HIS WORST DISTRACTION ✓

• You're Free, but don't leave •

The music video is the theme of this chapter. Its based on love and the Milliary. Enjoy😘

Till I get that love,love,love
Am missing my love,love,love
Oh, I cant wait to see her
Her love made me a believer.

~Shaggy - That love.

Diablo's pov.
It's now or never.
I planned to get drunk today so I could have the guts to tell her everything. After the deal with Titi... I felt it was finally time to let her in. Incase I breakdown in front of her when she decides to leaves me, I can say the drinks blinded my judgement.

She sat down next to me sipping her coffee, totally calm when I felt the exact opposite.

"Where do I start?" It was a rhetorical question. She smiled at me and so I began to talk.

"Well when I was 2 years old I had a normal life... at least that's what I thought. My... mum was the most beautiful and angelic person in the world. She had the prettiest pale blue eyes that looked like crystals or diamonds and her hair was almost platinum blonde. She was the best mother in the world since she would play with me, cook for me even if we had many helps, read me bedtimes stories every night. She was my best friend." I inhaled deeply preparing myself to what I was saying next.

"But my father... he was the exact opposite. Its sad that I took all his genes and even though his eyes where hazel, I got dark blue eyes instead... comparing to my mum. At that time I didn't know about the Mafia so I always wondered why he was never there. He never showed up in any of my birthdays, holidays including Christmas and he never tried to associate himself with me... which was ok since I had my mum. Soon when I got older he brought Martinez to live with us since he was homeless orphan who lived as a street kid and for some reason, he had a heart to adopt him. I remember becoming jealous since I felt he cared more about him than me but I suddenly didn't care because Martinez became my best friend, my brother and we were extremely close. He was two years older than me but we went to school together from kindergarten to junior High together." I had not realized that Cata had moved close to me until I felt her hand on mine. Maybe she noticed it was hard to talk about my life.

"When I was 10 my mum became sick. She got leukemia. she was a strong woman...so much so that no one knew about it until it was almost too late. She choose to suffer in silence. We got to know when she was already stage 3 but she refused to go through Chemo since she wanted us to remember her the way she was... not a bald and sickly woman. The worst thing was my so called father was never around. He didn't spare some time for her and he didn't care about her health. I tried to pray for her, fasted and hoped for a miracle... but she died the same year." I clenched the sheets so tightly with my fists as the rage, the anger and the sorrow all came back to me when I remember that morning when my mother never woke up again.

"I lost my faith in God and I disowned my own father. Him being the heartless man he was... he forced me and Daniel to study in a Military school when I was barely 12 and the only good thing about that was that I was far away from him. At least I didn't get to see his face everyday.
In the Military, I finally adapted and became a top student and my interest were planes and the Aviation Industry. I even wanted to be a pilot at the Air Force to serve my nation and country. I wanted to do things right. Defeat the bad guys and save the world. Who would have thought that I would end up as the worst of men?" I laughed a little bit, not looking at Cata the whole time.

"Things went so fast when My father got murdered by another Mafia during my 18th birthday and since I was still in school, they didn't get me. When I got back I was told about the Mafia by one of my father's close friend and that I was his only heir meaning I was the new Diablo, the leader of the most feared Mafia in Mexico. Hell even Martinez knew about it from day one and he was assigned to watch over me, to keep an eye on me. He was not my brother neither was he a friend.