God of Envy

3

𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐊

I enjoy pain. People may call me a maschoist  for my strange enjoyment of pain. Every cut and scar was like a map  tattooed onto my body for life, as a reminder of the journeys I had gone through.

Humans are weak. They feel too much and allow their emotions to govern and dictate the course of their lives. They are too soft for their own good, which always lead to them making mistakes that costs them their lives.

"Never show your weakness"papa would always say to me and Jeremy. My brother was one of the future leaders of the bratva alongside Nikolai and Vaughn. As the second son, I will always be loyal to my brother as his second in command and in whatever he needs me. I would gladly risk my own life for his.

"Hit me again, Niko" I demanded as we were still in the boxing club. I needed to blow off some steam and the only thing that ever helps is trying to feel any type.

We had come to the conclusion when I was younger that I had a high pain tolerance and I was indifferent to pain. It's possibly why my gray eyes always seemed to look dull and never seems to have a single shred of life or light in them. Nothing seems to make me happy. I could never find any joy in life.

Niko swung at me again and I dodged his ongoing slaughter of hits and landed a few hits of my own. One of his fists connected with my ribs but I felt no pain whatsoever. A smirk grace my lips and I punched his eye, possibly leaving a black eye in its wake.

That only seemed to anger Niko. When provoked, Niko is like a ruthless killing machine, who Jeremy had to put on a leash if not he would have long been dead and I know aunt Rai would have been devastated at the loss of her only son.

Not only aunt Rai, but also Brandon King. Somehow, the fucker had been able to find himself his person. The love of his life. Whatever you would call Brandon to Niko. Never thought he he would it in him. Nor did I think so for my brother or Killian.

It's always been like this. Me, forever the black sheep of the Volkov family. The odd one in our family. Jeremy is the first born and future leader of the bratva and my baby sister Anoushka is our pride and joy. I was the mere inconvenience.

"Dom, I'm tired"I could see the sweat run down Nikolai's face. But I was still filled with adrenaline which was pumping and coursing itself through my body. If I didn't get rid of this rush, I would go on a full blood rage and that would be a total blood bath.

"Are you of to see your lotus flower?" Niko's face lit up at the mention of Brandon. I've never seen my friend, this blood thirsty killing machine, turn into a golden retriever and love struck for anyone.

"Fuck off, mate" Niko grabbed his stuff and made his way out of the gym and I just chuckled to myself.

I could feel my sanity slowly losing itself and I began to lose my grip with humanity. I needed blood. I needed to feel the adrenaline and rush of taking someone's life with my own hands. I was a sophisticated person, with a certain way of how I kill people. I enjoyed wearing suits as apart of my persona of being a civilised person at least until they saw the blood raging in my eyes.

I thought myself to be devoid of feelings until I met her. My songbird. She foolishly came to the initiation with her friend, Cecily. Something about her drew me towards her. It must be the way she always tried to blend in with her surroundings and never wanted to be seen.

Her blue eyes called out to me like a sirens song and she become the object of my obsessions. She doesn't realise that she had caught my eye. My attention.

She has no clue of the beast she had unleashed.

And he wants her.