BECOMING A SANCHÉZ

CALUS

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

EXPLICIT LANGUAGE
SWEARING
VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE
BLOOD/DEATH/GORE

CALUS:

Being in the mafia has it's good perks and bad I only ever had encounters with the bad. Growing up has never been easy and my father always made sure that I knew that I had to fight for everything in life, from the tender age of 13 my life was stripped form me ,my mom had died I was the one that found her hanging from the ceiling of her bedroom. My father didn't hesitate to move on as if nothing had happened, sometimes I wondered if he even loved my mother at all . The worst part was not only did she leave me behind to deal with my merciless father but she also left my younger twin brothers who just turned 2.

 I had been a parental figure to my brothers since before mom died because she had always neglected us saying that we were the spawn of the devil himself , I couldn't remember much of what happened before she died but that she would always cry in her room after my father went on one of his "business trips" until he came back once I asked her if she was hurt but her response had been that it was all my fault. For years after her death I still believed that it was my fault for her committing suicide ,until I had learned the ugly truth behind it all. I remembered my teen years were filled with "survival" as dad would call it , he would teach me to shoot his guns and train with men that are probably older than him. 

When I would give up or ask for a break he would whip me with a bull whip and it was no ordinary bull whip ,no that would be an insult to the great Darnatelo he had a special whip just for me that was hand crafted by the most famous whip maker in Egypt, luckily my brothers were too young to serve his wrath so I was the one on the end of the whip hey it even had my name on the handle .

I sometimes regret that my brothers had to grow up with the imagination of what a family was suppose to be like , I just wanted to take them and run but I had no where to go even if I did tried to escape they would find me ,huge men once in the army some in special forces ,assassins ,hunters all round criminals all apart of my fathers gang , they were known as the Royals , the most feared mafia in all of Italy.

 Palermo was where the base was also knows as our home , yes you guessed right my father was the king which would automatically make me the prince since I am his first born son, but nothing was handed to me I had to work for everything I was given , even the right to eat . That was all peaches and cream until my father decided that he was going to remarry and don't get me wrong my brothers and I grew up witnessing countless stray women traipsing through our house on many different occasions , some even before my mom died I didn't have the sense to know then what I knew now and took it all upon myself ,blaming myself for what happened when in fact that it was his fault , it was all his fault I got up the courage to finally ask my father about what really happened that day when I had came home from school one day crying because I had been accused by the principal that my father and practically my entire family were criminals and adulterers , only to find him in his office with our current house keeper between his legs , his pants were around his ankles ,his head shot back and his eyes rolled into the back of his head I knew what was going on mind you I was a teenager and had started exploring myself but I had never seen it be done in real life before only on those sites that show up after hours on the tv .

 I was traumatized when he raised his head and spotted me by the door , my heart was in my throat I was shaking couldn't move frozen in my spot fearing  what would become of me I tried to slink out of the door but a deep voice stopped me , it was my father he was groaning and panting as I slowly peeked in his direction I was gifted the sight of his release dripping down her chin and onto the floor ,he lifted his head and graced me with a lazy smile , the woman gathered her cloths smoothed a hand through her tangled hair and walked out of the room passing me by the door only to drop her head in disgust of what she knew I walked in on . Since that day I had lost the remaining respect that I had for my father and started living to take care of my brothers I were all they had aside form a sorry excuse for a father.

The woman my father remarried was my very nightmare her name was Silvia and she could have been his daughter . At the age of 25 she found herself married to a 48 year old man with three sons one closer to her age than the man she married , but she didn't care as long as my father gave her his black card to support her obnoxious shopping addiction , she didn't care that my father was seeing countless women behind her back I even tried to tell her but she just brushed me off saying that I was jealous of their relationship and that I probably wanted her all to myself ,in reality I couldn't stand her neither could our house staff before she got married to my father she would boss them around like they were on her payroll she completely took over in being the mistress of the house . 

Thank God she couldn't have any children or putting up with her would be the least of my problems . She had been with us for 2 years and those were the two most measurable years of my teenage years .On my 16 birthday she started throwing herself at me every time we were in the same room she would flirt with me even in front of my brothers and father but he never said anything about it and it continued until I became 17 , I had brought home a girl from school introduced her as my girlfriend when in reality I barely knew her , I just did it to stop Silvia from throwing herself at me the very idea of being with her knowing she had been with my father mere seconds ago disgusted the fuck out of me . 

Although everyone now taught I had a girlfriend , Silvia didn't stop pursuing me she would leave her underwear on my bed , walk out of the shower without a towel , wear little to no cloths around the house ,she even walked in the shower with me I threaten her that I would tell my father but she only laughed in my face telling me to go ahead , listening to my threat even I heard how stupid it sounded my father didn't care who she opened her legs for and she knew it , so I did the only thing I could think of to get her out of my life I backed her up to the wall of the shower and let my fingers travel from her stomach between her flat chest all the way up to her neck where I wrapped them around the base of her neck and stared at her , her eyes were so big that I taught they would pop out of her head , I saw the fear swirling behind the dark brown of her iris I could feel it radiating off her body in waves and that fueled the monster in me to have her life in my hands I bent down to where my lips graze her ear and whispered in such a dark tone that even I was shocked my voice could go that deep, 

"see you in hell whore" 

And I cut off the air to her lungs she gasped and flopped like a fish out of water trying to catch a breath , but she had no idea who she was dealing with I was done with her and everyone walking all over my fucking life trying to mold me to be perfect to their liking . I was not a puppet little did I know that was exactly what I was , I was Don. Darnatelo's puppet I couldn't even see it . I was becoming him cold , heartless , and a monster . My brothers were the only proof that I still had a streak of humanity left in the shell of a body I was masquerading in my soul was with the devil , the devil I once knew as my father.

Calus. You can imagine whoever you want this is just for reference.😉 let your imaginations run wild and have fun.