Un/Traditional ( dark mafia romance)

Monster's around us.

Unedited.

Monsters.

They aren't born as such.

No.

They are raised and mended to become monsters.

And most monsters can easily be found around us.

Monsters like my father.

Like the one that laid beside me holding me as I cried.

They exist and so do we.

And now my little brother would become one too. He was only fifteen years old and if he had been born in a normal family he would be enjoying his teenage but instead he was out killing.

And Leon might have even helped him pull the trigger or maybe it was my father.

The hatred I felt for Leon and my father was burning me from the inside but I was still lying in my bed in Leon's arms sobbing, mourning the loss of my brother's innocence and childhood.

Why did Leon tell me this? Isn't my life miserable enough already!?

"Why? Why tell me this?" I ask sobbing.

"Would you rather find the truth from someone else?" He replies tightening his hold just a bit.

Most men in the mafia do not believe in telling their wives anything related to the mafia business. But I guess Leon wanted me to really suffer and I know asking him about it could result in a beating for me but I didn't care.

" I would have liked to never find out about this" I say.

"Why? What difference does it make huh? Do you love your brother any less now that you know the truth? I am surprised you know I didn't think you would care enough for your father's bastard child. Enough to cry for him".

OK now he just crossed the fucking line. I love my brother even though we don't share the same mother. He still is my little annoying ass brother.
I turn around to face him.

Furious.

I was furious.

My brother had been through enough as people always looked down on him because he was born through my father's mistress. If he had not been a boy and if my mother had not died he would have had it even worse.

"He is my little brother and I care deeply for him, it doesn't matter to who is mother is I still love him." I say with hostility.

"Do you now?" He asks with a smirk.

I say nothing.

"Even after knowing that he is the reason your mother killed herself?". His face reveals nothing when he says those words but his eyes are extremely calculative taking note of my every action.

"My mother did not die because of him. He was merely three when my mother came to know of his existence. He was just an innocent child. I would never hate or blame him for my mother's suicide.It wasn't his fault". It's my father's who couldn't keep it in his pants or put on a condom or even pull out at the right time. But I don't say this part out loud.

"He isn't so innocent now that he has killed. Do your feelings change now mia moglie?".

"Never" I say without hesitation.

"Hmmm" he merely hums in response while looking at me as if trying to figure me out.

So I continue speaking " A child who never asked to be born does not deserve any hate. We already treat all the children who are born illegitimately like they aren't even human in the mafia. I don't want that for my brother or for anyone." I say in a quick breath hoping to make him understand my point of view. Maybe if he understands this. Things could change. He was going to be the Capo after all.
Maybe he wasn't as bad as his father or mine.