"𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘖𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘞𝘰𝘯'𝘵"

About 11 years ago I had to take up this title because of the death of my father, The Earlier Don of the Italian Mafia as I was the sole heir for the entire mafia. I was basically trained for this my whole life, trained to show no mercy no weakness and no love. My father didn't love my mother in fact he was never even faithful to her, I remember seeing my mother crying through the whole night thinking why her husband didn't love her, which basically almost broke my heart but I was not supposed to show love or care.

I had my first kill at the age of 14 where my father asked my torture a betrayer, At first I was scared slightly but my ego didn't allow it to show out at all. I wanted to stand tall and brave before my dad and prove him that I am much more capable than him. After he died I took on his role made my mafia more stronger and powerful alongside killing hundreds of people which soon became my craving. 

 I wanted people to fear me, respect me. I loved to see the fear present in their eyes even seconds before I was about to torture and kill them. I had this unsatisfied hunger and thirst for death of people by my hands. We do torture and kill but never harm an innocent, one of the rules in the mafia.

Violence Warning!

Currently I was sitting in a dimly lit medium sized room in one of our warehouses which reeked the smell of blood and death. Sitting on my chair, my legs crossed with one above the other I eyed the piece of shit who dare tried to kill me. I kind of laughed internally on how he thought he could just easily kill me. 

He was already roughly beaten up and bleeding from the handiwork of my guys and I smirked. 

"Hai sbagliato ragazzo, Don, non ho cercato di ucciderti" came the small voice of the shit lying on the floor. (You got the wrong guy don, I did not try to kill you.)

"Che cos 'era questo" I asked standing up and going near his figure on the floor. 

"Ho detto che hai sbagliato ragazzo" he said trying to be louder. (I said I did not try to kill you.)

"Veramente? Ma come facevi a sapere che non ti ho mai detto il motivo per cui eri qui, fottuto idiota" I said clenching my jaw. (Really? But how did you know that I never told you the reason I beat you up, You fucking idiot)

Realizing that he had been caught, his eyes looked frantic and in desperate need of help. But sadly there was no one who could defy the orders of the don. 

I slowly went more closer to him, the sound of my shoes echoing against the dimly lit room's hall. "Comunque è ovvio che morirai, quindi forza dimmi chi ti ha mandato" I said. (Anyway it's obvious you're going to die, So come on tell me who sent you?)

"Io ... non lo so Don" (I don't know don.) came the voice of the guy.

 "Immagino che tu non mi abbia lasciato altra scelta" I said and took my shoe clad shoe and placed it on his hand and stepped on it. His screams filled the room pleading me to let go but that didn't make me let go but only to press more harder.  (Guess you left me no option)

"Ascolta qui, se dici almeno il nome otterrai una morte più pacifica, altrimenti non lo vuoi sapere." I said which cause him to gulp. (Listen here, If u say the name at least you will get a more peaceful death, if not you don't want to know.)

"Ro..." before he could complete his sentence I took out my gun and emptied almost all the bullets killing him at once.  I already knew the answer when he started to say it and I didn't want to hear it.

"Cagna del cazzo" (Fucking bitch) I seethed out before leaving.

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