All For Love

Chapter 1

Alex POV:

I was never to keen on accepting this job from my father, but I guess beggars can't be choosers. That is unless I choose who's going to be begging under my rule. 

It's quite simple really. 

I killed my father. He was an asshole who had to much power, and he knew it too. To bad he didn't realize that I held more power over him than he thought. I let him torture me. I watched him break my mother until she was too infused with the drugs that she killed herself. I let him send my younger brother-my best friend- away from me. I let all of that happen for this very moment. 

Both his kneecaps shot and bruised from his fall. The only identity I left him with was the skull tattoo on his neck. Nobody is gonna miss his face, so why not bash it in? The candelabra on the floor soaked with his reeking blood.

I use the knife to finish my signature mark on my father's chest.

Sono sovrano (I am sovereign). 

He was a bullshit of a leader which made it easier for me to "sneak" into his house. Which only consisted of me walking through the front door with a nod towards the guards. 

How easy it was for me to put all that enraged torture against him. He never seen it coming. I had to play his little bitch. Make him think that he broke me.

I chuckle to myself.

Jokes on him that it fueled my anger.

I text my brother: It's done. Come home.

I get an immediate reply: Sorry bastard.

I place my phone back in my suit pocket, as I signal the guards to clean up my mess.

Walking in the house with an objective in mind and walking out with a new set of shoulders to hold the crown atop my head. Metaphorically speaking. Although an actual crown atop my head would be nice. I might get just that.

I drive the two hours outside of the city that it takes for me to get to my estate. I was tired and ready to lay down as soon as I washed the blood from my skin.

I step out of the shower-the mirror fogged from the steam- I didn't need to see my reflection to already know what I look like. Three days worth of no sleep along with the tiny scars surrounding my abs. The tiny scars didn't bother me. Shit, the long scar that cut across my side didn't even bother me. It made me who I am to this day. A fucking badass who isn't going to take shit from no one.

I wrap the towel around my lower abdomen and step into my room. Changing into sweatpants, I lay in bed and breath out a heavy sigh as I run my hand through my black hair-slightly pulling-before I shut my eyes and try to sleep.

Nothing and no one can stop the nightmares that I endure at night. And nothing and no one is able to stop me from being the nightmare during the day.

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End of Chapter 1.

 I hope it's reaching a high level of standards for most people that hopefully will read this. 

I will be doing my best to update as much as I can, but between high school in the morning and college in the afternoon, I will be pretty slumped.

Thank you though for taking the time to read this. :)