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DON’T HAVE
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《 Monsters aren’t born, they’re Made 》
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[# SEASON THREE
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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 Never Your Family.
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[# Chapter Forty-Six
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“Stop, Donatella. I know what you’re doing, you’re trying to poison my mind and make me h@të him, but it won’t work. Screw you,” he stood his ground, refusing to let her corrupt him with her lies.
“Pick. A. Side.” Lady Danger walked to him then stylishly crossed her arms over her chest. “Who is your loyalty pledged to? Us, or that hooligan?”
“I pledge my loyalty to the Bloodlust Bastards,” Ryat fearlessly said.
She laughed, mockingly. Her high-pitched voice making his blood boil and veins swell irritably.
“To who? Your little friends? Nonsense!” she slapped him brutally across the face, the sound echoing throughout the lobby. “Do you think the Mafia is some kind of joke? Something you can play around with as if it is a toy? This is real life. You were born to serve the Ravenhood Mafia, and that is exactly what you will do regardless of what you think or feel. That boy is your enemy. Do you hear me? Enemy! Not. Your. Friend. When will you understand that?”
Ryat looked at her with his blood boiling hotter than a thousand active Volcanoes. She had scratched his cheek with her long black nails.
“Family is above everything in the Mafia. I’ve taught you this. Blood is thicker than water–”
“Sometimes water is better than blood. You have some nerve to mention the word ‘Family’ when you paid someone to send me to jail for five years out of my life. You Füçked my father and made him k!ll my mother. Every bad thing in my life, every problem, you were at the root of it. You do not deserve to even say the word ‘Family’ because you don’t know what the Füçk a Family is!” his hands were shaking from the immense anger surging through his body. His veins were stiff in his arms and hands balled so tight he felt his nails digging into his palms. Even though warm blood trickled down between his fingers and dripped on the floor he balled them even tighter.
“Don’t raise your voice at me!” she raised her hand to hit him again while he reached for his pistol.
“Enough!” Maria parted them, hands on their chests and pushing them away from each other. “That is enough. Donatella! Know your place. This is the Don of the Ravenhood. Don’t ever speak to him as if he is a rookie boy under your control.”
“But Grandmother–”
“Get out of my sight,” she disdainfully looked her up and down. “Dom. Come, walk with me.”
She held his arm and led him to somewhere private where they could speak, leaving Lady Danger fuming in the lobby and screaming at anyone who walked by and looked at her. The two walked in silence except for the clacking of her heels against the shiny floor of the luxury Hotel.
Maria led him to the rooftop where railings were to prevent people from falling off. She reached in her bag and removed a black bandaid, which she placed over the cut on his cheek. They walked to the rails and looked down at the glamorous street lights, cars, buildings, people, among other things – she opened a cigarette box and handed him a cigar.
“I want to tell you a story,” she said after a while. The cool wind blowing her gray hair behind her.
“I’m not a kid,” he replied coldly.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m going to tell it anyway,” she lit his cigar for him right after lighting hers. Another moment of silence passed with just them smoking while gazing into the see of lights. “Once upon a time, there were two little boys. They were the best of friends and promised to always be there for each other. Over the years their bond grew tighter until it was unbreakable – so they thought. One day, one of the friends moved to a different city without saying goodbye. The other was left alone. Over the years, the one that moved became a pro basketball player, the other became a feared drug lord. They never forgot each other.
“The baller went back to his home town and met his old friend. It was as if neither of them ever left. They laughed, smoked, drank and had a good time before the baller had to go back. You know what happened next?” she glanced at Ryat.
He had his arms on the iron railings, absentmindedly staring down at the lights that grew bright the further down the sun went.
He took a brief draw from his cigar and replied, “No. I don’t. Enlighten me.”
Maria smiled at his obvious sarcasm.
“When the baller went home, his friends warned him to stop hanging out with the dr*g dealer. But no matter what they said he kept on doing it – that was his best friend and he loved him like gold. As for the dealer friend, he let the people in his circle poison his mind – they told him his baller friend was hype, a show-off, wasn’t genuine, was a snitch to the cops, and a whole bunch of ludicrous trash. Even though he still loved his friend, he couldn’t help but start seeing him in a different light, a negative one.
“When he got arrested by the police he saw his baller friend leaving the station at that moment. He thought he had snitched on him and was so heartbroken. The dealer friend spent thirteen years in prison, and all through his sentence the baller friend stood by his side – while the dealer’s friend had abandoned him. For years the baller friend looked after him, always brought him food and new expensive close. He even quit his career just to focus on taking care of him – but even though he did all this, the dealer friend h@tëd him deeply. And after thirteen years, it was time for him to be released. You know what’s the first thing he did when he was released from prison?”
“No, I don’t,” Ryat was already bored and annoyed by her and her dumb story. “I can’t wait to know.”
“He shot him d**d.”
Ryat’s head whipped around, eyes bulging with the cigar hanging from his lips. “What?”
“Yes. After being picked up by the baller friend and dropped off in the house he bought for him, the ex-dealer shot him d**d. He blamed him for his arrest, but the reality was the baller was at the station reporting a break-in incident and hadn’t even known he was arrested until the next day. You know who snitched on him? The ex-dealer’s friends who poisoned his mind. By the time he put the pieces together, it was already too late – he was arrested again and got a life sentence without the possibility of parole. Unable to live with the guilt of k!lling his best friend, he hung himself with a sheet in his cell,” she sighed softly. “The End.”
Ryat’s furrowed his brows quizzical. That was a bizarre story. “After everything his friend did for him, he could only return the favor by shooting him d**? Buon dio.”
“The moral lesson of this story: Knowing someone for a very long time and growing up with them means nothing, they can still turn around and stab you in the back as if you never did a d@mn thing for them. Your worst enemy is someone you know, and your biggest fan is someone you don’t. Sometimes in life, those who you except to have your back won’t; that’s why you,” she touched him on the shoulder. “Should always have your back.”
She dropped the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with her heel. “People tend to forget that every enemy was once a friend, and the opposite of love is not hatred, it’s indifference. Having someone h@të you is a lot better than than having someone who doesn’t care about you at all.”
“I don’t understand,” Ryat straightened and looked at her quizzically. “What does this have to do with me or my friend? Are you saying he’s going to betray me some day? How do you know that? I’m confused and demand an explanation.”
She chuckled while shaking her head.
“You are young. Dons are usually in their thirties or forties, you’re the youngest in History. It’s natural you don’t understand a lot of things, but time will teach you. Sometimes, people have to learn things the hard way to understand. The last thing I’m going to say is, don’t forget this story. One day it will all make sense. You just do your best not to end up as the Dealer. One day, this will all fall into place and you’ll understand what I mean,” she held his cheeks and brought his face forward before kissing him on the forehead.
“Woah woah, wait–” she walked around him and entered the elevator. He quickly went in before it went down. “What’s with all of these riddles?”
No matter what he said, Maria never opened her mouth again. After they reached the first floor Ryat prepared to leave with Lady Danger and the others, however, when they were all poled in the vehicles and set to leave something heavy landed on the hood of one of the cars. It the lifeless body of Maria Larussa – Ryat’s Grandmother. She had went back upstairs after everyone had left and jumped off the highest floor. Ultimately taking her own life.
Ryat was now outside of the limousine staring at her lifeless, distorted body. One of her eyeballs hung out of its socket, the other was missing. Her arms and legs were so badly broken her bones pushed out at the joins and random parts, her spine was broken causing her body to bend in half atop the vehicle. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make sense of anything that just happened – not even Lady Danger bawling her eyes out on the floor. She deeply h@tëd Maria, this came as a great shock to himself and the men.
Ice-cold wind blew and Ryat shivered, the hairs on his nape rising and goosebumps prickling his skin. He looked only to realize no tree was moving, usually when wind blew you’d see movement in trees and plants overall. This was even more puzzling to the young Godfather.
“Marcello,” he pushed the weird incident into the back of his mind and called for one of his Capos. The young man sauntered over, forcing a smile for his Don despite the immense pain he was in. Ryat felt soul-crushing guilt. “Good God, what have they done to you?”
“She um, brought me to a room and chained me up. My lie didn’t work on her. She used a 2-by-4 board to beat me until I confessed. Then she made the soldiers I command beat me up and dismissed me as a Capo. I’ve been dropped to the Enforcer rank. It’s okay, though, I’ve always been pretty worthless,” Marcello laughed humourlessly and instantly regretted as it made his fractured ribs ache agonizingly. “Ouch, that hurt, a lot.”
“What?” the Don’s eyes were wide in astonishment. “She can’t do that!”
“Boss, remember one of the main rules in the Mafia? Do not ever lie to a superior,” he gulped and touch his swollen eye. “I don’t think I can see very well, I’m afraid I may need glasses. Hehe.”
Ryat felt as if someone used a hammer to crush his heart. “Marcello, this happened to you because of me. I will take full responsible, do not worry.”
He forced a smile to please his Don. Vision blurring, he began to feel lightheaded. “I don’t feel so good, Boss. I’ll be over there by the fountain, away from everyone. I don’t want to be hit again.”
He started walking away before Ryat got the chance to say anything else. The man balled his fists, feeling unbridled fury drench his heart and darkening it. That woman needs to be taken out.
But first, a funeral must be done for the former Godmother of the Ravenhood Crime Syndicate.
Ryat unlocked his phone and made a call. “Yes. D’angelo, Maria Larussa, also known as Sharp-eye, is deceased. She took her own life a few minutes ago. Start arranging a funeral.”
Meanwhile, Marcello holds onto the wall with the arm that isn’t broken. His vision is swimming and doubling. Every inch of his body aches. They had done an excellent job beating the cr*p out of him, and no one bothered sending him to the hospital. Salty tears force their way out of his swollen eye and burn it, the other one is drenching the bandaid in tears. Marcello knows he’s going to d**, he can sense d**th just around the corner. He swallows hard and forces himself to keep moving when all of a sudden he sees white figures stealthily moving. He can hardly make up what they are but know they’re ghost.
Finally, his time has come.
He gives in and collapses, but before he could hit the ground he was caught in strong arms. The musky scent of blackberries and sweet vanilla engulfing him. Marcello looked up and tried making out the figure who was now carrying him in its arms, but he failed terribly. And before long, he had drifted into unconsciousness while the stranger whisked him away.
“Zorro!”
“What?” the stranger replied.
“How did you get down here so fast? I thought you’d take longer to get down after you pushed Sharp-eye’s old-@ off the roof,” the person laughed derisively. “Zorro, who’s that fella you’re carrying?”
He looked at the unconscious person in his arms.
“I have no idea. Loki, don’t tell anyone you saw me carrying a random stranger, alright?” he said, even though he very well knew he was a member of the enemy gang – but the stranger was in dire need of some help. Enemies or not, he won’t see a man or woman injured and not help. “Bloody Ravens. Is this how they treat their own kind? How pathetic.”
He hurriedly carried the stranger to a white Bugatti and sped off to Hospital.
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Mystique Winderson looked wistfully at the business card a man had given her at the hospital years ago. She driving in a black civic Honda. Ever since the man – Theodore Hamilton – had gave her his card and told her to call him she had not heard from him since. And no matter how many times she called him he wouldn’t answer. In a fit of rage and overwhelming sadness she took up the card, ripped it then threw it out the window.
She waited on him for five years, genuinely believing he was the love of her life, but once again hef love ended pathetically. She huffed and drove into the parking lot of a luxurious 5-star restaurant intending to treat herself to a nice dinner since no man wants to do it for her. Missy parked and exited the vehicle, not noticing that she dropped a blue towel she carried to wipe her face.
Missy went inside the restaurant and ordered an expensive meal and ate it in aggravating aloneness. There were couples seated all around her, she was the only person sitting alone. After she ate half the meal she paid the hefty price and left a massive tip for the waitress so she could go on a date with her boyfriend of ten years. As soon as she exited she burst into tears and rushed into the dark parking lot so that no one would see her crying.
Now more than ever, she believed nobody on earth wanted her – until she felt a light tap on her shoulder. Sniffing, she turned around and froze.
“Excuse me, beautiful miss, but I’m afraid you accidentally dropped your towel.” the man’s thick Russian accent sent shockwaves to her core.
“Uh…Oh, dear,” she took the towel without breaking eye contact.
The man has shiny grat hair with a few blacks in the mix, and his beard was no different – he was a tall silver fox with a perfectly chiseled jawline and an extremely muscular frame. He wore a stunning gray suit with shoes and tie to match, the rare rolex on his left wrist was silver. His dull pink lips curled into a smile, eyes wrinkling at the corners forming crow feet. The only flaw to his impeccable handsomeness was a nasty scar that was clear evidence of an animal clawing at the left side of his face. This made him incredibly intimidating and scary.
Luckily, Missy had a thing for much older men.
“What is your name? If I may ask. Surely a lovely young woman like you has an even lovelier name,” he took her hand politely and turned it around to kiss the back. His neatly trimmed beard scratched her skin and made her melt into nothingness.
“Mystique Winderson, but you can call me Missy,” she replied, already love-struck.
“How about I call you mine?” his lips quirked up at one side.
“That…that,” she gulped. “Would be even better. I also wouldn’t mind if you called me your good little sl*t–” she slapped her mouth shut, eyes wide. “Oh my God, no, I swear I didn’t mean that!”
The man chuckled, the deepness of his voice making her shiver. “Do not apologize, I’m rather flattered you have a degradation kink. I must say, Mystique, your name is breathtaking. You have successfully piqued my interest. Could I perhaps take you out to dinner one of these fine days?”
“Yes! Yes of course! But I still don’t know your name. Would you mind telling me?” she tried not to get lost in his dreamy, dazzling turquoise eyes.
“Mikhael Yevgeniyovich Vasiliev, but you can call me,” he kissed her knuckles softly. “Wolfgang.”
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