La Regina: Nicola |18+|

6. Frenemies

Nicola

My first kill was when I was ten years old.

I could still remember clearly as if it happened yesterday. The visual memory, the images.

The unfortunate victim was an eleven years old boy. He was a bully and abusive lil piece of shit. Not that it would be an excuse to kill someone, but still.

At school, he was going around throwing stones at one of my classmate, Sam—his main target—kicking his lunch, breaking his glasses, stealing his money and finally this piece of shit hurt Sam to the point he had to get leg surgery because of bone fracture.

The principal didn't do anything because apparently the bully's parents were working for the president. The school covered it up like fucking idiot.

Sam moved out and transferred school after that.

I never heard of him again since that day. I sometimes wondered if he was okay. Or if he was still living with the trauma. Did he know that I killed that lil fucker? Was he relieved of his death?

It wasn't like Sam was my friend. Actually, I didn't have any friends throughout school life. Nobody was sticking around because nobody could put up with my shit.

The others would cry at the sight of me alone and to be completely honest, I wasn't fun to be around.

When I watched Sam getting bullied, it stirred something in me.

Anger. Rage. Fury.

I was angry that Sam didn't fight back. I was angry that he was weak.

That anger built up to the point I would be fucking exploding if I didn't do something. Because my classmates and teachers only stood aside and turned a blind eye.

They were sickening.

So, I stole Cesco crowbar that morning. I lured that lil pig out with an anonymous note to meet at the school swimming pool.

It was so easy. I just swung the crowbar against the back of his head and dragged his body into the swimming pool.

That was all.

He drowned and was welcomed in hell.

Just like that.

I wouldn't say the killing was intentional. But whatever. I had done the society a favor.

Luck was also playing the part as there was no cctv in the swimming pool or halls in our trails. The police concluded that he tripped, hit his head and drowned. Because his bruise showing unspecific blunt trauma.

Cesco found out about this a day later. He confronted me and I told him everything. I still remembered the look he gave me as I showed no remorse. He thought I was sick. Like asylum type of sick.

He told my father right away, and that was when my hell of training began.

"Giorgio." A cheery voice took me back to reality as a tan man with dark hair taking a seat on our booth. Manuel.

He brought a total seven men with him, one standing closer to us than any others.

"Manuel." Giorgio nodded, not even an ounce of excitement.

Manuel grinned. The man was young, probably around my age. He was much shorter than Giorgio and clearly not on his level in terms of—everything. No, Manuel didn't seem dangerous or intimidating. He didn't ooze power.

"Who is this?" Manuel turned to me and just like that, the attention shifted. The tension was palpable. I became hyper aware of any slight move.

"Nicola Arcuri." Giorgio replied without missing a beat.