The screech of tires, the crunch of metal, and the sound of shattering glass are etched in my memory forever. I was only ten years old, but the horror of that moment remains vivid.
I watched in frozen terror as my father's body crumpled to the ground, his eyes wide with shock and pain. The car sped away, leaving behind a trail of destruction and a young boy's shattered world.
But amidst the chaos, I saw it. A glimpse of the man's wrist, a tattoo of a snake coiled around his hand. It was a fleeting moment, but the image seared itself into my mind.
That snake would haunt me for years to come, a symbol of the violence and betrayal that took my father's life. Little did I know, it was only the beginning of a journey that would lead me down a dark path of revenge, loyalty, and power.
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Kyle's Omerta
Short Story"A whispered promise of loyalty, a warning to enemies, and a curse to those who broke it - Kyle's Omertà was a mysterious and deadly oath that would haunt him forever."
