PROLOG
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PROLOG
Chapter Two
Hendrick Erasmus Castillo
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Ten years ago*
“I don't believe in this”
I scoff frustrated, seeing my grandpa wanting to sit in front of a psychic asking her to read his future.
We Castillo men, don't read the future
We make them
Born in blood
Sworn by blood
And honored by blood
We run the Mafia in the Italy.
Controlling the empire we created.
It's always a bloodbath, but you never feel cold when you are born in cold.
“Neither do I.
Now, come here and sit down next to me.
I want to know what the future holds for me.
I'm too old to wait until life throws guns at me.
This time I Want to be prepared”
Even at the age of sixty-one, he held a power, a commanding tone in his voice.
He is the leader of the Mafia.
The head boss
And I am his grandson.
Usually, the head boss passes down the crown to their son's, the heirs to the coming generation
But Rassie had not.
He didn't trust my father.
He wanted me to take over.
But for that, I had to find a bride.
However, I was still carrying the duty to Rassie, so my complete Takeover was not until for a few more years
“I'll take your orders, only because you are the head of the Castillo men
Once I'm taking over the Familia , I'll not even blink at your direction
Mark my words Rassie, you will have a tough time-serving for my honor”
My stern voice made him smile…
Our banter was never ending
We both were like the alpha men
Who always enjoyed the power
The control
“I am aware of that.
You are a lion, that's why I call you King to the empire I have built over the years.
And the only best thing your father has done in his entire life, is you.
That's the only reason I have kept him alive”
His words may feel like a tease, but he never joked.
So, I knew he was serious.
The door opened, and our men moved over as the old lady walked in…
She held a box and her eyes looked dark.
“I don't have time to waste.
He is my future.
Tell me, what you see”
My grandfather barked, impatient as always.
The old lady sat down, her eyes closed as she whispered a few chants…
Inaudible
And I scoffed
I thought the prediction was for himself…
But I should have guessed that this was coming my way
He only cares for me.
“Throw these dices”
The old lady pushed a box filled with three dices
And without wasting further time, I rolled them inside my palm and threw them on to the table
Wanted to get all of this bullshit over.
“What do you see?”
Grandfather asked, noticing the tensed look on the old lady's face.
“Skulls.
Lot of blood and bones”
She replied, unhinged.
“You will be undefeated.
Any war, you take, you lead, you win.
You will be an epitome of power.
I see a crown, attached to your name.
You are a conqueror.
A mighty master”
She looked at me straight in the eye as she uttered the words.
And I sat unaffected while my grandfather beamed out of pride.
“But…”
Her eyes blinked, and I could sense it…
The concern
“I see a bleeding heart”
She murmured, her voice steeping low
And I chuckled
“Bleeding is good”
I commented, as I went to get on my step
But she raised her hand in the air
Asking me to be seated
And my grandfather glared at me to sit down
“Bleeding heart.
It's a symbol of destruction.
You may win the greatest wars, slaughter the greatest minds, defeat the greatest men, but you will lose.
You will lose to the only women you want to win.
You are cursed when it comes to love.
As the famous saying goes,
'Love is cruel; you could fall for a goat'
And you will fall in love.
But you will never make her as yours.
She would never love you back.
And that will be your destruction.
Your own heart will Bleed you to your destruction”
Her eyes didn't blink, and I stared at her.
Anger fuming in my veins
“We don't believe in love”
My grandfather sneered angrily
And she laughed
Her voice echoing in the room, as she continued
“In the old ancient time, men prayed for strength and power.
Wished to be undefeated, thinking it will make them immortal for the years to pass by.
But they didn't realize that you don't need a gun.
A broken heart will do the same damage, if not better.
So, I'm warning you.
The minute you replace a rose for a gun, you are halfway down the ladder to reach the ground”
She smirked, as she rose to her step.
And I reached to my pocket, as I threw money at her.
Wanting her to leave.
If she wasn't invited by our grandfather, I would have sliced her f*****g throat for her guts to even think she can make a warning too me.
“I don't take money.
Not now.
Not when you don't believe in my words.
The day you will believe in them, you will come find me.
Then I'll tell you my price”
Arrogance excluded her tone as she left…
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