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As I entered the house, I felt the exhaustion creep in. The day wasn't as smooth as I had expected. My men informed me that I should come y to the warehouse, since two boys, around 16 years old were seen running about my land. Of course, I am not one to believe they were there for the fucking view, as hard as they fought to make me believe them. So, right now I am a bloody spectacle, literally! Hell, Martha saw me in the garden and started trembling. Then again, she isn't very adept at accepting that sometimes, work doesn't go as planned. And that's most days...

It is seven right now, and the ball I have to attend starts at nine-thirty. I am in dire need of a bath, so the bathroom it is. I got out of my clothes and threw them on the black marble floors, which got stained with blood. I turned on the shower and only one sensation was perceptible. Cold. The tiles were cold, the water was cold and a breeze hit me through the open window. As I stood there, I was hit with the realization that I didn't care enough to do anything about it. Feeling the elements of nature, and the standardized reactions of my body to them meant that I was still alive. That everything was real, my hammering heart being just the confirmation

Standing under the pressure f the showerhead, I brought my head around the events of my life lately. I was getting married. I don't know to whom, or when. All I know is it will be soon, and to someone I chose. Because I'm not leaving it up to that fucking bastard. A sigh escaped me. It's not that I don't want a woman to take care of me and give me everything she has -because I'm a jealous man. I do not share. A soft pussy on my bed every night for the rest of my life and maybe one, two at most, sons. No daughters. Just boys. Men that will be able to survive this world. My life has been composed of women that couldn't survive in these conditions, and I will be not condemning any daughter of mine to that. 

But back to the matter at hand: if I do this, it's for life and I don't care what she says. I am not one of those monsters I've been coming into contact with since I started to walk. No. It will be a lifelong partnership, or there will be nothing at all. I am a possessive asshole, but that's all I can do.  

In my whole life, I never dreamed of getting married. But, to keep my power and my life, I had to do this unfathomable thing. And, that is one of the reasons I'm going to this ball tonight. Antonio Morrano was a friend of my uncle, my mother's brother. I have known him for years and I did my training with his son. He is different than most of the men I am accustomed to in the organization. Cruel and a good player in the game, but when it comes to his family, he never stands to hear the gossip. He kills them before they have any chance to. 

He has three -I believe- daughters. You could never be sure with him. He is secretive and cunning. No one knew he had six children, to begin with. Any talk had stopped after the birth of his first daughter, and just thinking of the horror on Made Men's faces when they saw the youngest two makes my lips curl. I dream of that moment every night, the confusion and unpreparedness that had shown on their faces as the wedding went on and they didn't know how to react.

Antonio is a man I trust. One that would fight beside me when in need, if of course, the other side proves to be the weakest link in this feud. I am not foolish enough to marry the girl Leonardo passes to me, and he surely expects that. He probably has fucked her more times than her years, broken any spirit this girl might have had, and made her a servant to his wants and needs. The best soldier. She would probably kill me in my sleep, and I am not a fool to fall for that. So, I will gain the support of powerful men, and when the time comes, I will be ready. 

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When I got out of the shower it was seven thirty-five. I went to the closet and chose a YSL suit, its color deep blue, and paired it with a white shirt, leaving two buttons at the top unbuttoned. I jelled my hair, but some persistent strings kept falling into my forehead and I decided the fight to fix it would be futile, so I left them that way. When I got downstairs it was nearly eight so I decided to finish some work and then leave. Stacks upon stacks of papers were waiting in my office, and time was limited nowadays.