Dante: A Dark Mafia Romance Novel

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

A/N: I'm in love with this story, I don't really apply celebrity faces to my characters because I think it completely ruins the fun of reading which is to imagine your own character's & settings in your head based on what's described to you, even though I know some readers appreciate that element so just a head's up it won't be in this book, sorry about that. I do honestly have a lot of fun writing this book though and I hope that you'll all love it too! Let the journey begin!

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄

There were days I wished that I could just be a normal child. Without the looming pressure and expectations that my name carried. Although it was moments like these, as I stood behind my father and watched with pride and admiration as crowds parted to create room for him, women stared in awe, with lust in their eyes, whilst men much older than him cowered in fear and turned in opposite directions. My only thought being that one day it would all become mine.

My father and I, surrounded by our men, walked to the basement of the restaurant only to be met with the muffled cries of a man who, given the scent that wafted through the air, was covered in his own urine.

As we came to a halt, I surveyed him closer, I noticed the missing teeth. His eyes were swollen and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, with droplets falling off his chin and to his knee. 

Moving my gaze from the man that sat tied to the chair, I watched as the men in the room tensed, their jaws hardened and postures became immaculate as my father walked into the centre of the room.

My father unbuttoned his suit jacket and handed it to one of the men who held it as though it were a newborn.

"Do you know what disgusts me the most about you Russians?" The word 'Russians' was laced with venom and made a small shiver run down my own spine and surely everyone else in the room.

The man spat what I assumed were profanities in Russian at my father landing him a punch to his right cheek by my dad's fist.

I made a mental note to research those profanities later.

He walked towards the man and placed his hands on his shoulders squeezing tightly.

"I despise your code. There's no such thing as loyalty in the Bratva - you are all nothing more than thieves, seeking what you can get when you can get it. No better than a rat." He enunciated the last few words flawlessly dipping his head down to the man's ear.

"Today, I have brought my son with me, your future Boss." All eyes in the room landed on me, some with respect, others sizing me up as though they didn't believe for a second I could amount to my father, whilst others seemed to be trying to avoid direct eye contact with me. Nonetheless, I stood with pride. 

"Come forward." My father gestured for me to come closer and I did, moving in front of the man who visibly tensed.

He nodded towards the case of knives, in various shapes and sizes on a small table near the prisoner.

I picked up a knife with sharp ridges on its end and balanced it in the palm of my hand. I ran my fingers down its tip carefully so as to not to draw any of my own blood. It wasn't the biggest of the knives, but I knew it would cause him a lot of pain - his death would be slow. 

"Interesting choice." I smirked as my father looked from me to the prisoner who was now shaking and had began pleading for mercy. His cries were ignored, my father kept his gaze firmly on me. 

Today, my gratification wouldn't  come from the kill, but from the respect I planned to gain from the men that stood before me today and all those that existed outside of these four walls.

The man's muffled sobs penetrated the room, his body now shook in small ragged movements as his cries grew louder.

I watched as my father pulled on the man's head and brought his face down to his ear, speaking quietly but with an intensity that made the air grow tense once again.

Walking to the edge of the room, I clutched the knife in my hand, and threw it directly into the man's nose and watched as he suffocated on his own blood, struggling to breathe as his muffled cries and groans went on for seconds before his body went limp. Had he not been tied, he surely would've fallen to the floor.

My father nodded at me with pride etched across his features. Similar expressions appeared on the faces of the rest of the men in the room. Some looked afraid, I enjoyed that.

My father took three long strides from behind the prisoner's limp body before he stood in front of me with his hands on my shoulders mouthing congratulations to me.

"The first of many, my son. And with each, you will send a message of your own making."

Ahh, first chapter published. However many more to go...I have literally been writing since I was like eight years old but sharing my work with anybody let alone publishing on a public platform is absolutely wild to me. Still...I'm super excited about it. Please stay tuned guys, I definitely plan on finishing this story, I swear! Just bare with me xoxo. 

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