The Mafiuso (Book Two)

CHAPTER TWO

The Russians might be thinking that I must be planning something vast against their mafia world, I and rose to leave the city yesterday at midnight left everybody in the train of questionable amazement. Neither dad nor anyone else knows where and why am I going, Like usual I don’t need to let anybody know about my whereabouts and vicinity.

I even had a very confidential meeting this morning with Marco Alessandro who embark on a very intelligent and dangerous underground don of Italy regarding finalizing the best weapons exporting system. He has been hidden in Newyork since few months but his vicious mind and menacingly funny ideas are very fundamental to our future business .he can very measure support of Destafano’s dirty deeds.

The contract we had to conclude this morning was utterly essential to all the Mafians to become more dominant and powerful over the country's government.

Not only in Americans or Italians but throughout the world various Mafia teams beg me to join our hands together. But that’s not that simple as it looks like. I have very mighty instincts to judge people f*****g easily just by gazing at their sinful faces, I know who can be beneficial or can be a disaster to my occupation,

ETHAN DESTEFANO is not born to please others and their unhealthy desires...

I'm born to rule. To distinguish, to mandate, to command,

I live a life they dreamed for, I own every FUCKINGGG thing,

And that’s what I exactly want from my life, Dad always said men with emotions are fools, they don’t own a heart who feels anything, they don’t hold emotion, which aids to make them fragile, they don’t love to rely on some bloody women.

Instead of all of this, they own a pumping machine inside their ribcage which only allows pumping their hostility, the pain of passion, the blood mixed with revenge flow in their strong masculine body. Love is not made for the people like us, love is not a part of monsters, love is an object which can sway the normal happy human from his purpose.

We are the mafia, the world's biggest mafia, and love is forbidden for us, we kill, cut, destroyed, make numerous sins, doing illegal .betrayed and become unlawful...

That is how I was raised, that is the only subject I have learned, that is the only agenda which was fed me when I was little. I didn’t play with toys, I never ran a bicycle, I never celebrate, I never got candy from my dad when I did something astonished. He always pulled me away from my mother whenever she used to read me and princess bedtime stories.

When other kids of my age play in their front yard with their fellows I used to learn the tactics of the mafia world.

When they play with their treasured toys, Gun was the only substance forced on me.

When they celebrate Christmas or some other occasions dad took me to the missionaries of murders and gunfire.

I don’t know who to blame, my upbringing or my fate. But yes, deep down I crave for a cuddle, to protect, to live my life as a normal child, who daily go to school, play with his friends, come home to have his mother’s cooked food, who plays with his darling sister...

Hah; but life was always a mother f*****g b***h towards me, I thought a normal boy as cunt, as a bloody f*****g pussyboy,

He bestowed on me that those who make friends and girlfriends are the only creatures to produce more punks like them in the future which should be nothing but a burden on the earth.

- But what goes around comes around.

At that night when I first saw her, coated in dirt and blood as she passed the heinous hurricane, wavy hair fall carelessly on her shoulder, sweet milky face, glossy grey innocent eyes, fresh tears on her baby cheeks but still swaddle with a sweet little smile on her pink lips when her little body shuddered tremendously, I prayed to god for the third and for the last time in my entire life,

To safe her, from evils and devils,

To protect her from this filthy world,

Unharmed her from the beast roaming around her.

To become her armor in thunders and bad wonders.

I prayed for my Tesoro, to my Clara, to protect an angel.

She trembled and I wanted to fix her, she was horrified and I wanted to coed her, she was shattered and I wanted to be her strength. but god played enormously with me, he once again showed me my roots, what I'm able to do, from where I belonged to, how hideous I go down in hatred.

All these years I f****d several women, I haunt them on my bed, I tease them with all my dirty perks, I used their pu**y like a butterfly, got all the colors, and threw them away to fly without their wings.

The smell of oozing blood, a bottle of champagne, and a women's body rest my hormones at ease. good s*x with a good s*******r was my free time hobby. I f****d hard no matter who was there, where we are, what was her character, I never gave a f**k if she was a slut, a w***e, someone’s mother or wife or daughter, I f*****g hella did not care.

I only want my manhood to lightened his enthusiasm.

I enjoyed when they scream for my mercy, it makes me superior over them, they beg sometimes when I thrust my solid p***s inside their sweet little cunt and f**k them until they bleed or worn out, those puny begging r****h my mind radiantly, it relaxes me to the core, I consider myself like a god with whom everybody asked for mercy and forgiveness.

They want me to become generous and kind, but they were naive enough to even think in that way about Him who was himself a master of monster.

And to my disgust, She was the one too, she became a target of an animal, to the one who always had a wish somewhere in his dead heart that wherever is she, in whatever circumstances she might be going through but she's not suffering, me who thinks himself a God prayed to beg for her well being and security.

I heaved a heavy breath to brush off all the nasty thoughts and looked around, Rose was there sat with me quietly, I was sure that ocean of unlimited presumptions must be running in her head right now and I believe everything is cleared as she would meet ivory. Dropping an idea to put forward any interrogations I decided to let her take her own time to cope with the situation.

It was 11:Am and soon we will be there.

I was clueless that how would I face granny after all this muddle. Since that incident I never spoke or met her, sometimes I called the orphanage to enquire about her health and medical visits. Granny was the one I treasure a lot, even my so-called father has no guts to rose a finger over her.

She adores me so much and more than that she loves Ivory which sorts everything out that why she hasn’t approached me yet.

Indeed, she has a bunch of issues floating in her,

She trusted me and that’s why she sent ivory to my estate, she thought I would never harm her blessed child and will make her comfortable just like Rosaline but who knows she sent her dearly angel to the cage of the devil, who’d cut her feathers and thrashed her dignity to sweep and make her life miserably devastated.

I don’t know why I'm going there, I didn’t know all this time why I struggled hard to chase her, I didn’t know how will I make eye contact with her and submit my uncanny, useless “sorry” in front of the table of her countless accusation and ask for futile pardon.

But for the first time, for myself, I want to live like a normal creature, who could apologize, who could ask for someone's forgiveness, who could imply that He Also has one heart who craves for indulgence, Who could Love, who can beat for his Angel he saw on the night of massive thunderbolts,

But some critters came and stole his dreams vanished the power of his lively existence, Make his every sentiment, his soul and his warmth evaporates and has set his gullible spirit on the rails of fire to exasperate and leave him in the chores of venom,

I hope that after that horrendous night nothing more frightful happened to her, I silently pray her life hasn't experienced more ghastly.

"Sir, We have reached" Mark, my driver's voice informed me through the speakerphone make me flinched on my seat, and with that his last call my heart stopped beating.

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