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《 Monsters aren’t born, they’re Made 》
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[# SEASON FOUR
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By, ✿ฺ Author Indigo Raine ✿ฺ
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©Copyright 2023 [?? ℕ?? ℂ?ℙ? ?ℝ ℝ?ℙ???]
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Genre(s): Dark Romance, Forbidden, Mafia.
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Theme: Friends Are More Than Family.
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[# Chapter Fifty-Five – ????-??????.
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Ryat hasn’t seen Neon since the day he came to his office. At this point, fretting was going to eat him alive. He wonders if Neon was gunned down or something worse, or perhaps, he just doesn’t want to come back and see him again. He cannot blame if that’s what he chooses – after everything he had done, he deserves to end up a alone. But he still needs to make sure that Zayde is okay.
Just as he exited his company preparing to hit the gym after work, he saw a crowd standing around a vehicle. There was a green-haired man leaning against a crowd dressed in a full white suit, white hat, a Cuban link around his neck and cigarette hanging from the corner of his pink lips. He didn’t do anything worthy of a crowd as massive as the one around him, but the people cheered and begged for autographs among other things.
That’s when it clicked. Neon achieved his dream: he became a singer and a rapper with the stage name Wildefyre.
Typical Zayde García.
“Took you long enough to get here,” Zayde tilted his head back and smiled at Ryat, eyes twinkling.
“You came back?” he pushed through the dense crowd and made it to Neon, he stood beside him.
“We have business to take care of. What, you didn’t want me to come back?”
“What? No, Neon. I just thought you wouldn’t after what happened…” he looked down, eyes gloomy and expression solemn. “Anyways, I’m happy you became what you always wanted to be. You made it. I’m happy for you.”
Neon chuckled. “Get in the car, Ryat, we have things to do.”
He said goodbye to his fans who begged him to stay then entered the car with Ryat. He pressed a button to start the engine then drove off, gradually picking up speed and even drifting on the road. It made Ryat smile, Neon had always been a crazy driver – at one point he thought he was destined to be a Tokyo Drift King. A few things changed about him, but he was mostly the same childish dreamy-eyed guy no matter how old he became.
This single drive brought back so many memories.
“Remember the time we crashed over the bridge into shark invested waters?” Ryat said and glanced at Neon.
“That was one of the best days of my life. I suckerpunched a Great White shark and it bit Korpse in retaliation.” he came across a corner and drifted skilfully around it, earning an applaud from the crowd standing at the edge of the road.
“You know he’s still mad at you for that, right?”
“Yeah, well, the past is the past. I mean the shark was gonna bite me, what the heck was I supposed to do? Let it?”
“You punched the shark and let Korpse take the bite for you!”
“That’s like ten years ago, Ryat. It was an accident and he survived. I mean, imagine what happened to me. I was by a fish do you have any idea how painful and traumatizing that was? I cried for days, and I got therapy for it.” he reached a highway and changed gear in order to go faster, he swerved lane to lane while avoiding the cars.
“It still puzzles me to this day. How can a person be afraid of fish but not sharks? You are unbelievable.” Ryat shook his head with a laugh.
“Oh please, don’t act like that one time at the amusement park you didn’t practically jump into my arms and cry because a clown touched you.”
Ryat glared at Noen. Hating the memory he brought up.
“Don’t give me that look. You were Füçking crying with snot running down your face. Dude, you were absolutely terrified. I laughed until I puked that day. I still find it hard to believe you’re afraid of clowns! Man, I wish I had my old sim cards to show you the pictures of yourself.” he laughed harmoniously as they crossed over a bridge and entered a different side of the city.
“Of all the memories you brought up, you brought up that? Really? You even posted one of them for my thirteenth birthday you sh!thead.” Ryat shook his head and looked out the blank tinted windows. “I was teased so bad by you and the boys I wanted to use a glass bottle and behead all of you.”
“Yeah yeah, wh@tëver. Keep talking over there and I’ll call Pennywise for you!” he turned into a dark alleyway and parked the car.
“Füçk you.”
“Füçk you, too.”
“Füçk you more.”
“Füçk you most.”
“Füçk off already.” Ryat rolled his eyes, shaking his head as Neon laughed like a maniac. “Let me guess, we’re here to k!ll the bastard who dared to ask Meira to marry him?”
“Not exactly. We’re here to collect him. I don’t know what to do with him yet. How do you propose we k!ll this Füçker?” Neon leaned back in the seat and looked at Ryat.
“How about we drill a hole in the back of his skull and fill it with acid?”
“Jeffrey Dahmer fan? Me too.” he smiled. “But that’s not enough. We need to do something else.”
“We can let the Acid k!ll him while we lecture him about touching what doesn’t belong to him, after that we deliver his severed head and hands to his mother. For the rest of the body, we can dispose of it by feeding to Crocodiles or Pigs. Though I highly recommend the pigs, they eat everything. No evidence left behind.” he smiled devilishly.
“You sick piece of sh!t, let’s do it.” just then a knock came at his window. “Oh, he’s here.”
Neon pulled three stacks of money from his suit and handed it to man in black outside the window. The man took the money the loaded a body into the backseat, the person was tied up with a sack over their head. “Nice doing business with you. I’ll call you if I have any other assignments.”
The man simply nodded and left, looking around his surroundings cautiously.
“You’re a bad man.” Ryat shook his head, laughing at his old friend. “Don’t you ever feel bad, or maybe sad, when you do these things?”
“Oh, Ryat,” Neon laughed heartlessly and turned to him. “??? ?? ??? ???? ??? ??? ?? ?????????”
“You’re a psychopath.”
“And a retired serial k!ller, but you love me same way, don’t you?” he pouted, making them both burst into laughter. “Don’t even act like you’re innocent. You are the only person I know who feeds their ex to fricken pigs and smiles while he does it. You are legendary.”
“Nah, Neon, we are.” he sported a soft smile.
Neon looked down, seemingly in thought, then took his eyes back to Ryat’s. “You know, despite everything that happened, I don’t…h@të you. I can’t bring myself to h@të you, honestly. All of this isn’t our fault, it’s our family’s fault, Ryat. I’m still mad at you for thinking I’d hurt Meira, throwing me off a d@mn building, and siding with them over me, but we can both agree that if we hadn’t been taken by force and trusted into that world none of this would have happened. So I don’t h@të you, I don’t forgive you, but don’t think I h@të you, Ryat. You’re my @$$hOle of a non-blood big brother.”
His words brought tears to Ryat’s eyes. He tried to speak but he choked on a few sobs. “I wish… I wish I could rip your heart out and throw it in a volcano. I can’t believe I’m hearing this right now.”
“Well you better do because I’m not repeating all that sloppy sh!t.” he pulled a g*n from his suit and shot the man in the back in his knee cup. Hearing a loud cry muffled by a ballgag in his mouth Neon nodded in affirmation. “Sorry dude, just checking to see if you’re alive. Anyways, someday I’ll forgive you, but it ain’t gon’ be today or tomorrow.”
“I don’t care, I still love you, bro. No homo.” he wiped his tears, smiling thankfully.
“Full homo.” Neon wink.
“Shouldn’t we get going, you gay Füçktard?”
“Hey, don’t insult me sh!t brain.”
“Füçk you, Zayde.”
“Füçk you too, Ryat.”
“Füçk you more, Neon.”
“Füçk you most, Carnage.”
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“Zamora would’ve loved it here,” Zorian said lowly, staring at the breathtaking scenery from the top of the Eiffel Tower. “He always loved France. We usually had to lock him in his room so he wouldn’t roam the streets and eat everything edible. He was obsessed with the food here, especially the bread and biscuits. It’s been two years, and I still can’t get over it. He’s gone. I just can’t believe…”
“Hey,” Marcello placed his hand on his shoulder, a sparkly engagement ring dazzle under the evening sun. The sky was ablaze with the fire of the setting sun, it stood amidst a blanket of dusty gold – a lone star stood nearby the sinking sun.
“I’m sure if Zamora was here he wouldn’t want you to be sad, and I don’t want you to be sad either. I’m sure he’s watching us from Heaven, or maybe Hell, ’cause all Mafia men go to Hell.”
The two of them chuckled.
Marcello leaned on the protective rails and Zorro slung his arm around his shoulders. The pair gazed at the beautiful and heartwarming sunset.
“I miss him.” Zorian admitted with a sigh.
“I know, Zorro, I know. But his passing is a reminder that if you stay in the Mafia business there are only two endings: D**th or Prison. I don’t want that for you, I’m glad you left after El Diablo went to prison. It’s sad, and then he went to an asylum because he couldn’t handle Zamora’s tragic d**th.” he shook his head pitiful.
“Hmm. Sad, yes, but I’m happy to be here. El Santé’s in America somewhere living his best life, I hope he’s alright, but let’s not dwell on that. We came here to celebrate our engagement.” Zorian smiled and intertwined his fingers with Marcello’s.
“Indeed we did.”
“You look beautiful in the sunlight, has anyone ever told you that?”
“Many people have. They say the sun agrees with me.” his cheeks turned pink, and he looked away.
“Good for you. The only thing that Bîtch does it burn the sh!t out of me.”
“Zorro!”
“What? I’m not lying,” he laughed aloud and squeezed Marcello’s hand. “Paris is so beautiful, I love it here. We should definitely live here after the wedding, I mean, there’s nothing for us in the States.”
“I was thinking the exact same thing. Yes, let’s move to Paris after getting married. We can adopt cats, lots of cats, and maybe a dog.”
“Anything you want, Marci I’ll give you wh@tëver you want.” he rubbed his forehead against Marcello’s, both smiling with much enthusiasm.
When they pulled away they stared deeply into each other’s eyes.
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“?? ???,” Marcello replied, heart fluttering.
Together they watched the sun set before leaving to a nearby expensive restaurant to not only celebrate their engagement, but to plan a life together – once they’ll live right there in France.
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On the outskirts of Falkon City, Meira Kameron is sitting in the backyard around a table with two young children. One with black hair and another with blonde hair. She wondered what she was going to tell her children when they got older and wanted to know who their father’s are. Although she prepares herself mentally for that conversation every passing day, she’s still far from ready to venture into her catastrophic past.
Her beauty has withered over the years. She was still gorgeous with jaw-dropping features. Her eyes still round and sparkly, hair not waist-length and rich in blackness, and she got two tattoos on her arm. They were quotes once said by the men she loved;
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The word ‘miss’ isn’t even to describe what she feels. Even after everything, she’d give the world to see her boys again. She wished everything that happened in the past didn’t happen. Zayde is d**d because Ryat k!lled him, and Ryat later drowned by committing su!cide. She lost the men she loved and now has two miniature versions of them. Meira sheds tears of heartbreak everyday.
If it wasn’t for their Füçked up families, none of this would have happened. So Meira doesn’t put all the blame on Ryat for what he did, thought it’s still unforgivable, but what’s the point when both of the men she’d ever – and will ever – love are no longer living? There is no point in vexing. All she can do is raise her boys to be better men that their fathers – because they weren’t exactly perfect, in fact, miles far from that – and keep them as far away from the Mafia as possible.
Meira wishes one thing: that in her next life, she’ll meet them again, and this time things would be far different from what happened in this life.
“Mama,” a tiny voice made her jolt out of her reverie. “Mama, water run from eye!” the little black-haired amber-eyed boy – Dominic Garcia-Hamilton – pointed at her face.
“Oh, sweetie, mommy’s just crying.” she sniffed, before she could wipe her tears she felt small chubby hands on her face. She turned and saw her golden-haired silver-eyed other son – Kade Garcia-Hamilton – drying her tears. It warmed her tremendously.
They were an adorable set of twins with similar personalities to their fathers. Dom kissed Meira on the cheek then went to the other seat where Kade stood, he turned and glared at his brother – but that only made Dom smile and hug him. Kade shook his head but still smiled and reciprocated.
Kade looked like Neon but had the personality of Ryat, while it was the opposite for Dom. She wished they were alive and could meet their kids.
“Children, would you like some ice cream?” she asked softly.
“Eww,” Kade said and rolled his eyes.
“Yay!” his brother replied excitedly.
She started laughing at their reactions but just then, Katniss came running breathlessly toward her. Kat almost fell over trying to get to them as fast as possible, but she reached and placed her gands on her knees as she caught her breath. She had sustained some serious burns, but with some surgery it made her skin look flawlessly perfect.
“Meira… They’re… They’re here! And they’re alive!”
Her heart stopped. “Who? Don’t.. But that’s…”
“Mei bae,” Katniss panted. “Get your butt up. Your son’s biological fathers are here and they want to see you. Yes, both of them. I can’t believe they’re alive. It still feels like a dream, but trust me Meira, this ain’t no prank. They’re in the living room.”
Meira stood up and looked at Kade and Dominic.
“Take Dom,” she said quickly and picked up Kade. Kat picked up Dom and both rushed into the mansion owned by her fiancé. Upon entering the air was thick with tension, but they were there.
Korpse, Venom, and Bandit were standing in a group across from Carnage and Neon with wide eyes. The three looked at each other wondering if what they’re seeing is correct, or maybe it was two men in costume’s playing some sick prank.
Meira gasped and fell to her knees. Her men, her lover’s, they were alive and standing in her home.
“Is this a joke? Yo who the Füçk are you two clowns dressed in costumes?” Venom said with all the aggression he could muster.
“I h@të clowns.” Ryat said coldly.
“I know.” Zayde replied with a smile, obviously earning a chilling glare from Ryat. “I ain’t wrong.”
The boys almost fainted. From the bickering alone and their unmistakable voices, they could tell it really was their friends. They didn’t know what to feel, or how to react, they thought the two were d**d – but instead they were standing before them looking charmingly deadly. It really is them.
At first they were skeptical and reluctant to go near the two men, but Bandit, overcome with emotions, found himself edging towards them with an aching heart and an overflow of hot tears.
The others tried to stop him, but he kept going without caring. “Ryat? Zayde? Am I dreaming? Is this a joke or a prank? No…this isn’t real. You two are d**d.”
“Aviel, c’mon man, it’s us.” Neon stepped forward, smiling at him. “We’re back from the d**d.”
There was a pause, then without thinking, Bandit pulled Neon into a hug and cried in his embrace. It felt good being among his friends again, and that brought tears to his eyes. He missed them more than he thought you did.
“I-I… I thought you d**d… I thought h-he k!lled you…” Bandit cried on Neon’s shoulder as he gently patted his back. “You’re back… You’re here with us again… Oh my God!”
As they cried in their reunion, Venom eventually joined it and cried alongside them. The only person who didn’t joined the hug – different from the females – was Korpse. He was too busy staring at Ryat, remembering the promise they’d made that he ended up breaking. Ryat stared back at Korpse, and soon began approaching, slowly.
“Don’t you dare come near me.” he said sternly.
“Godfrey,” Ryat said, “It’s not what you think. Trust me. I never changed…but I admit I made some Sh|tty decisions with the influence from the gang.”
“I don’t want your excuses.”
“It’s not an excuse, it’s the truth. If I’d changed I wouldn’t have did what I did to Neon. I thought he hurt you guys, I got false proof of it and believed. I was st*pid, I should’ve called and checked in with you guys first. I never switched up, you guys mean the world to me – and I know this isn’t going to change or help anything, but it’s a start. I’m sorry, Godfrey, to you, to Aviel, to Killian, to Zayde and…” Ryat scrunched his brows and looked around, that’s when he saw her – the love of his life, on her knees with two small children holding hands next to her. “Meira. I owe all of you an apology.”
“He’s saying the truth.” Zayde said from where he stood. “He didn’t switch up. What he did wrong was believe what they said, but it’s understandable given the fact that clear evidence was provided. But dammit, you called me you m*r*n. I lost my brother because of you and I near d@mn d**d. But all of this, guys, ain’t our fault – it was their fault, the Cartel and the Mafia. And they’re all d**d now. My other brother’s in France with his fiancé, El Diablo is in an Asylum, Lady Danger’s d**d, Wolfgang is God knows where, and the war is over. We can start over now, together.
“But you, Ryat. I understand everything, but you still have to make up for some of the sh!t you’ve done. And the first is, you’re taking a picture with a clown.” he crossed his arms, everyone looked at Neon weirdly but he made up his mind. “Yeah. I said that. You owe me, the boys, and Meira, big time.”
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