Chapter 02 Eric
I am the heir of the Italian mafia. I grew up in this world, surrounded by brutal and ambitious men, learning the code of honor of my family from an early age. I always knew that one day I would take over the organization, but I never imagined it would be so soon.
My father, the former mafia boss, unexpectedly retired and passed the responsibility on to me. At only 34 years old, I was now at the top of the food chain, leading one of the most powerful criminal organizations in the world.
At first, I felt the weight of responsibility and the pressure to uphold my family's legacy. But over time, I began to thrive in my new role. Under my leadership, the family grew in numbers, expanding our business and increasing our profits by thousands.
Of course, there were challenges along the way. Rivalries and betrayals are common in this world. But I learned to be ruthless and to keep my family united and strong. And at the end of the day, that's what truly matters. My family is my priority, and I will do anything to protect it.
The life of a mafioso is not easy, but I am a man of honor and pride. And as my father's successor, I am determined to ensure that my family's name is remembered forever.
My fiancée, the one I loved with all my heart, betrayed me. She made a fool out of me, deceived me, lied to me. And now, all the love I felt for her has turned into anger. A deadly hatred that burns within me.
I never thought that one day I could be deceived. I have always been very careful in my choices. I always knew how to identify who was trustworthy and who wasn't. But with her, I was blind. I let myself be carried away by passion and gave myself completely. And now, here I am, feeling like a fool.
I don't know what to do with all this hatred I feel for her. I don't know how I will overcome this betrayal. I have never been one to forgive easily, and now, with her, it won't be any different. She messed with the wrong person. I am a dangerous mafioso, and now Guilda will pay dearly for making a fool out of me.
I will make her bitterly regret what she did. I will make her feel all the hatred and pain that I am feeling now. And only after that, perhaps, I can move on.
I remember as if it were yesterday, our teenage love, Guilda and I. We were young and passionate, and nothing else mattered but being together. I was a wealthy and powerful man, controlling a part of the Italian mafia, but none of that mattered when I was with her.
I loved her more than anything, and believed that she felt the same. I wasn't faithful to her, but it was part of the job. It wasn't any different from all the other men in my position.
But then, everything changed. I found out that she betrayed me, that she was cheating on me with one of my own men. I never imagined she could do something like that to me. I was blinded by the love I felt for her, and now, I feel foolish for having trusted her so much.
I heard a knock on the door, snapping me out of my thoughts as I saw my trusted man entering.
"Eric, I have news about the million-dollar shipment that's supposed to arrive this week." he said, placing a folder on my desk.
I opened the folder and carefully examined the papers. The numbers were good, but I knew we had to be cautious, especially with the amount of money involved.
"We need to ensure everything goes smoothly. What's the plan?" I asked.
"We've already secured the safe transportation of the shipment, but we have to be cautious with our moves. We can't draw attention to ourselves, especially with the government on high alert." Josef replied.
I knew he was right. Our illegal business was dangerous, and any wrong move could lead us into a disastrous situation. But I was confident that our team was well-trained and capable of handling it.
"We'll maintain constant communication with our men on the ground and ensure everything is under control. We can't afford to let anything go wrong." I affirmed.
Josef nodded, agreeing with me.
"And what about the payment? We need to make sure the money reaches our hands." he asked.
I had already thought about that. I had a well-devised plan to handle the payment and ensure there would be no issues.
"We'll use our connections in Switzerland to ensure the money is transferred to our offshore accounts. It's the safest way to ensure the payment is made without unnecessary attention." I replied.
Josef seemed satisfied with my answer and got up to leave.
"Let's keep everything under control and ensure the shipment reaches its destination without any problems." he said before exiting the door.
I knew I had a big challenge ahead, but I was confident that with Josef's help and my team, we could handle it. I was ready for whatever was to come and wouldn't allow anything to disrupt our business.
I feel like a beast, a soulless monster. I can't stop thinking about all the lives I've taken. The mafia is my family, it's all I know, all I've breathed since I was young. But now, I wonder if it was worth it. Does all this power and money outweigh the pain I've caused to so many innocent, or not-so-innocent, people?
The entire mafia contributed to this. And now, I feel trapped in a vicious cycle of violence and death. I don't know if I can get out of it, if I can change who I am.
I wish I could go back and do things differently. Maybe I could have avoided some of the deaths I've caused. But now, it's too late. I feel like my soul is tainted with the blood I've shed.
I know I'm responsible for my actions. But sometimes, I wonder if I had a choice. Could I have done something different? Or was I molded by the mafia since I was born?
I feel lost, not knowing where to go from here. I don't know how to deal with everything I've done. But I know I need to find a way to redeem myself, to do something good before it's too late.
a dangerous and remorseless killer. Many might think I have no heart, but that's not true. We all have moments of conscience, and I am no exception. Yet even with Antonieta, my niece, as a small ray of light amidst all my darkness, I still feel distant from the surface.
I'm a demon that needs souls to suck lives, and that's how I survive. However, this bloody survival doesn't bring me joy or peace of mind. I am a human being after all, even though I've chosen a dark path in life.
As the bullet leaves my gun, the target falls to the ground. I feel a mix of relief and sadness. I'm not a heartless monster. I'm just a man who made wrong choices in life. And now, I live with the consequences of those choices every day.
From a young age, I knew this was my destiny. My family, my life, everything was intertwined with the mafia. And even when I had the chance to leave, I didn't. I know many might think that was a wrong choice, but I don't regret it.
I remember my older brother, Dimitri, as if it were yesterday. He was always a strong and brave man, two years older than me. He always knew that life in the mafia wasn't easy, but like me, he chose to follow this path.
Unfortunately, Dimitri was killed in an ambush. He left behind his wife Cassandra and his daughter Toni. I took on the responsibility of taking care of them, just as he would have done if he were still alive, and took the lead in the family.
I will never forget the pain I felt when I received the news of my brother's death. I remember looking up at the sky and asking God why he had to leave us. But life goes on, and I needed to take care of the people he left behind.
I started investigating where Guilda was, following leads and discreetly asking questions in different places around the city. That's when an informant gave me a tip about a supposed orphanage that might be hiding Guilda. I followed that lead and went to the location.
Upon arriving at the orphanage, I introduced myself to the Mother in charge. She was annoyed by my presence and started arguing with me. Surely she didn't know who I was, but I was a man accustomed to dealing with situations like this.
I knew the priest in charge of the orphanage was corrupt, and he surely knew about the matters our organization dealt with. He was hiding and didn't come out to deal with me, leaving the Mother alone to handle the situation.
I made it clear to the Mother that I wasn't there to cause trouble or harm anyone. I just wanted to find Guilda, and my men would conduct a brief sweep, with or without permission.
Being a mafioso has its benefits, despite everything, I still don't regret my choice. The mafia is a part of me, it's who I am. And I will continue to honor my brother and take care of Cassandra and Toni.
I know Cassandra has been making advances toward me, but I respect her too much to give in to that. I don't want to betray my brother or harm his daughter. So, I'll continue to take care of them in the best way possible and honor Dimitri's memory.
It's been two weeks of searching for this b@tch, if she thinks she's escaping, she's mistaken, I'm just buying time, I won't take long to find her, and then I'll finish her off slowly, and the traitorous bastard.
I noticed the Mother looking at something with a worried expression. I followed her gaze and saw a small woman, dressed in loose clothing and hair covered with a brown fabric.
She seemed lost, perhaps frightened, and her blue eyes were wide with innocence. I don't know what happened to me at that moment, but something in those blue eyes enchanted me. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and for a moment, I forgot I was in the midst of my dangerous mafioso life.
I felt an urgency to kiss the lips of that young woman. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't resist the impulse. I approached her slowly, observing every detail of that angelic face. Her lips seemed inviting, and I leaned in to kiss her.
I approached the little nun with determined and steady steps, knowing that my presence might startle her. And that's exactly what happened. She jumped back, and her hands trembled as I got close enough to grasp her wrists.
She seemed so fragile in my hands, so innocent and defenseless. But I couldn't let that feeling sway me from my objective. I held onto her wrists more firmly, feeling the soft and delicate skin beneath my fingers. She tried to pull away, but I kept her firmly in my grip. I could feel her fear and uncertainty, but I didn't care. I wasn't a man who cared about others' emotions.