Mafia Kingpin: A Dark, Thrilling Organized Crime Romance

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I rose to my feet, kicking him hardly... So hard that his body flipped over, and then I stabbed Thomas again, this time in the back, blood gushing out of his body. His groans of pain rang like bells through my ears.

"Don't you ever come near me again, you filthy bastard. I'm teaching you a lesson. Stay the fuck out of my way," I said coldly. As I was about to kick his head again, I watched the colour drain away from his face and his eyes close. I stepped back, contemplating what I had done.

What had I done? I withdrew my hands from the body, only to find them covered in blood. My head spun and I put my hand to my forehead, and fell to the ground.

"Please stop!" I cried. "Please." The pain was overwhelming. I could barely breathe.

He scoffed. "It's nothing more than you deserve. You're a dirty little bastard and your family will face the consequences of what you did. I'll never forget how you betrayed me."

There was a brief moment of regret on his face. He pierced the knife into my flesh, cutting deep inside me. I began to scream. It was then that the sirens started.

As I started losing consciousness I noticed a girl in the background, watching me. She had a look of pure horror on her face.

"You over there..."

"Please ... help me..." I tried to speak, but it just came out as a mumble. My eyes began to close, and blood was gushing out of my mouth. I never saw the girl again.

"Why did you do this?" a cop hovered over me. "Why did you attempt to kill this man?"

"It's nothing more than he deserved. He's a dirty little bastard and his family will face the consequences of what he did. I'll never forget how he betrayed me." I repeated the exact same words that Thomas had said to me when he attacked me all those years ago.

The cop stared at me, long and hard. He lifted me from the ground, took my hands behind my back and put them in handcuffs.

"You are under arrest for attempted murder," he said.

"What the fuck?"

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do may be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult a lawyer..."

As the cop said these words, I felt the world stop rotating around me. I could feel my head spinning; I was in a state of shock. It took me a few minutes to realise that this wasn't a bad dream, this wasn't a fucking nightmare. I'd screwed up so badly. I was supposed to kill this motherfucker and my mind started playing tricks on me, reminding me of the past.

No weakness... that was my fucking motto. So why the fuck didn't I just stab him and get out of there? Why did I have to remember every brutal moment of Thomas double-crossing me at the wrong time?

All my memories, everything I'd worked for. Putting blood, sweat and tears into becoming the Kingpin of the Mafia. All of the sleepless nights, and everything that I sacrificed to become the man that I was today. All of the money I made, all of the friends I made... Ijaz, Abid, Trex... Everything was gone. It was all worthless now, and it all meant nothing. I was going to jail... and I couldn't take any of this to jail with me.

What the fuck had I done?

"If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish."

As I spun back to reality, the cop read me the last of my rights. I didn't know what to do. I was desperate. I couldn't go to jail... I couldn't. I wouldn't be able to cope in there. It would fuck me up mentally... put me over breaking point.

Just knowing that in order to end the feud with the man that ruined my life...

Thomas fucking Byron...

I had to go to jail. Throw years of my life away.

I already suffered so badly with my mental health.

The fact that I killed so many people.

The fact that Ellie committed suicide because of rape.

The fact that I sold drugs to so many people...

The fact that I destroyed so many lives, in order to not destroy my own...

I already suffered so badly with anxiety and depression.

Everyday, I was in a constant battle with my own demons.

Everyday, I was wondering whether there was a point in living, because of how much of a failure and disappointment I was to the very woman who bore me in her womb for nine months, and brought me into this world.

How would I cope with my mental health if I was going to be locked in a box for five years?

"This is all a misunderstanding. I've never been to jail before. I can't do this to my mum, she'll be at home worried..."

The cop rolled his eyes at me, folding his arms.

"Save the sob story for when you're behind bars," he said angrily. "Come with me."

He grabbed hold of me with force, throwing me into the backseat of the police car.

I stared out of the window, a tear sliding down my cheek.

I guess this was God's way of punishing me for choosing the lifestyle that I had.

Oh Heavenly Father... forgive me. For I have sinned.

I should have just been a good boy growing up. Taken my mother's advice. Put myself through an education.

Not put myself back into the hood.

And I would never forgive myself for what I did. I'd become the kingpin of a criminal empire... and yet after the number of people that I'd killed, the number of people that I'd tortured...

All it took was just one fuck-up to throw me in jail for years.

And it was at this moment...

That I wished I had listened to what my father said to me...

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