Mature scene for main characters from TLMP1, 2, 3, 4 & 5
You can read the stories The Lost Mafia-Princess, TLMP2: Broken on episode and TLMP3: A New Era
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Alexander's pov:
I was reading through the papers and books that my father had sent me about my mother.
Rose Stone
That woman is even crazier than my father. Back in his days, everyone called him Psycho. Some people still do it out of respect, because of his work while others still do it, because they are scared of him. And they should be.
My father, Psycho
No one knows what his name is, to be honest, I don't either. I guess he has his reasons.
Anyways. Back to my mother. Or as I like to call her my egg donor. She means nothing to me. She left my father. She left me. I was only nine when she left me. And I stopped caring about her when I turned eleven, realising that she didn't care about me. Otherwise, she wouldn't have left or she'd have taken me with her. But she didn't.
My father stayed behind and raised me into the man I'm today. A ruthless and heartless man without no goal in life other than leading his men.
Our family legacy goes way back. My grandfather was the one who started the British Mafia, and he made allies with the Italian Mafia and the American Mafia when they also at that time started their eras when they created their Mafias. Then my grandfather got ill and give the leadership to his heir, my father. My father didn't disappoint my grandfather and made sure that everyone knew who my father was and what the British Mafia stands for. My father didn't get ill or died or anything, but he decided to give his leadership to his heir, which was me because he thought it was time for me to grow. I was twenty-five years old when I step up.
