Beelzebub

Chapter 1

The drive to home wasn't quite as I expected it to be. My father who was sitting on the opposite corner of the limo was looking at me with something in his eyes I didn't wanted to see.

Or you can say I ignored everything what he was trying to say with his eyes.

All of my life I never doubted my father, he always wanted me to be something to be proud of. He made sure I had everything for survive in this world.

Skill.

Intelligence.

Money.

So, no one could ever beat me in anyway. But everything he told me was a big lie, everything.

He always taught me how to respect women, though my mother left him after giving me birth. He never blamed her ever and even didn't let me blame her.

As a mother I always had Lisa. She was a widow in her late forties. She was more than a mother figure in my life. Without her I didn't even think I would be ever alive. She always knew what was coming for me in my future, I could relate it now. The look on her face when she saw me with any of the man of Martin said all those things.

She couldn't always keep me safe, I had to faced what was done today in my life. But never in my life I had imagined what they did to women.

I closed my eyes as the whole incident came crushing down in my vision.

'you wanted to see me Martin?' I asked Martin who was on his back facing the whole city from his window.

'yes Alessandro, come have a seat.'he said in his authoritative tone.

I admired him for that. He was a fucking God to everyone, always supporting poor people and fought with those rich brats.

I took a seat in front of him, contemplating what he was going to tell me now.

I had never been on any mission till then. My father was like a right hand for Martin, he had taken me to clubs where they usually deal with some fraud people but nothing serious.

I started carrying guns from when I was twelve years old, it was a great deal.

'so, why  did you call me?' I asked impatiently.

His quickly scanned me, his all demeanor was telling something big was coming.

' you're going to be eighteen eighteen. No one can say by looking you that you aren't even adult.' He said while scratching his chin with his left hand.

I chuckled a little for his attempt to make me feel a fucking teenager. I was far beyond a hormonal teen.

I pull my gun from my fatigues and aimed at him. His eyes became wider but he hide them quickly. He didn't even flinched.

Without even saying one thing I pulled the trigger​. I'm fucking god with guns, I could handle them like a fucking lollipop with fully closed eyes.

The shot made a hole in the wall just by half an inch from his head. I showed him a cheeky grin.

' you were saying something? Hormonal things what can I do?' I retorted back at him.

' This is exactly what I need from you, no one can ever expect anything from you if they do, you'll have their head in silver platter. Good job son, I know from the beginning you're going to do something big in your life.'

He was proud of me, he should be. I never disappointed him or my father. For making them look like that I was just doing fine, I had to say goodbye to my childhood.

Not every child was as fucking lucky as I was.

' Don't get your panties in a twist old man. Just spill it out, ain't got much time.' I said sarcastically, looking at my wrist watch.

' you'll go with me in your first mission on your eighteen birthday, take it as a birthday gift from me.'

My eyes became wide as I realized what he was saying.

' you what? '

' Now who's getting his panties in a twist. ' he mocked me just like I did to him.

My face broke into a satisfied grin. Finally I was going to a mission. I didn't have to play anymore background bodyguard like others.

' who's the man? ' I asked.

' Giovanni Rutzilo .' He said without looking at me.

' and what he did ?'

I was getting impatient that he wasn't telling me anything in details.

' Alberto ' he called my father without giving me an answer. I snapped my head back when I saw my father coming.

His eyes fell on me then Martin and then back and forth in between us. His face became hard.

' I was thinking I should give your boy his birthday present.' Martin said as he got up from his seat to the bar.

He made two drinks and handled one to my father.

' we should bring him with us tomorrow.'

My father's face panicked for merely a second or may be I saw wrong.

' don't you think it's too early ? He's just a boy.'

I clenched my teeth knowing that my father was acknowledging me as a boy.

I was best in them, even far beyond from my own father at the age if eighteen only.

' what? I'm not a boy father, last time I checked I was the best.'

' don't interrupt us son.' my father said while putting his finger out at me, giving me a warning.

' no, he won't. But he got his say in it. He's ready to do anything.' Martin said back to my father.

' I'm ' I said while folding my hands in my chest, giving a hard stare to my father.

' he may be your son Antonio but he got all his characteristics as me. '

My father didn't looked pleased with that statement but for me that remark was everything.

I wanted everything he had.

But now? I asked myself what I got myself into. Though I didn't have any choices but what I saw today was far beyond the reality I had been living.

Which I couldn't escape.