What Are You Hiding, Roman Hart?

Suffer

"M-mom what-t are you doing-g here?", I asked.

"Oh honey, why are you stuttering? Are you afraid of me?", she said.

"N-no.", I said while shaking.

"I'm your mother. You shouldn't be afraid.", she said fiercely.

"Explain yourself Audrey.", Roman said through gritted teeth.

"Oh well if it isn't the little shit who ruined my life. If I had known it was you earlier, I would've killed you ages ago.", she said.

"M-mom I'm c-confused.", I said.

"Alright alright. I guess we have time for a little story because you both aren't going anywhere.", she said.

Audrey's POV

Growing up in an abusive household can really change a person. Not feeling loved during those crucial developing years can make you inhuman. That's what it was like for me anyways.

My father was an alcoholic piece of shit who would beat my mother and I if he ever saw a glimpse of us. Because of this, my mother resorted to using drugs. A lot of drugs. So much drugs that I had to call an ambulance probably around 9 times from her overdosing.

I should actually thank her in a way because that's how I got my foot in the door in the drug business. I saw how much money she was wasting on those stupid things instead of feeding me so I thought, 'Hey, instead of starving to death, why not make some money.'

It wasn't hard to sell drugs. My mother had a lot of connections, so I just talked to them and they helped me start selling. I worked for years, saving up my money and eventually moved out and started my own business. It took a long time for it to grow, but it soon became the largest drug trade in the country. I was on top of the world. I loved the power and how no one could control me.

The first thing I did with this new found power was kill my dad. The bastard had it coming to him. The look on his face when he drew his last breath was priceless. It was the happiest I had ever been in my life.

I though about killing my mother, but she didn't deserve it as much as my dad. She was also a victim, but that didn't excuse her from being a shit mother. So, I decided to leave her with the one thing she loves, drugs. A couple of years later she died from an overdose.

Things were going great for a couple of years, until other competing businesses started to pop up. I would send some of my men to kill their bosses, but a lot of them became traitors and joined the other side. I knew I needed to hire someone who had no affiliations with the drug world. Someone who was vulnerable and easy to manipulate.

And that's when I met her. I met Hope.

When I found her, she was living pay check to pay check barely surviving. She was similar to me and wanted to leave an abusive home. I connected strongly with her and wanted to give her a way out.

Hope was different from me. I leaned into the darkness from my past, but she climbed out of it. She was a ray of sunshine that I was going to taint.

It took a lot of convincing for her to join me. She finally did because she was practically starving and homeless. She needed money desperately.

I told her I would train her to become a hitman. I could see why she was apprehensive about the job, but I explained how she would be killing terrible people. I just left out the part about how I was a terrible person myself.

We worked together for years, and she slowly became the only person I trusted. She became the only person who captivated my heart. Yes that's right, I fell in love with her. Ironic right.