A wise woman once said we are products of our environment, how right was she?
I killed for him; not for the love of something that can never mine, but violence in my life pulled my soul towards the darkness but I fought to free my soul. Men are the...
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I stretch out my tired sore arms as I was back to physical strenuous training. Rumors of me being the heir of Valentino spread like a forest fire ripping apart the wild life. The amount for my head was higher than the Queen of Death. Ironically I didn't want this life not like her. She ruled her kingdom while I stood behind staring at the worse do their worse. I turn to my right to only come face to face with blonde I had pleasure of roping her against my wall. Such a simple pleasure but couldn't feel same if blow and weed wasn't in my system. I turn once again to come face to face with the lovely mistress of my heart. I lean forward as my nose rub against the mirror reflecting my face that I grew to hate. I snorted the white substance as I felt it hit my system. My eyes dilated as the pain of my heart ache left my body. "Sir, Your appoint with your uncle is next thirty minutes." Said my new Guard who replace Art. "Get rid of her." I said quickly getting up to shower the trash off my body.
The black on black SUV waited outside my own paradise of hell in the sky. A building not to far from my father, two demons trying to run hell to our image. As I get into SUV I spotted my father with A New York Post in his hands. "Alek." He said as he never looked at me. I didn't exchange any words, you might ask why am here. It's simple. I sold my half of soul to devil in one condition he tries to live as long as he can so he can rule hell with me by his side. Here we were driving to clinic to start chemotherapy. I exhale the breath I held as the smell of home hit my nostrils, chemically hospital scent and cold air hit me body taking me back to her. I quickly sat anywhere my body can muster to find a chair. Nurses storm in out of room as a female doctor walk in to speak to my father. Words I couldn't comprehend. My mind was only on her, just last night Raven send me pictures of her on my cell phone. Which explained the blonde in my bed. I was doing everything and anything to cut the image of her in my mind . But she was engraved into my mind and heart. "Alek here is my son." Were the words that shook me to my core. I turn to face the man who now called himself my father sit there in full of pride showing me off to this doctor. "Alek Mrs or Miss Violet Franklin is new to New York you should show her around." He said with flirting tone, everything this man did was with careful calculation. "Misss." She said as she eye me up and down. "Well, Miss Franklin Im into submission roles, if your okay with getting on your knees and following rules ?" I had no issues telling her exactly how I wanted her. My father let go of quiet laughter not ashamed of my ways. I was exactly like his image a man with no filter.
