Sin

La Mia Famiglia

My childhood was not that happy. I had no idea I was in trouble until I got older. The day my father left us and we had to fly to my grandfather's in Sicily I lost a chance to become a normal kid, to grow in normal environment, where you have a chance to go out play with your mates, fall in love with the girl next door, have sex first time with a mature woman who knows everything and you know shit about it but still act confident and smirk when you grab condom just to show her that you are all about the safe sex, bossy and all that jazz.

I was 16 when I realized everything about my grandfather. It was when I noticed that he was a big guy in the world of Mafia. I was used to his privet meetings and all that suspicious people at the house. I was never allowed to enter the property when he had his meetings but at the age of 16 I by accident saw how he killed a boy who was almost my age. The scene was horrible. He killed him in call blood, did not even fringed when he pulled the trigger. He saw that I saw him and killed him while looking at me right in the middle of his eyes. The body was taken out of the property immediately and I was locked in the "cage" for two days. There was no chance that my mom would help me. She knew what kind of a man was her father and going against him even for her son would kill both of us.

For two days, they starved me, beat me. I had no idea what for but they did. After 2 days, he came, he came and marked me with his sword, marked me like I was some kind of animal. I admit he always though I was an animal, never liked me particularly, I even think he hated me. "You are a brat, boy, unwanted child for me, your father and your mother. No one ever wanted you, mistake that forced your mother to leave the house she was raised. But do not think that you are better than any of us. You are same, an evil, coldhearted bastard like us and remember, someday you will ruin an innocent life. You are marked, marked with the fate to live your miserable life all alone and helpless". I had no idea by that time what the hell was he talking about until I met Margo.

Margo was sweet, innocent, beautiful and amazing girl. She loved life, people, animals just everyone and everything. She enjoyed the life and took the most of it, well, at least the part he could until the love he felt for me killed her.

I met Margo when we invaded one of the houses. By invading I mean we just went there to collect money that his father owned to my grandfather. You know how that works, you torture everyone until you get what you want. But his father was tough, we tortured him for 4 hours nonstop but he just did not crack. I admired this man, he was doing everything just to keep his family safe. And that was when it clicked to me, his family, yes, that is what I should use, I am sure this will make my grandpa proud.

"Rodrigo, I think our host would not mind if we invite his precious wife to our table for a chat". Slight smirk appeared on my face when I looked at Antonio. I did not take my eyes off of the man but when I saw he flinched and by the way how his pupil widened, satisfaction coursed through my body. His already paled face twisted in pain when he heard his wife's name.

I was proud son of a bitch. Taking a deep breath, I took a step away to greet the women Rodrigo was forcing to enter the room. When he brought Adelina, I was blown away, Boy this woman was so beautiful, fit, with dark black curly hair and tend silk skin. She was a goddess, natural and astonishing. I reached to her to touch and feel the skin, her body. She was shaking, I could tell she was afraid of her and her family's life. However, I was sure in one thing, although I wanted to please my grandpa I would never do a harm to any women, I needed Adelina just for the leverage and that was it.

I sat down and faced that asshole, knowing that I had him was the best feeling ever. He looked at me defeated with his swollen eyes and stared directly at me. I leaned forward and snarled into his face "well, what should we do now Antonio?" Antonio was petrified. He was shaking, afraid of his and her life. I smiled maliciously and leaned back against the chair, crossing my arms at my chest.

"Antonio, this may go in to ways, first is that I am going to torture your wife, force you to watch it and then kill her and you, or I am gonna kill only you and leave your family alone, or maybe there is a third choice that I do not know yet but choice is yours."

By the time, I decided to end Antonio, a young girl, at the age of 16 entered the room and stared at us shockingly. She looked around and when her eyes saw me she opened her mouth to scream but could not force any sound to leave her soft, pink, innocent lips. She recognized me, she knew who I was and that was it, that was the moment when I saw what the hatred looked, she hated me, she could kill me if she had a chance. I was known to her as cold, ruthless, heartless, arrogant, killer, unlovable person who just tortured her family. But little she knew that I fall in love with her, with her innocence, sweetness right at that moment when her blue, deeply mesmerizing eyes laid on me. I loved every inch of her already, I wanted to taste her, to feel her and to spend lifetime with her. But, of course, that would never happened. She hated me, everyone hated me, me and my family. Damn it, even I hated myself.

I did not know what I was thinking but I ordered boys to take a girl. My mind was blurry, I was lost in my thoughts and the only think that I could hear was the noises fading away as we were leaving the house. I could not tell if that was she screaming or her mother, or father. The only thing I could think of was her, how beautiful and unbelievable amazing she was. I took a glance in her direction, she was calm. I could not tell if she was in shock or just afraid of me. At that moment, she looked at me and there it was, again, detested, hatred in her blue eyes. I looked away, my heart ached, I felt a pain that I was unfamiliar with. It raised my heart, it was beating as fast as the thrumming wings of a caged bird. A bird that hoped for a miracle that one day someone would safe him. But the doors kept closing harder from every minute, second, I looked at her. Does this mean that I would never be able to show her the real me? Does this mean that she will never want to know real me? Am I stupid? Of course, you are, you are an asshole, you should not have taken her like that. But what the hell I am supposed to do? Ask her on a date? You are pathetic Styles. My subconscious was way too intimidating.

Who I was lying to, of course she hates me and will hate me even more. Why would not she? I am a member of Mafia, no one is innocent in the Mafia life and I was not an exception as well. Nonetheless, I loved her and I wanted to show her how much I cared. I was ready for this. I need her, she was my ticket to freedom. Whatever was going to be thrown at me, I was ready, because it was time, time to go and fight for the freedom, freedom that will bond me with my love and hopefully make my life last longer knowing that I have her and hope next to me.

Hello, loves, hi are you? :) well, at last I updated my beloved story. Sorry it took me so long. Promise I will update often. Hope you gonna like it.

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Oh, and btw if you are interested I wrote a short story it is called "The Last Dance" if you want you can go and check it :)

Thank you all for reading "Sin" and giving it a chance. Giving me a chance.

P.S. "La mia famiglia" is translated from Italian as "my family" if i remember that correctly so if it is not right just let me know :) 

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