La Mafia Untamed

Life Goes On I Guess

Since that day Marcel trained and trained he was full of anger and sadness he couldn't get the image of his mom just lying there all alone, cold and in pain he wanted revenge what everyone didn't know is that his parents was hiding a secret something that would destroy Marcel leaving him in broken state Rosa and Miguel didnt want to tell him they wanted him to feel like a normal single boy.

Miguel knew that once Marcel saw his mother's frail body he would become a lost soul to the devil's revenge game Miguel knew that if Marcel put his mind to it he would be the most feared man the world has ever seen people would shake in terror by just hearing his name Migual knew one day Marcel would find out it was inedible but he only prayed he and Rosa would be the ones to tell him what the russians did 16 years ago but know she's gone he just doesn't have the heart to tell his son.

Weeks then mouths passed and Marcel still felt damaged he couldn't explain how he felt to anyone the only way he could express his anger was training day after day it was nonstop training he felt like he didn't have time for people to get in the way even if it was his brothers and sisters who were also grieving. He knew he was being selfish but he needed to find who did this and make them pay he didn't have time for distractions.

But all those months alone had to come to an end because the funeral was slowly approaching ,everything was in place they were able to figure out who would be speaking, what church and the flower arrangements everyone knew that Rosa's favourite flowers was the Cattleya but no one really knew the real reason why she loved them so much or why her eyes would be filled with sorrow by the sight of them.

The furneal went with ease everybody paid there respects and condolences to the family Marcel had arrived with bags around his eyes he looked sleep deprived his eyes red and swollen from the late nights of training and crying.

The sound of weaping filled the atmosphere Migual sat with his other children trapped in is own thoughts of sadness as Marcel stood alone he didn't say a single word to anyone most people just thought it was his way of grieving locking himself from everyone and everything they knew how much he loved his mother he didn't care what other people or kids said back then he cared for his mother and always appreciated her he didn't care if the other kids called him a pussy.

No one knew the smooth and calming atmosphere was about to be filled with anger and a very unwelcome visit.
Far down at the entrance the Russians had arrived in dark red suits back in their gang this would be worn out of a way of death they were followed by glares that could pieced through a human skull in a second guns were raised by every family member at the furneal they all just waited for a signal .

They weren't welcome here at all Marcel felt his blood boil "How fucking dare they come to my mother's funeral I should slit there fucking throats where they stand right know"
As Marcel began to walk heavy towards Nickoil body guides blocked his way giving him a emotionless mind controlled look Nickiol gave Marcel a smug look as Marcels hands tremble with anger. Miguel face was filled with rage he was about to give the order for attack and started to pull out his gun but then Nickiol said......