"He'd always been a man who followed his head and not his heart. The heart was just a bloody motor. The head was meant to drive"― Mario Puzo
I wake up to the sound of my own scream. "No don't shoot!" I shout before realizing that I'm in my own suite. I throw the sheet off my sweat-drenched body and get up. Cracking my knuckles I walk towards the window wanting fresh air.
For the past five years, I keep on seeing the same nightmare. The same hazel green girl who gets shot every single time, and I can't save her. With the power I had, I could control the whole world with my fingertip, but my dreams they were becoming uncontrollable.
This is only making me weaker and weaker day by day and there is none that can help me. No one knows this hazel eyed girl that I see in my dreams over and over again.
What happened before my accident are just stories I heard from my padre. My padre meant the world to me. He is the only man in my line of work that I can trust. I was raised to be a monster, born to be the next Luciano. Breaking other was just as easy as one plus one for me.
The first rule of being a Luciano is ruling the city without showing mercy.
Opening the window I feel the cold breeze.
"Boss?" Michele calls out barging into the room. "All good? I heard you shout."
"Yeah all good. Just get me a bottle of rum." Without turning to him I knew he was wondering if he heard right.
"Boss, my excuses but I don't think that would be possible you have a delivery coming soon." he said with a hesitating tone.
My eyebrows rose, shoving my hands in my jeans pocket and moved towards my side table grabbing my phone.
"I do not repeat twice."
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