Chapter 3

Chapter Three: Uriah King

URIAH KING

I wiped the blood off my hands with a sigh, my eyes boring at the three lifeless bodies in front of me. A family of three with multiple stabs in their bodies, leaving them to bleed to death. 

"Clean this mess. Make sure no one finds out. If there is a witness, make sure they keep their mouths shut." I said like a broken robot without looking at my men. 

I went to the nearby bathroom to clean my hands and get rid of the evidence, knowing full well that I have men I can trust to cover the evidence and make sure the cops won't find anything. Not that anyone in this country had the power to lock me up. 

Who would dare go against the Mafia? And harm the heir at that? No one. 

"Are you really going back home?" Killian, who was leaning against the door, asked me. 

I pulled out my handkerchief to wipe my face and hands before answering him. "I am. It's been what, ten years since they practically threw me to my uncle's arms, don't you think? It's about time I go home before I replace my uncle as the don. F*ck."

I was thirteen when they shoved me to my uncle's arms to be trained to be his heir instead of Irah, my twin. They didn't even think twice before thrusting me to this dangerous world, saying Irah was weaker and he wouldn't survive. I didn't know if I should be glad they thought so highly of me or hurt that they didn't even ask what I wanted. I wanted to be a chef, a world famous chef, traveling around the world teaching students my recipe, and feeding people with my delicious food. Well, that isn't possible now that my fate was to take over King Mafia to be the next Mafia Lord, kill our enemies, protect the family. 

When I first came to Uncle Marcus' house, I hid in the room he gave me. I cried for my parents and hoped they would change their mind and save me. Then the next day, I started to curse and resent my Marcus and his wife for not having a child or just adopting. No, it just has to be a legitimate King's blood, and that made me hate being born into the family. Finally after three days of starving myself and wallowing in self-pity, I decided enough was enough and walked out of the room to accept my fate. Surprisingly, Marcus didn't immediately force me to hold a gun. He made me familiarize myself with the place and associate myself with every member of the Mafia for a year. At thirteen to fourteen years old, he made me go through an intense training to build my muscles and strengthen my body. Finally at fifteen, he taught me how to fight. I had to learn three types of training, karate, judo and even boxing. 

I held my first gun at sixteen. I remember being terrified at first, but then as I was introduced to different kinds of guns, I started to feel fascinated. Unfortunately, my fascination didn't last long when Marcus made me watch how he kills a whole family for betraying the mafia. To make matters worse, he handed me his golden pistol and ordered me to kill the father. I strongly refused, hell, who wanted to kill a father when I had a father myself? I was sixteen. I should be exploring the world, experiencing my youth, having first kiss and losing my virginity but f*ck, Marcus threatened to kill the little boy that was left the family if I don't kill David, the one who betrayed him. Looking at the little boy who couldn't be older than five, I had no choice but to pull the trigger, shooting David between the eyes, watching life left his eyes. 

But right in front of me, Marcus still killed the little boy I remembered to be named as Ethan, telling me that he would betray and take revenge when he's older. Marcus was ruthless. What he did was inhumane and I started to hate him, but as I got older, I finally realized why he was the way he was. 

I was eighteen then. We were having dinner in a restaurant. Marcus, his wife Emma, her sister, Mariel and me. I was silently playing with my food, not having any appetite because I was never comfortable with them. All of a sudden, a man barged in and shot Mariel in the heart without any remorse and he was killed before he could shoot Marcus or Emma. As Mariel breathed her last, I remembered who the man was. He was the  only son of a betrayer that Marcus killed and I spared. My eyes met my uncle's and his eyes were telling me it was my fault. Mariel was always kind to me and treated me like her son, but she died because of me.

All the humanity left in me vanished that night, and I turned into someone I am now. A ruthless, merciless killer who wouldn't hesitate in killing someone. 

I didn't achieve my dream of being a chef, but I guess the only good thing is I would still be holding a knife, huh? 

"Do you think they will throw a party for me?"  I asked Killian with a cold smirk, stepping out of the bathroom and he followed me. 

Killian is my right hand man and he will stay beside me even if I become the new don. He  is the only one I can trust my life with. He proved his loyalty when he didn't hesitate in taking a bullet for me and almost dying. 

"Oh, there is a party, not just for you, but for your twin. Tonight's his graduation party, held at your house." 

I removed my jacket and threw it in the trash along with the things they will get rid of before getting in the car. 

"Great. And I thought I would be getting a decent sleep in my own house." I grumbled under my breath and he started to drive in the direction of the house I never called my home to get my things. It was the mafia's house and nothing more. "Why can't he just throw a party somewhere else? Damn it."

"Your parents allowed him."

I snorted as I rolled my sleeve up to my elbows. "As always. He was the favorite after all. F*ck him. I'll still sleep in my room. I won't be getting a damn hotel when I have my own house."

Our home is only one hour drive away from Marcus' house, yes. I was always near to where my family was, but I was forbidden to approach them or go back home until this year when I was finally ready to take over. 

When we got to the house, I only showered and got dressed before taking my things and we were on the road back home. This is the first time I would be stepping foot back in Brooklyn after more than ten years. Strange enough, I didn't feel a sense of nostalgia. My parents regularly check up on me, but after a year, they aren't allowed to visit anymore and the phone calls are limited. Irah and I, on the other hand, kept in contact since then. It was the only thing Marcus allowed. 

You'd think I would be bitter and hate my twin for my parents' choice, but no, Irah and I were always close ever since we left my mother's womb, and it will stay the same. I love that motherf*cker and he will always be my brother. Through thick and thin. 

When I got home, I saw him standing in front of the house that didn't change much from the one in my memory. I wrapped my younger twin in a tight hug and we caught up. My parents were inside and my mother cried when she saw me, running to my arms and apologizing for sending me to the wolf. I didn't say anything. Even when my dad hugged me with tears in his eyes. 

"You look great, son," he complimented me as he looked at me. Technically, Irah and I still looked the same, but I am more built than him. "I'm sorry."

It was a simple apology but carried a ton. I felt the sincerity in his words and I patted his back. I felt no sense of hate or anger in me anymore. As years passed by, I finally realized why they chose me and why they have no choice. 

We went to the dining area where lunch was ready. We talked, ate, catched up like I wasn't away for so many years and in front of them, I suddenly felt like I was still that young boy, but my experiences made me who I am now. As I sat there, I promised to myself that I will protect this family. From Marcus, his enemies, and everyone else. 

Mother personally took me to my old room where nothing much changed. She told me they had it renovated a bit to make it look like a man's room but my toys and some paintings are still on the wall. 

I was a boy when I left, and I came back as a man void of emotions.

I told them I would be sleeping the whole night because I was tired and not to disturb me. My room was soundproofed so no sound from the outside can wake me up. I was in a deep sleep, surprisingly after a long time, but my senses stayed on alert and I heard the sound of my door opening. I didn't react, however, something tells me I should remain pretending to be asleep. I waited until an addicting scent of vanilla hit my nose. 

I could feel their movement as they walked closer, but when I finally couldn't take their intoxicating scent anymore, I yanked their arm, flipping us over so they were underneath me and I finally saw the shiver bunny in front of me with the help of the moonlight. 

And f*ck, what a temptress she was. I had to stop myself from claiming her right then and there.