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16 || Born In Blood

song: candy by doja cat

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matteo verrati

I was born in blood.

Coming from a long line of Dons I was born with thousands of peoples blood on my hands. Though I didn't kill them myself, the sins are also mine to carry because I'm a Verrati. 

My father, Armando was a cruel, sick, sadistic fuck. He didn't kill with purpose, he killed for excitement and arousal. 

Armando was greedy. He wanted everything he couldn't have. And with his status, there was little he couldn't have. 

He loved to go Gentleman clubs. He would go, find a young girl, make her promises of a better life then kill her and use her body for his pleasure. 

It was his favorite game. 

I was born with those woman's blood on my hands just because Armando was the one who gave me life. 

That's just one example of the sins that I inherited. 

When I was a boy, I was raised by the households maids and my father's allies. I call them, the men who made me because they taught me all I know, they trained me and they made me into who I am today.

"One day, you Matteo, are to be powerful. But that power comes at a cost."

The cost was the burden of my father's sin.

"You were born in blood, just like me, just like everyone you know."

I was born in blood

Just like Aurora.

Just like my kin will be.

.....

When I wake up Aurora's side of the bed is empty.

"Baby?" I call out, sitting up and search around the room for her.

My heart picks up, beating violently against my ribs and I struggle to draw in the tiniest bit of air. Did she see something again? 

It isn't until the cause of my panic shows herself at the door way, that I can breathe.

"Yeah?" She asks innocently like she didn't almost cause me a heart attack.

Normally I wouldn't act like this but with the shit that happened last night, I want to keep her as close as possible.

"Come here," I sigh and reach my arms out for her. "Why'd you shower again? You showered last night." I run my fingers through her damp hair. 

Her eyebrows furrow. "I didn't shower." She reaches her hair up to her damp hair and touches it like she didn't know it was wet.

"Oh yeah," Her face relaxes and she shrugs. "I forgot, I showered this morning to pass time."

Turning my head to see the clock on my bed side table, I see that it's only 7 in the morning. "Why'd you get up so early, love?" I ask her, softly.