AKILA'S POV

I took the helmet off my head and set it on the motorcycle. I shoved the keys into my pocket and started walking towards the gates.

I stood on the doorstep, pressing my hand on the handprint lock. It recognized my lines and asked for the password. I typed it in and waited for the doors to unlock. After a second, the door clicked and swung open.

I went through this process eight more times and finally got into my warehouse. Money splattered, spread all over the floor, blocks of gold on top of each other in the corners. I stepped away from them and headed straight to the wooden door in the middle of the room.

I unlocked it and twisted the knob open, four walls filled with weapons, guns and lives hung on each row in seize. On the very left, there was a long armoire where I kept a huge amount of black bags, the ones I will be using today.

But the room didn't end. At the same angle of the door I just got through, there is another door across it. I unlocked and opened that one as well and there was another one, it's almost endless.

This is my one and only warehouse for weapons and guns. This is where I keep all my beautiful and dangerous equipment. The last time I counted, there were a total of thirty something rooms. I don't know, honestly I've lost count a long time ago. And this is how Alessandro's men will survive.

I've built up this place and bought every kind of a killing machine here, I have hundreds of them hanging around, waiting for usement and now is their time to shine.

It took me hours after hours to pack, time ticked by the second while I lay on the floor stuffing every last one of my bags with the walls. I finally made it back on my feet and dragged one bag after another outside. I pushed and crushed the bags in my car and brought out a mini truck to load the rest of the bags.

I spent another two hours doing that until everything was set and ready. I unlocked the whole house and made sure nothing was out of place before getting into my car and driving away. Don't worry, I might have said this is my one and only warehouse stacked gun but that may or may not have been a little lie.

I drove fast. I hate driving slow, I hate being stuck in traffic, I hate when people stop me from hitting the gas break as much as I want to. That's why I isolate myself from this world, I live in my own customised world I built with my bare hands, where everything is good enough just for my liking.

I could never imagine myself living among those I hate the most, I'm barely accepting Alessandro's friends. They're not horrible but they're not amazing either. The girls are in fact horrible, straight up I cannot stand them in any way possible. Julia in specific, the girl drives me insane. Kira is always hiding behind the shadows and Lilianna is the only one I could put in my consideration. I believe she's the only one who actually saw what a tough life is like, the other two had a sad childhood that's all but Lilianna was an adult, a victim of abuse and domestic violence. And when her only chance to escape came along, she took it, not once looking back. So I can understand where she's coming from, not all the time though, everyone can easily irritate me.

I rested my elbow on the opened window and held my chin in the palm of my hand while the other gripped the wheel and I thought. I drifted into another universe that belongs to my many thoughts and wonders. I shifted in my seat, feeling the tip of one of my dagger dig into my skin. I had to be armed. I'm about to break into the most feared and ruthless Mafia leader's warehouse, not forgetting his men who will try to stop me.

Benvetti. I have to do something about this guy, I can't leave him hanging around as if nothing is about to happen, as if he's not close, too close to ruining everything.

A smartass I will kill, an idiot I will make sure suffer for his last breath, a liar, a betrayal I will only hear him scream in terror. I may have mainly gotten into this whole life with Alessandro because of him, but now things have changed and the most unexpected appeared yet I'm still coming after him and I will stop at nothing until his blood drips down my hands.

He's after everyone, he's after me but he has a very special target for years, for decades, Alessandro. He has been planning, his whole family, it's all a set up that will hit them all at once, that will leave a scar forever with nothing to heal.

It will be destroyed, it won't fall down piece by piece, it will completely wreck at the same moment, at the same blink of a pair of eyes, at the same last heartbeat the heart could take.

I wish Alessandro knew, I wish he would realize it sooner but it looks like I will be on my own in this one, like every other ones.

Now you wonder why I can't just tell him, it doesn't happen like that, it's never this easy. You can't convince two decades of leadership to believe you, to believe that his whole life has been a life, the life he's been hiding is all a sick joke that kept going and going without his notice, that kept going and going without his knowledge.

He's arrogant, he has been watching me for years because he knows, God he knows I'm the only one in this universe who got the answer, the only human being who would bring him the truth yet he couldn't have me, he couldn't set a finger on me. I allowed him to figure who I am, I allowed him to hear and know that his filthy games are all relevant to me, laying in my throat, ready to speak louder than the wind.

In one click and in one day, everyone will know, everyone will learn his past, everyone will show their true colors and everyone will shatter.

My psychopathic side smiled, so brightly I could imagine myself from another pair of eyes. It will be one hell of a day, one hell of a day with lots and lots of losses. But those are not my worries, those are not my business and I have no sympathy for them. Regardless of the feelings Alessandro has been causing me and filling me with, I'm still the person who I am. I still am the ruthless, heartless soul I am known for, I'm still children's worst nightmare and adults worst fear. No matter what occurs in my life, I will always remain that person. Changes will happen, changes will come and go but I stay who I am. I stay the person I fought too damn hard to be. I stand my ground and vanquish whoever tries to cross my path. Anyone, and I mean any single one breathing oxygen among the rest, just a singular vocal sound of disrespect or a gesture of irreverence and they're gone.

Unable to Tolerate is such a small sentence formed with a couple of useless words compared to what I hold towards disrespect. I've built walls so high, almost high enough to pass Burj Khalifa. And it's not just impossible, it's unfeasible, inconceivable to even think about breaking down these walls. The whole galaxy could be falling down and I wouldn't even consider it for a second. Those who walk and stand with no self worth running down their throat are unacceptable in my eyes. Letting people walk all over you, as you please them with such pathetic intentions, yeah that's not for me nor for my eyes to see. I wouldn't manage a minute into that environment, into a glance of someone welcoming and siding with proving they're worthless. Giving and providing those who deserve hell with kindness and pleasure. Myself worth would scream in agony, in so much hatred of the scene I'm witnessing because I have been there. I've seen my own self live that life and I've lived what it did to me. And I can't, I can't stand and watch it anymore. Not because I feel bad for the person, I highly think they're idiots with not enough sanity. I only dismiss these scenarios because I see myself in them. I see the hurt child inside of me years ago, begging and crying for help. Breaking, falling, dying. I see it. I see it so clearly I flinch, so clearly it messes with my head. So I protect her, I protect the little girl frightened to death, the little girl who wouldn't believe where she's become today and who she grew up to be. She wouldn't be able to comprehend, to understand that in a few years that same crushed girl pushed through her broken bones and fought for the fire burning down her blood, she fought and she got back up. She made it and stood straight, she stood against those who tried to pull her back down and won.

She won. She survived and she would do it over again in a blink.

I sighed, my lungs feeling heavy against my chest. It's still too much, it always will. My head fell with a smile fighting to curl my lips. It's too much, it's too much in a good way, the best way possible. Sometimes when I look back, I look behind the years, the cureless years I had to live through and wonder, wonder and let myself fade with the memories into the darkness, into my weakened body and drained soul. And I remember, I relive those moments intentionally, to never forget, to never forget what it felt like, what it did to me. I close my eyes and see his huge figure compared to my fragile one, I watch him through my blurred sight send one hit after another, I feel it against my skin causing shivers reaching down my vertebrae but it doesn't hurt. It doesn't pain me like it once did, it only powers me. It charges me with rage and capability, it pushes me out of my skin to break free, to reach for air and it's succeeding. It's forcing, it's driving me into someone else, into someone else's body, into this whole other person with a life I could've never imagined, to the person I am today.

I flashed my eyes open, suddenly realizing that I'm driving. I let a chuckle escape my lips, lightening the atmosphere. I looked around and noticed I'm getting close. The last time I drove down this neighborhood was eight months ago, when I blew up Alessandro's warehouse with the bastards who kidnapped me if you may call it. Alessandro wouldn't. I can picture his face when I told him it was all planned, getting caught in their cameras and taken away to his basement. He was speechless but then admitted it makes much more sense.

It was wholesome, how in a second he second guessed his men's abilities and sides with me. If Alessandro's work and passion is one thing, it would be his men and company. His men come first, before war and before death. He takes care and protects each one of them, making sure nothing transgresses them.

He's a leader with a big heart, a heart of gold and courage, a heart I can't believe managed to make me fall for, an important heart full of life I would break through anything to reach, to hold and save, the heart of the man who I fell in love with, over and over again.

when I didn't know it, I fell in love with him. when I found out, I fell in love with him. when I last saw him, I fell in love with him. when he last touched me, I fell in love with him. when he last looked at me, I fell in love with him.

It happened numerous times and it's going. It never stopped and I'm not planning to stop. He found me and I found him, we found each other under the worst circumstances yet made the best out of it. I might not see what real love is through my parents but I felt enough to know, he made me feel enough to know.

He made me feel so many things, so much love and care I couldn't get enough of, so much trust and respect to hold onto. And I just couldn't wait to see him. The feeling is pleasurably painful. It aches my heart when I'm away from him, as if it can't beat without his arms around me. He doesn't take my breath away, he collides our bodies and breathes in one. He makes so many things seem unreal and then in a matter of catching my gaze, the impossibility scares away and his touch pounds against my flesh.

My mind stopped when the warehouse came into view. I kept driving and took the first turn and parked the cars behind the house. I loaded my pistol and gently pushed it in my hidden hollister. I pressed on my thigh, making sure the daggers hung where they belonged. There's a huge chance I will call out for blood today, in a few moments. There's a huge chance I would have to kill one of Alessandro's most trusted men but that didn't bother me, if he advances, he dies.

I opened the car door and got out. I stretched my legs for a minute after driving for almost two hours. My warehouse is again situated right outside Sicily, where no one steps a foot, where no one is able to find. I like to keep it that way. I'm not hiding, I'm not scared of recognition, I am simply doing humanity a favor by staying away from them so they get to live another day. See how kind I am.

I will never, in a million years visualize my problematic picky self having neighbors and actually living a normal human life. That thing is boring and plain. Who wants to stay in one place, work one job and raise kids their whole life? Why waste money on ungrateful brats when you can live the most luxurious life with the same amount of money you'll throw away on birth and children.

I won't and I don't want to understand these people. I don't want to even attempt and think like them, thinking of growing a family and having a little me and him. It makes me cringe, gauge like I'm about to throw up. I gave my body a little shake, to push away the discomfort travelling up my spine.

Ridiculous ass people I need to stay away from. I thank god every time I look at Alessandro that he hates kids because ain't no chance in hell I would have spent a glimpse with a man who admires children and wants them. I would rather die and rot in hell.

Nothing, absolutely nothing made me hate kids this much, I naturally grew up with it which made it a hundred times stronger. All ages, newborns till teenagers, hate them all. It takes every bit of self control to not kill one of them. I've come across them through missions, getting into my way and tripping over their ass. Then they expect me to help? Yeah no I pass on this one.

Lydia was a blessing for being quiet. I took her in because I knew she's vulnerable and will be good use, other than that I would have let her die to her faith. I didn't even speak a word with her, she lived in one of the fake houses I used around town and left her there with no explanation. At least she was smart enough and took advantage of the food and roof on top of her head. She allowed herself to heal, Lydia was in a horrible condition when I found her, if I waited another week she would've been dead.

But lucky her, I found out just in the right time and presented to her freedom. Sometimes I think what I've done was too nice but then I remember the other things I've done in this world and take it back.

You know, it's really incredible memorizing every step I've taken. My mind doesn't let out a rush of air, it pictures and saves my movement and surroundings better than a technologic camera.

Sound and video, kept safely into my brain, locked tightly in the back of my mind, organized from past to present to counting this very moment. Pretty impressive, I know.

Sometimes I like to imagine my memories in drawers, I open them one by one and pick out the piece I want to watch, it's more fun that way. My imagination is wild, I mainly developed it when I was young, I would imagine pulling hearts out of bodies with my bare hand and here we are, imaginations do come true now don't they?

My thoughts were rudely cut off again, immediately realising I'm climbing up a wall, breaking into the house as my mind is in a whole other place. I laughed quietly with myself and jumped off the wall. I didn't make enough sound to grab the guards' attention. I sighed in annoyance and moved my foot on the grass to make a loud sound. They finally noticed and advanced towards me. I cracked my knuckles as  my lips grew comfortably into a grin, let's get this over WITH.

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