter homes of people or shoot the household members outside their territory. All of the gangs knew not to do this. Out of fear of the mafia family that kept the gangs in line. This was a new gang, small and unaware of the consequences they would face.

Mafia members burst through the door. Shooting the gang members without hesitation. "New gang, why they shot these people though. Their never involved with gang or mafia stuff. So everyone leaves them alone." The man who had spoken sighed. A few men came back from sweeping the house. "No one else in the other rooms. We found a little kids room, no kid though, maybe 3 years old?" I crawled out from my hiding spot shaking slightly. "I I'm f-four actually."

The members all stared at me in shock. "I didn't even know he was here." The others nodded in agreement. One of them approached me and I stepped back. "hey buddy don't worry we won't hurt you. Just come with us and we'll keep you safe." I stared at the for a moment then took a step forward. The man picked me up and smiled. "Alright," he said turning to the others "call a clean up crew and lets head home."

You see in this mafia family, whether you were an actual blood relative, a servant, bodyguard, or soldier. The head treated them like family. I was about to become apart of that family.

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