Consumed By temptation Of Chaos | Eng version

Chapter; one

Alessio
— 20 years old

The Screams of agony from the Russian man filled the room, more and more blood was spilling out. Nevio kept a familiar dark smile on his face, with a great glint of admiration.

"Don't kill him now Nevio, you'll spoil it our fun, I also want to give him a taste of my knife." My little brother grinned as he ran his index finger over the sharp dagger in his hand. The man roared in despair as he frantically shook his head in horror-filled denial.

"I beg! Get it over with!" he said between sobs, Nevio exchanged an amused look with me, and animation coursed through my veins.

"Did you hear that, Alessio?" He laughed out loud. His laugh for any normal person would bring goosebumps all over the skin.

"Oh yes, I heard!" Not having fun with us? — he smiles ironically "Why don't you bring our friend something to cheer him up and make him last longer, Massimo" he said to Massimo, who opened his briefcase and took two syringes, handing them to me.

I grabbed the prisoner's trembling arms and injected both syringes at once, giving him more hours of pain, much to his disgrace and our entertainment.

After hours of torture, Massimo, Nevio and I returned home and went to Greta's studio, which used to be occupied with her sweet presence, After her marriage to the fucked Vitiello, the mansion seemed empty and different, Nevio could pretend to be fine, but we knew enough to know that he was more and more crazed.

And the fact that he destroyed a man in the last fight proves it. Greta was one of us, and now we would have to learn to live without her constant presence. For Nevio it was even more difficult, Greta is his twin and always helped him to control his frenzy. Without her, he seems lost. Whenever we did some work we would come here to the studio to release our demons.

Nevio threw himself on the floor and took a cigarette out of his pocket, lighting it and putting it in his mouth, his clothes were soaked in blood, mine and Massimo's were no different.

I took the lighter from Nevio's hands and lit a cigarette too, took a deep breath feeling the drug animate my organism. My father hated the fact that we did drugs, he abhorred it — And in a way more in me than in Nevio and Massimo — I never understood why.

When I found my mother crying in hiding once, claiming to my father that she was worried about me, I tried to give up cigarettes for a long time. But within a few weeks I was crazy, I tried to project my mind into mob jobs or cage fights, but I seemed to be in a fucking withdrawal. A few days later I started smoking again, not as often as before.

"You know that Fabiano is going to rip your head off and eat it for dinner with our family right?"

My mind turned to Massimo and Nevio's conversation, Aurora was probably the subject, she and my cousin had been having something, however much Nevio denied it.

"I don't need you to care what I do with my fucking life, I'm older!" he brought his index finger to himself and then to my younger brother "And Aurora and I have nothing, no hell is going on!"

"So does that mean you haven't been climbing out of her window in the middle of the night?" "Or going through the tunnels?" I smiled through my nose, shaking my head "Nobody bought that story of yours that Giulio and Davide had messed with the system again" I spoke while blowing smoke from my lips and narrowed my eyes at my cousin who was now looking at me angrily.

"That's none of your damn business. None of your goddamn business," he exploded.

"Okay big sir, I just want you to remember that when shit hits the fan,it's none of our damn business!"