His Identity

6

|Nick's POV|

I did.

I left them there. But in my defence, important things came up.

It was around four in the morning when I had finally decided to call it a night and go home but of course, something had to happen.

The Mafia's a big thing, like an industry, the crime industry or even the crime world- I believe people call it. Some people admire them, some respect them, some hate them, some are after them while some are their biggest fans and those included these fucking little gangs, desperately trying to earn themselves a reputation in the crime world.

These motherfuckers think they're too scary and shit with their second-hand everything; untrained members, useless weapons, their names known to every police station ever which automatically shows how completely fuckin' unprofessional they are. One wrong and careless move and they could get arrested, their entire little operation would get turned down. They're as incompetent and fake as their dicks.

However, some of these delusional little bitches think that they're above everyone else; above the mafia like dude what the fuck are you on?

The FBI, CIA... you name it, whatever organisations there is has tried to get something- anything on the mafias that are currently active but were unable to. The mafias have the best hackers, assassins, hitmen, marksman, fighters, spies- in short, they had the best everything.

Most of them are smart crime organisations. The leaders, despite their enmities with each other will never include the police or whatever in between themselves. It's suicide and they know that. There's been only 3 cases in which some mafias have involved the police and shit but they've been taken care of by the ones with higher authorities- like my dad and my uncles, Alessio and Sean, who'd probably shoot me if they found out I called them 'uncles' even if it was in my head.

For people like them, calling to police on them would only prove to be a downside for the snitch. He'd never make it through the next two hours and the police would never find anything for they were too good. When you've been doing something for your entire life, you tend to be fuckin' great at it.

Some mafias are stupid and disgusting since they do shit like child and sex trafficking. While it might allow them to make a lot of money, it doesn't make it right. I know, nothing about the Mafia's right but we still have our boundaries.

For example, the Italian, American, Russian and French mafia does not tolerate shit like those. They are more into drugs and weapons dealings. Since they're the most powerful mafias- top of the food chain, the others have started following in their footsteps as well, not really wanting to mess with either of them given their history of violence and victory. They prefer to be on their good side.

But of course, there are some hard heads. Now there are low life gangs all around the world thinking that they can overpower mafias- as stupid as it sounds and is- so they do stuff that the mafias would hardly do such as child and sex trafficking.

These sob stories really think they could. Pathetic little motherfuckers.

When my aunt, Athena called me and told me that one of these so called gangs are in the same town as me and are apparently fascinated about the best hitman in the world aka The Shadow, I knew I had to know more. She did too.

Alessio's ego would go from a billion to a trillion if he was to find out that he has fans and fanclubs.

The number of crazy dangerous things Athena made me do is insane. But she knew I'd be able to do it and in a way, she has been training me. Mom, Alessio, Athena, Thea and Sean are the only ones who bother to call me every now and then, send me money even though I don't use them. The digits in my bank account is probably going up as we speak.