The Year- 1987

Chapter-2

Zayne was hurt after his rant with his father. He (his father) wanted him to continue his legacy as the most wanted but all he wanted to be was a cricketer. His father's wishes for him pushed aside his dreams. He was positive, nonetheless. Of course, he spent his entire life with his father so what's a dream against his wishes?    He knew his dreams would never be real in his father's existence so why try to retaliate?  A month from now he would be the head of his father's  Gang with experiences looming in his mind. His dad taught him how to use guns when he was 12 and how to swordfight.

August was to come but his father was too impatient so he retired and told Zayne to take over. Zayne was carrying a gun in his hand (Which his father wasn't aware of), and shot two bullets, one to the heart and the other, to the brain. "Finally, tyranny is over." He said, after wiping the blood off his face. But still, he was to be a Mafia as per his father's will (the paper will, which his father wrote before he was killed). The assistant rushed to the office where lied now the dead body of Mr James West (Zayne's father). "What have you done? You killed your father?" She cried frantically. "Well, my father did make me a monster so why not kill him?" He smirked.  The assistant was a bit weak on this topic, as she was new and she didn't know the complex, rocky relationship Zayne had with his father.  "I- I- am sorry, Mr West, I- just couldn't see that through." She stuttered. "No need to be afraid, love. I am not planning to kill you unless you try to force me into doing something I hate." Zayne smiled, the most insane of its kind.  "Ah well, get going then if you aren't here to destroy our time," Zayne said before leaving for home. He told one of the men to clear the body of the person who was to be his father. 

He went home and straight for a bath as he had a blood bath when killing his father. His mentality had surely gone for a toss. Father, like son, wasn't it always?  His father was the original one but his grandsire was one unique guy, wanted in seven states for murder and treason . Traumatising the younger generation of the West family.  Who would want to traumatise their kid?  His body shuddered when he thought about  those question, which to him, seemed rhetorical.