Everlasting

prologue

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HIM

My heart cried tears of misery as I saw the only person I loved being descended down in a casket.

My Father

The only family I had.

I was to not show anyone any weakness. When you grow up in a family like this, you have to get used to pain. A mafia family.

My Father was the former leader of our Mafia gang. But he never abused his power. Instead he used it to help the weaker ones. People came to him and he helped them with their problems. To take down the evil.

I still remember his last words on his deathbed, " remember to never abuse your power and help those who need it."

He had expected me to take after him and continue his legacy. After all I was his only son.

Lorenzo Martinez

But he didn't know that I was reluctant. I was never hungry for power. I didn't want such a big responsibility on me. I wasn't sure if I would be able to handle everything like him. My cousins and uncles had always known that I was indeed very strong , with my hulk of a body and a master mind. But I just wanted to have a normal life like any normal person. However I will still do it. I will continue my father's work because that was what he wanted from me. That was his last wish.

I came back to my house and had a shower to sooth and relax my muscles. I didn't show anyone that I was in pain at the funeral, but in reality , I was hurting to a point where I thought I would slip into depression. The emotional pain is always greater than the physical one. Because there is no medicine for it. But I always had enough on my plate to always divert my mind from it.

I came out of the shower with a towel hanging loose on my waist. Soon hearing my phone ring, I answered the call.

"Lorenzo. How are you doing ? " My uncle Stephen asked.

"I'm fine Uncle. How are you ?"

"You know just like you. Suffering from my brother's loss." I knew he wasn't sorry at all.

" I'll be visiting New York tomorrow. I would be glad if I can meet you." He continued.

"Sure. I'll see you tomorrow," with that I hung up and went to bed.

"It's been long since I've seen you son," Stephen commented and I gave him a short nod before continuing to sip my red wine. Right now I was in the private booth of a club that he invited me to. It was not a famous one though but he owned it. In the Mafia family, you have these side businesses to cover up for you.

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked eyeing him warily as I put my wine glass down.

"I know you are not doing well because of your father's death. Why would you be? After all, you are his son. He was a good man indeed. But look where his goodness got him? If only he could take my advice." I squinted my eyes at his tone. He's not been my favorite person to deal with and the reason for that was just reflecting in this conversation. "I've concluded that you are reluctant in taking over the mafia. " He went on with a fake smile. Of course that was what he always wanted; power.

" But I want to do it. For my father I will do it. Plus there is now one else as I'm his only true son." I gave him a stern reply knowing where he was going with this.

" Come on I know you don't want to. It's dangerous anyway."

"Yes. But I'm not scared. Never have been. How can I be when I grew up in a mafia family itself. I've been trained to the greatest of my abilities. And I'm not scared to put them to work. And you are a witness of what I can do."

He gave me a dirty look just for second before hiding it. " I actually came here to make a deal with you. Let me take over it." I knew he was always hungry for power. Why wouldn't he be? After all my father's name was enough to make people shit their pants. His gang was well known and the best one in the whole continent. Everybody feared him. With Stephen becoming the leader, he would have as much power as my father did and would only use it to his gain. He was a corrupt man and would only destroy my father's plans he had for the gang.

" A deal involves benefitting both the parties. What am I going to get out of it?" I asked raising my brow.

"A normal life. Something you have always wanted. " He added with a smirk. I knew he was just going to misuse this power. He would get involved in all the wrong things. Something my father has never wanted. Sure in mafia you have to get involved in the wrong things, but those could be for the right reasons. But Stephen did not think that way unfortunately.

"My answer is no. I am the heir of this mafia and so I'm going to take over it. No one can stop me. Besides you don't know what I have wanted in my life so stay out of it," with that I got up to leave.

"Wait," I immediately stopped and turned to eye my uncle. "I warning you son."

"I don't give a fuck about your warning".

"Fine then. You chose this fate for yourself." His hand immediately went to his waist and pulled out a revolver. I too immediately pulled out my gun and we both aimed at each other. Soon gunshots could be heard from the club and a havoc was created. People screamed and ran off in different directions to save their life as my uncle's men filled the club instantly and entered our booth. They had surrounded me and had their guns pointed at me while mine was still pointed at Stephen.

"You are out of your mind Stephen. You don't know what you are doing!" I spat.

" Oh I know exactly what I am doing. And I'm not letting anyone stop me from what I want. Even you. Related or not." With that he shot me and pain erupted in my shoulder. I stumbled back a little before gaining balance.

How could he ? He was supposed to be family. But I get it. In this world you can't trust anyone. Not even your own blood. And with that thought I shot him. And I didn't stop there. I kept on firing. But I was obviously outnumbered as his men were there. I had come here alone as my uncle had warned it was business he wanted to discuss. Although I had my doubts and knew he would turn out to be a snake.

His men caught him before he collapsed and rushed towards the exit. I kept shooting at them while clutching my shoulder with the other hand. But what I wasn't aware of was one of his men hiding at a distance behind me. He fired a bullet at me which struck me right in the middle of my chest, and ran off.

I groaned in pain as I tried to move towards the exit to get out but only ended up collapsing on the floor. The pain was never ending. No this was not the first time I had been shot but this was the first time I had been shot at such a vital place. I had lost too much blood. I somehow still managed to drag my self out of the club and rested my self against a street light while clutching my chest. Those bastards had escaped. It was getting hard for me to breath, and I literally had to fight myself to keep on inhaling and exhaling.

I couldn't get up. The pain was never ending. For the first time I felt like I lost. I wasn't strong enough. I was weak. I wasn't going to make it. Why wasn't I prepared!? Why didn't I see this coming? Heck I had to be stronger than this! I can't lose like this. This can't be my end. I can't let my father's work go to waste.

I saw two ladies walking by as they eyed me in horror.
"Help... me. .p.please " I croaked out , not having the energy to talk. But those ladies chose to avoid me and ran away before saying "we can't help him. What if he is a criminal?"

I sighed knowing this would be my last day and I closed my eyes, feeling for death to take over me.