Shattered

Chapter 1

-Theo's POV-

'Stop!! Mom, please!! Don't do this........ don't leave me.' ' I'll be a good boy......... mo-'  I shot up from my wooden bed, huffing, trying to catch my breath as I recovered from my nightmare.  I often had these nightmares about my mom. She died when I was 14..... that was almost 6 years ago. I don't really remember her but I still try to hold on. I'm 20 years old and trapped in this hell hole.   

I sat up from the so-called thing I called my bed. it was extremely old, uncomfortable, and almost impossible not to get splinters. Under the thin mattress, I could feel the metal coils that had rolled against my back last night. I only had one blanket that was tiny and torn in many places. It was better than nothing. I was lucky to even have a roof under my head is what my scumbag of a father would tell me.

 I slowly got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom. As I stripped, I could see the scars on my body in the shattered mirror I saw every morning. I ignored them, as usual, trying to forget how they got there in the first place. I let the chilled water run down every inch on my body, Sebastion, my so-called father (or daddy which he favors most of the time) used the little hot water we could afford. 

-Time Skip-

I hopped out of the shower, wincing as the cold air traced over my petite body frame, and got dressed swiftly. I headed out of the door without eating, as usual. Sebastian had gotten fired from his previous job and was too lazy to get a new one, not that anyone wanted him anyway.  Currently, I hold two part-time jobs. I work as a waiter at a local diner, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays for 8 hours. I also work at a convenience store on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays for 8 hours as well. Sunday is supposed to be my day off but in reality, it's not. 

-Ryder's POV-

'BANG' was all I heard besides the pleads for his life before his body dropped to the concrete floor. The man's thick and scarlet blood that had once flowed through his veins was now covering my callused hands that held a silver pistol. My motto is 'ride or die' If you don't ride you die. But he couldn't ride, so he paid the price. My most loyal man, Alex, that I had known for 8 years,  had informed me that someone had been taking a few packs of drugs before selling more. And that person happened to be one of my men.

So here I am, with a dead body that lay in front of me, in the middle of a warehouse where I called a couple men that had recently joined my gang. 

That's right, 'my gang'.  I was the leader of a certain mafia gang that just happened to be the most powerful and richest business in the City. New York City.

My father and mother were brutally murdered when I was the age of 15. And with me being the only child they had, I took their place as the new successor and leader of the King family. That being said, I couldn't play around. I had to be a professional.  But more specifically, a cold-hearted mafia leader to everyone and anyone.

Well, The only exception was Alex. He's been by my side since my parents died and have helped me through tough times. 

I glanced down at my men. I could see their wide, terrified eyes staring at the lifeless body. it was normal for human beings to show emotions when they saw someone die in front of them. I finally spoke up and announced, "This is what happens when you disobey me. When you don't ride." All their eyes shot up at me in synchrony. "This is the promise everyone had to make when they joined," I raised my slender index finger over my shoulder, pointing to my spine. "Thus the reason why we get the tattoo."