God of Death

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 1.

                                  𝐕𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐧 

Ever since the young age I've been taught the importance of control and power over other people. That way I can bend anyone to my will and make them do whatever I please without getting my hands dirty. These are the lessons I've learnt and practiced a hundred of times by now. It comes handy with my position as the heir of New York bratva, the next in line of becoming the leader, pakhan. Right now my father holds that position.

He has been my role model, my teacher, my best friend and my mentor always. I have always wanted to make him proud of me and rest assured. That's why I have started helping him around with small fries, so he can be less burdened. And when I come of age, everyone recognises the control and power I have of my own, not of my father's. Living under his shadow, I've seen people trembling infront of him. No one dares to go against the man, who rules the Russian Mafia.

I've been idolising him since my young age. I was expected to fall in his footsteps but he never made me feel like I've to do same things as him or copy him in everything. But I just have to be me, that's the only thing he has ever asked me for.

I tapped my fingers on my right thigh three times before taking out my gun and shooting the guy in front of me. I gave him the chance to explain himself, he didn't take it. It was going to end up with him being dead either way but he could have made his last moments useful. SIGH!!

I never use my fists, don't like my hands getting dirty with blood of pests like them. Ah!! another body for my butcher to dissect, he'll get angry on me for all the torture I gave this man. Not my fault, he was messing around my territory for a long time, basically begging death to come to his door, twist his insides and take him out. He got what he wished for.

I stepped out of the warehouse, sometimes use as torturing chamber. The day is almost over, mum must be waiting for me. I will get her favourite snacks with me on my way on home for being late. It's better to be cautious of the women of house. Dad taught me.

Just as I sat on the driver side of my black merc, my phone started ringing. It's Jer, he's uncle Adrian's son and one of my best friends. Being five years younger than him doesn't alter our friendship at all. He lives in London, for some university and stuff but we talk often.

That reminded me, it's almost time for their tradition of adding people in their team at the university, the initiation ceremony. He must be calling me for that. Although I don't study with them but he makes sure to involve me in any team business he does, I'm really grateful for a friend like him.
We both have known our roles as heir of our father's position in the organisation, so it helps when we get along too, not just for the sake of it but also for real bonding.

In our world, feelings, emotions are something considered mundane but they're really helpful to use against enemies. What I feel for my friends is gratitude and appreciation, to have trustworthy allies, nothing more, nothing less.

After settling down in my seat, I picked up the phone.

“Mind picking up your phone sometimes, you have to use that green button for recieving a call. You can see the green one. right?? V.”  he practically scolded me through phone.

He does that sometimes. I really enjoy when he's protective of me and treat me as his family, well I do the same by him, no less. To anyone else, he will seem aloof and cold but not to me and our group. He is as real as it gets.

“Hello to you too Jer. I think London doesn't teach greeting manners. You should come back to New York.” I replied.

“You little, Where were you?”

“ Busy.”

“Again ?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you really need me to come?”

“Nah! I've handled this. Besides aren't you gonna invite me to London? I'm bored here.”

He scoffed, “Bored? You? In New York ? Could have fooled me.”

He knows me better than anyone. I was born for this life, I don't need to chase the high while living here. It comes on my door step willingly.

“By the way, Initiation Ceremony is next week. We have sent invitations. You're coming, right?”

“Won't miss it for the world.”

“Good. See you then.”

“Yeah.”

He hanged up. He really have no greeting manners. Well who am I to speak? If it wasn't for Aiko, I would have been the same.

I pulled out from the parking lot of warehouse, towards my home.

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