As we race away in the car, a storm of anger and fear swells inside me. How could she be so reckless? How could she risk everything like that?
When the empty road stretches before us, I slam on the brakes, my heart pounding in my chest. I throw the...
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As my seven-year-old self, terror seized my heart as the masked men barged into our home, their sinister presence suffocating. I clung to my mother's trembling form as they dragged my father away, his cries of agony echoing through the walls, etching themselves into my young mind like scars.
I watched in helpless horror as they subjected him to unimaginable torment, his pain a searing dagger in my soul. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I begged for mercy, but their hearts were as cold as the steel of their weapons.
In a desperate bid for freedom, my mother and I fled from the engulfing darkness of our burning home. But as we reached safety, I turned back, my heart shattering at the sight of my father trapped in the inferno, his anguished cries lost amidst the crackling flames.
In that moment of indescribable loss and despair, a vow emerged from the depths of my broken innocence, fueled by rage and grief: to loathe with every fiber of my being everything and everyone associated with the Mafia, to forever condemn the monsters who had torn my family apart.
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As my thirteen-year-old self, grief consumed me like a raging fire, burning away any semblance of innocence that remained. The memory of that fateful day when I lost my parents to the cruel hands of the underworld haunted me like a relentless specter, driving me to the brink of madness.
With a heavy heart and a determined spirit, I made the solemn decision to enter the dark and treacherous world of the Mafia, a path fraught with danger and despair. I vowed to avenge my parents' senseless deaths, to seek justice for the pain they endured, and to protect my younger brother from the same fate that had befallen our family.
Every step I took into the abyss of the criminal underworld was fueled by a burning desire to confront the demons that had stolen our happiness, to confront the darkness that threatened to consume us all. With every passing day, I hardened my resolve, steeling myself against the horrors that awaited, determined to fight tooth and nail for a future free from the shackles of sorrow and despair.
