The gangster's little unknown assassin - Part 2

Chapter 63 - Let's start a case?

SAGE'S POV

It was seven a.m. and I was already up and about with another scheme in mind.

After getting home, I had a hard time falling asleep, so I used that time to do some thinking, and my brain took me back to when I was a little kid living in those cells they found Aunt Xana in; I wasn't really the only kid there. There was another one a few months younger than me. He was a boy. I named him Damiano. His mother never had the decency of naming him. When mom and I met him, he thought his name was 'stupid fucking bastard'. At that time, I called myself Davina, so I wanted to name him Daviano, but that didn't sound well in my ears, so Damiano was the next best thing.

One day after training, which basically consisted of me taking a huge beating but still standing and walking myself to my cell, Damiano intercepted me. He was crying. I was bleeding and dirty from getting thrown on the floor and quite fucked up in the head at the moment. I was so irritated that I kept on switching languages.

But essentially, he intercepted me and started crying that his mom was going to sell him. I remember taking a look at the kid's face and dragging him with me to the cell.

My mom was getting beat almost daily, drugged daily, and a very small dosage of food and water, but she was always waiting for me to get back with a sweet smile on my face. That day, I punched my guard in the balls and locked myself inside with mom and Damiano.

I remember getting angrier than I was and screaming, "Mom! That puttana voule vender o Damiano!" (That bitch wants to sell Damiano). The smile on my mama's face disappeared, and she called us to her.

"I'd like to see her try to take him from us." She declared. And indeed, that bitch took him from us. She took our two little boys from us.

Do you have any clue who she is yet?

She came in guns blazing at the end of the day. Stumbling to our cell with a stolen gun she didn't even know how to use, cursing us to high hell and blindly shooting us once she noticed she couldn't open the door. As if pulling at a cell's door would get it open. If that was the system, we would've run long ago.

The first two shots didn't hit anything. I was protecting Damiano with my body, and mom was protecting us both, which made her the victim of Agatha's third bullet.

Indeed, it was Agatha who birthed and sold Damiano, the very same Agatha who killed my brother Raul.

The bullet lodged itself in my mother's ribs, but she stayed on top of us, covering us to the best of her abilities.

Due to the commotion, Vinico 'blessed' us with his presence.

"What's going on here, Agatha!?"

"Thos-sse bitches have m'astard." She slurred. "My bastard." She composed herself but slumped on top of him right after. Vinico pushed her away with a look of disgust and threw her into a guard's arms.

"Don't let her loose," He warned, to which the guard nodded, and Vinico started leaving.

"Heey! Where you going!?" Agatha screamed and attempted to storm after him, but the guard held her arm tightly, making her recoil back like a stretched elastic.

It didn't take long for him to return; I peeked from underneath my mother, glaring viciously at the beast of a man who mistreated us but found him weird. He was wearing an ugly mask. A gas mask...

"Sage, Damiano, take a deep breath and hold it in for as long as you can!" Mom ordered us desperately, and a can was thrown inside.

We couldn't escape it...