Polar Night (Completed).

Part 3 - Him, 'Wherefore'

It was the third day they held him in an empty abandoned warehouse near Port of Reggio.
Those rats who kidnapped him demanded one million euro from his father in exchange for his release. He overheard the amount when they talked to him through modulator, just like those scenes he watched in movies.
Only the bitter reality that it wasn't a show, and his father refused to comply, despite the amount was probably only a fraction from his vast wealth. He heard his father's voice clearly answering their bid with monotonous voice, sans any emotion.

"He will prove himself as my son before he deems worthy of that amount."

The eerie silence after that was heavily hung in the air, before the men's chaotic argument filled the room, tried to think of other way to squeeze money from their target. One of them kicked him several times on his ribs and stomach, he felt like a thousand needles stabbed his scrawny form. He was seventeen years old at the time.

They were too busy shouting to each other that they ignored his father's words in its substance, he was indeed Marco Romano's son after all.

It was three days after his kidnapping, when he was back at the mansion, a half loaded gun inside the oversize coat that he stole from them, he hardly felt the pain from his fractured ribs, the deep cut on his lips and cheek, the bullet that was lodged near his pelvis, just two centimeters from his kidney.
He didn't spare anyone in his wake, having burned down the structure to ashes, silencing several writhed soul who tried to beg for his mercy. It was an evident statement to his father and to their rival syndicate, he would worth every inch of the throne his father would leave later.

He wasn't even sure what made him successfully escape a whole armed troupe by himself. Maybe it was just a miracle or pure luck.
Or maybe it was basic instinct to keep himself alive, so he wouldn't give his father the satisfaction of proving his own words, that his son was inadequate and weak.
He didn't blink when his father praised him and patted his back, stated how proud he was of his son. He wasn't a mere pretty boy like his father always mocked him before.

His father took him to the meeting with an arm dealer the next week, silently acknowledging his approval for him as his appointed heir.
A week after that, the man registered a trust fund under his son's name, a guarantee for Taehyung that he would have authority over the company once his father retired from his position.
With one condition, he would marry the woman that his father chose for him.

He was twenty five years old when he was betrothed to Sophia Abate, the daughter of Dario Abate, a member of Cosa Nostra in Milan. Her father was a rich businessman in publishing, but a low rank when it came to his position inside the Sicilian Mafia.
His father was indebted his life to the man once in the past, so the arrangement was meant to be a return favor to his friend, as well as to establish a handshake between the two capos.

Taehyung didn't mind that much, Sophia was a beautiful woman with excellent finesse in bed. Her skill in giving him blow job had never failed to make him cum in her mouth, and the way she rode him always had him craved for the next round.

Unfortunately, their compatibility only went as far as in the sack.

He had never fancied her foul mouth, or the way she degraded her inferior, the servants in her house, or how she treated animal that she saw on the street like inanimate object. But he hated her smoking habit the most, she was like a chimney, constantly puffing out vapor whenever she didn't have food in her mouth, or his cock between her lips.
She had incessant sex drive, while he wasn't against this particular trait of her, there were just a lot other things about her that poked him the wrong way.
One that would surprise a lot of people, knowing how graceful she could be on the stage, when she danced those perfect pointe and pirouette during her show.

But he didn't have a choice in this matter, not when his father held the reign and decided what to do with his way of life.

He had learned that there was always a price to everything, and in this matter, having Sophia next to him was nothing compared to the position he would inherit from his father. It was what his mother always taught him, her words drilled in his brain during the many nights she sat with him in the kitchen, making him that heavenly japchae that his father despised, just like so many things he hated about his son's Asian root.

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He remembered the night during early January, a week after his twenty sixth birthday, when he walked in his father's study room to deliver him the gnocchi soup he had asked his mother to make, and saw him knelt on the floor, the house maid half his age on a revolving chair was spreading her legs wide for him. The man was eating her pussy with obnoxious sound, he didn't stop even when he realized Taehyung was at the door, instead, he pulled down his pants to stroke his erection, dared his son to voice his despise.
The girl's moan could be heard around the entire mansion, it was like a deliberate attempt from her to let everyone knew how she had successfully caught the attention of master of the house.

One of the cleaning staff found his mother two days later, with broken neck tied to a rope that hanged from the wooden panel roof of the basement rustic wine cellar.
Her lips was as blue as the color of winter that blew the breeze on the leaves of bergamot trees in the orchard.
She couldn't bear to watch the man that she loved strayed too often with his inglorious sexual escapade, it took a toll in her weakened heart. Kim Binna's biggest mistake was to fall in love with a monster like Marco Romano.

Taehyung had to force himself to feign a callous expression during her funeral, didn't want to show his weakness in front of the old man.

It was the turning point in his life, that his goal finally manifested into a new beginning.

He wasn't going to continue his father's legacy.
He was planning to take away everything that his father had, everything that he held dear, he was planning to be the cause of Marco Romano's ruin.

One way or the other, he would make the man pay for what he did, and he just needed to be patient, waiting for the right time to execute his well laid plan.