Requiem For A Mafia (Completed)

Prologue

Don Philip Schultz is like your worst nightmare. Dangerous, dark and a very powerful man of this era. His words were like laws that no one could ever break or run away from.

When I was five, it felt strange to live in a huge house without anyone willing to play with me. I had realized then that something was off with my life and my family.. As the years passed, I could often see my father with a cut face, a bandaged body and wounds that were inexplicable in terms of survival.

He's invincible. That's what I have concluded and I feel so damn proud of him.

He wasn't like other fathers who worked hard to place food on the table. My father bossed his people to gain more bucks for everyone as the head of the family.

He's intelligent and I wanted to be like him.

But one day, he approached and told me that whatever happens in our house should be kept inside. As soon as we went out, everything would be left behind that door. That's his rule.

At the age of nine, my father was imprisoned for a condone things. I wasn't old enough to fully understand the story but I knew one thing.. People wanted to bring us down, and they started with my father.

My surroundings were filled with the same smell of darkness. It was dark, it was bloody. Gore and violence were normal things to witness. Just like now..

"Do the honour." the man beside me said.

I emotionlessly nodded and walked towards the vulnerable man, loading my gun. "Carlos Romano." I murmured his name. His bloodshot eyes shot up to meet mine.

"Uno.."

"Why?"

He fell silent and looked away. I wanted to hear his side. I wasn't like my father who would kill his people upon the decision made by the elders.

"The girl is too young for prostitution." he replied.

"..And?"

"..And I made a mistake by saving the girl and turning my back on the family."

"You already knew the consequence." I paused. "Yet you saved the girl."

He swallowed hard and looked straight into my eyes. "I know."

"Addio." I pointed my gun at his temple and didn't wait for anything. I pulled the trigger. His lifeless body fell to the ground. I blinked my eyes twice and left the place.

That was the second time I had killed someone. The first time was so difficult, that I had nightmares for night's. And now, I needed alcohol to have a good night's sleep.

Being the descendant of Don Philip Schultz, my father. I didn't have rooms for conscience or guilt. I'm sixteen now and needed to finish the rituals.. and that is to kill three people...