"And why are we acting so docile in front of the enemy suddenly?"

Aldo stammered to reply and my anger spiked.

"Her. Parents. Killed. Alejandro. Are you daft, Aldo?"

Aldo took a harsh deep breath. "I'm aware of that. I'm aware of how his death isn't a problem for you but his position, I'm aware of all. I'm not.....whatever that fancy word you used. We must make her think we're trusting her—"

"I'm doing that already."

"I'm aware of it." I crossed my arms over my chest. "We have a problem with the Acettas, not her. You know it, dude, come on."

He was right.

All of my misery's fault was of her parent's. Had they not killed Alejandro, had I not been here, had Marco not threatened me with everything in his being. I. Wouldn't. Have. Suffered.

"Don't get your panties in a twist so quickly, man. You have anger issues."

"I'm aware of that." I gritted out and he smirked.

"See." My left eye and hand twitched wanting to shoot this man.

"Trust me. Trust everyone. Just five more months, man."

To some I might be weak for getting a lecture from my head of security when I'm the capo but what they don't understand is how I had to choose in between my brother's life, the man right here, or either my life. And how I was selfish and now we're here.

"You look like you need a minute alone. You can have it." He patted my shoulder and left the room, probably going to Hernine now, but I wouldn't fret for he asked me to trust him and trust is what I will do.

I leaned against my office table, my eyes darting on every corner of the sky scraper view before memories started flooding in.

Bang!

The door to my room, more like cell, barged open and I cowered away.

Poor old me, ten years old, merely a teen.

"Get up, boss has been killed."

My eyes widened and something named 'hope' made it's way in my chest.

"Madre?"

"Dead. Now come with me."

Crack.

The hope shattered and I fell down the dirty, bloody wall.

Mama's gone?

He said he'd keep mama alive.

He said he would—

A harsh sting was what I felt against my cheek and I cried out loud. My dam finally letting loose.

"We have no time! Get up!"

I looked up at his bollocking voice with my tear filled eyes and found his harsh black eyes intensely glaring at me. His ginger hair all greasy reminding me that he was just like me;

A fool.

I quickly got up, too much of a wimp to stay put when I know he'd murder me probably, for not listening to him.

Soon I was being dragged outside the cell, my white shirt that mama loved on me, all torn, my feet bare and my hair chopped off.

He cut it last week saying he didn't like it.

"Sit. And don't move." He pushed me inside a van and slammed the door shut.

I didn't understand. Why was this man being so rude to me? Surely the boss died and we were to be free now, then why is he treating me like I'm some filth and he's not?

A knocking sound took me out of my trance and I abruptly turned around coming face to face with Antonio.

"Aldo said I'd find you here." I nodded.

"We need you at the warehouse, Marco is there."

I took a large deep breath and let it out, my hands running down my face in frustration.

"I'll be there."

He immediately left.

I looked back at the view and something clawed at my chest and I wanted to let it out.

What does this man possibly want again?

••••••

I looked at the man before me, clad in designer from head to toe. All a proof of his dirty money that he snatched off by taking lives of poor civilians.

"Are you listening to me, Amadio?"

"Yes." I spoke, getting out of the haze I subconsciously put myself into.

"I was saying how proud I was of you."

He must have seen my expression, for he let out a monstrous laughter much to my dismay.

"I'll elaborate don't worry." He picked up his tea cup before he raised it at me, silently asking if I wanted some too. I shook my head, my hands balling beside me.

I would gleefully die than drink anything of your dirty money.

"I have heard from a little birdie about how you managed to capture our rival of all time."

"Not rival."

He laughed. "You always say that, Amadio, when in fact they are our rival. They killed our last in line for Capo—"

"He was no Capo of mine." I seethed.

"Shut up." His expression changed to a sour one and my eye twitched as I clutched the cushion chair around me. I wanted to punch his face off. "We don't disrespect our boss here. They killed the last of his bloodline, with only that fucking useless son of his left that went away from his father to continue the mafia which his mother built. Fucking pussies."

I rolled my eyes. It seems like our conversations always go like this whenever we're on this topic.

"Moving on from your mistake, I want you to torture the bitch for as long as you can by gaining her trust for any information helpful to us and when you find it right, attack those fuckers in their own country."

Her face came into my mind, her red lips, silver eyes and ever bold smile. My hands clenched in fury.

I had heard of this plan ever since Alejandro died. This plan that didn't let me sleep and had my thoughts and life always roaming around one target.

At first, I didn't understand Marco's hatred to The Acettas, but after being forced to take over when his good for nothing, capo was murdered by them, I was inclined towards my hatred for them.

I was leading a mafia that I didn't inherit, that I didn't naturally own, it was something forced upon me, something that depended on me otherwise it would crumble. And now roles were reversed.

I stood up not wanting to hear his absolute chatter for any longer.

"I'm not done yet."

"But I am."

"Amadio." He seethed.

I didn't listen to him and kept walking.

"Listen to me, carry out our plan and I'll back off this mafia for good, you can have it all—"

I slammed the door shut, not wanting to listen to him any longer.

He didn't even know what I want.

And it's for sure not this mafia.