I woke up the next morning in my usual cheerful self well, as cheerful as I could get. After I came home from the meat shop I took a hot shower to cleanse my skin from the splatters of blood, promising myself to take another hot shower in the morning to totally get rid of the smell. Once I was done, I skipped down the stairs to eat a quick breakfast. Mom must have gone to work while I am still in the shower. A five-dollar bill was pinned on the wall near the fridge together with a note.
She’s been the Mayor’s secretary for three years. I knew she didn't exactly like her job but as long as it can feed the both of us, she'll endure it.
I smiled at her sweet note that says ‘Good luck, Sweetie. Luv u.’
“Love you too, mom,” I said in the air.
I would be graduating from high school in a month and I'm very excited about it. Speaking of which Vince would be here any moment now so I slurped down my cereal in one go, creating a d
I was used to being in the shadows. Used of easily blending in the sea of students flooding the hallways.I am an outcast.A nobody.A wallflower.And I'm okay with it.So imagine everyone's shocked and bewildered faces when Vincenzo Romano suddenly invited me to ride with him in his car. Asking girls to ride with him in his car was Vincenzo's M.O when picking his new flavor of the week. The downside of it was you can't say no.Vincenzo always gets what he wants. If someone ever says no to him they must be prepared to uproot their life on Brakstone and live as far as possible.The Romanos were the actual hell on earth.One simple invite had made my meticulously inconspicuous planned life thrown into waste. But then, I have to start somewhere. The moment I let my existence known to Nicholas, I know I also need to get close to Vincenzo and make him notice me, damn the consequences.The next morning after the most interesti
The moment I realized that no one was coming to save me, I had become my own hero.I have killed and slaughtered without care. The truth is I don't have any recollection of how or what did I do. I completely zoned out, consumed with anger and loathing. I only saw black as I felt myself drowning in a molasses-like daze. And there's no other way out but to swim through it and to fight it.I wouldn't be here if I didn't break through that hell.After I burned down that cursed orphanage I got thrown into, I learned how hard to live in a world full of deceit and greed. A world far more worst than the beatings I got from my father.Those things were just physical.The orphanage did a number on my head. The horrible things the orphanage did to me were something no child could ever forget. It was forged and branded on every fiber of my being.The feeling of someone degrading you mentally and physically could slowly drain and kill a child's will to l
Have you ever felt so elated that you could jump on a cliff without minding if you’d break a bone or plummet to your death?How about the feeling, like the world is at the palm of your hands and you could easily crush and manipulate it to appease your ever-changing mood?Or perhaps the promised thrill and adrenaline coursing through your veins of blowing someone’s head in just a snap of your fingers?Power.That’s right. That’s what I felt when Vince finally asked me to be his girlfriend, officially. Not that I have grown to like him. That won't happen. I swear it’s nothing like that. It’s the feeling of control over him and his head that makes me giddy with excitement.I'm one step closer to my goal.Now, all I need to do is worm my way around his life and wrap him around my fingers. I want him to become my marionette—a puppet I could control.How fun could that be?Maybe more fu
A devious smile crept out of my face as I was flipped, my body unceremoniously bent over on a small table near the staircase.“You want it rough huh?” He then cupped my bare breasts from the back. Feeling, kneading, and pinching it making me squirm at the white-hot pleasure he’s sending to my core.“Give me your best shot.” I hissed, breathlessly. I heard him growl at the challenge then––the door slammed wide open.I instantly pushed Vincent off, arrange my rumpled clothes as fast as I could before rushing to my mom. Her body shook in every sob while she was holding on to what appeared to be a box containing her office things.I turned to look at Vince, giving him a meaningful stare. A conflicted look passed through his face before nodding his head. “I'll just be outside,” he murmured which I nodded my head without turning to his retreating back.I ushered mom inside her room, my h
I stood rigid on the first row of pews, my fingers bunched into a fist as I watched my mom's friends and colleagues made a beeline to throw a fistful of mud and flower as for tradition before returning to their cars.Vincenzo stood beside me all throughout the whole ordeal with his comforting presence and a permanent scowl on his face, offering his support without saying a word.The morning I came home from babysitting baby Sam, the house was swarming with police, EMTs, and reporters.It was a chaotic sight.I felt nothing as I watch my mom's lifeless body was tucked inside a body bag before getting rolled inside the ambulance parked on our lawn.No one seemed to see me and no one seemed to care to seek and give comfort to me which I didn't mind at all. Vincenzo was also there, he'd been the first on the scene when I asked him to check on my mom because she was ignoring my calls throughout the night. And besides, I just can't leave a five-year-old
It doesn't hit me until much later how alone I am or the emptiness I felt from a long ago suddenly felt heavy.I tilted my head heavenward, trying to find an answer that was most probably not there, wondering if there were really an omnipotent being watching, unseen from above that could answer my questions.I blew out a breath.My mind drifted to my adopted mother. Did I regret killing the woman that has given me everything a mother should have?Absolutely not.Do I feel sad sitting on the kitchen counter with the deafening silence around me?No.Killing Rose had been in her and mine's best interest. I either kill her to make an entrance into Vincenzo's secret life or get killed by the criminal organization by association with me when they'll discover my lies.For the nth time, I pick up my phone and stared at it, begging for it to ring or something because sometimes the deafening silence becomes too much that it feels like dr
“Vince,” a familiar-looking guy immediately greeted Vince, slightly bowing his head as we exited the house.“Bill, Ryan I'd like you to meet my girlfriend Laura. Laura this is Bill and that guy in the car is Ryan, they're my friends and also my bodyguards.“Hi, it's nice to meet the two of you,” I murmured politely, tucking my hair behind my ear.“Laura,” Bill said like his testing my name on his mouth, intently staring at me while Ryan just gave me a non-commental nod.While Ryan is a new face, I knew Bill. He's one of the boys in the orphanage. It had been eight years since we last saw each other but I knew, without my makeup, he'll immediately recognize me.When Bill continue to stare at me, Vince snapped at him with a snarl. “Bill, she's my girlfriend not one of your wh*res.”“My apologies,” He turned, his eyes troubled.After introducing me to his friends doubled a
I may not believe in an omnipotent being, fate, or destiny but I understood the mind's will to survive even if the body could barely stand. It's human nature and that's what I did and will always do.I fought and I survive.I had told myself countless of times that an enemy is always what they are—enemy. But as I stared at Vincenzo's frantic and worried eyes always darting on me I realize it's hard to have a firm grip on my version of reality when the world is showing me a different version of it. It was almost like walking on a cloud of dreams; surreal and vibrant without meaning it too.In my head, I imagined Vincenzo's cool and indifferent face with contempt and distrust swimming in the depths of his eyes as he stared at me. I imagine him throwing Bill a look of pity. But none of those were in his eyes.He almost looked human with a soul.When the vengeful part of me can't take the picture of his troubled face anymore, that part of me was
I walked blindly, my body shaking as I tried to find my way back towards the boutique where I purchased the three pairs of expensive shoes. The moment I saw the stranger that has my father’s face I felt like I was choking on the air I breathed. I wish I could feel anything other than the torture and pain I had gone through in his hands, but as I continue to walk, the more morbid my mind went through.I killed him. I know I do. His remains remained untouched in the old mansion and yet I saw him conniving with one of Vincenzo’s men.Then who the heck did I see?Father is dead. I made sure of it. It can't be him. There's no way in hell that that was my father. It can't be true. Or maybe I'm just hallucinating and seeing things I wanted so badly to forget. Probably, a price I needed to pay for refusing to bend down and succumb to everything I have been through. And no, I refuse to be in his shadow again. Or maybe all this time I am still in his shadow only I did not walk behind him I was
Now, if you ask me where I would be ten years after killing my father I would enthusiastically say prison or six feet below the ground. Hitting the streets was a suicidal move especially because I didn't know a thing about living outside the basement of my father's mansion. But like a shadow in the dark, I blend in easily with minimal setbacks. You probably know the story of why I let a woman con me into living in an orphanage so I won't tell anymore.Last night while visiting the attic I stumble on a box full of old pictures and certifications. You wouldn't probably believe what a treasure it was. They said to know your enemy you must retrace their past and I did just that. By looking through the old photographs and early certifications on the legal business side of the organization I uncover secrets worth keeping.The woman wearing red lipstick, (sorry but I did not know her name would be relevant to the story), yes the one who fooled me into joining the orphans was
Now I'm torn between selling Rose's house or keeping it since I sort of moved in with Vincenzo. Vincenzo, of course, wanted me to sell it, ensuring that I would be totally and completely dependent on him in the remaining weeks before our graduation.Gosh, what I have created?It had been three days since that night when I killed Bill and Vincenzo brought me to his home. It had been a dream come true. Later that day I realized, making Vincenzo trust me and infiltrating the organization had been the only easiest parts. The real challenge is to become one of them and to be able to hold a spot within their circle aside from being Vincenzo's fúckbuddy.Maybe if I kill Matias…I let the thought trail off. It would be a fantastic move but a terrible addition to my plan. I can't have two of their assassins die in my hands. I've been lucky the first time, I don't know if I could hitchhike through the second death within their circle especially if the
My first live torture show happened at two in the morning while Vincenzo was sound asleep. It wasn't my intention to watch such a show but as I snoop around their freaking palace the first thing I stumbled was a bloody man slumped on the floor while a menacing-looking man, maniacally laughing while he cut and punch the poor man.To some, it might sound serious and life-changing, but to me, it just makes me curious and excited. It's different when I'm the one doing the deed or I'm on the receiving end of such brutality rather than just being a voyeur reaping the benefits of it. I know I'm being hypocritical, prancing around with my imaginary sword, pretending to be noble but the moment the curtain closed my soul's true color bleeds its true nature.Nicholas had been right and I've been too angry to see the truth.The agonizing cry snapped me out of my internal monologue. Immediately, I felt giddy I could not almost suppress it. It feels like there's a bubble grow
I may not believe in an omnipotent being, fate, or destiny but I understood the mind's will to survive even if the body could barely stand. It's human nature and that's what I did and will always do.I fought and I survive.I had told myself countless of times that an enemy is always what they are—enemy. But as I stared at Vincenzo's frantic and worried eyes always darting on me I realize it's hard to have a firm grip on my version of reality when the world is showing me a different version of it. It was almost like walking on a cloud of dreams; surreal and vibrant without meaning it too.In my head, I imagined Vincenzo's cool and indifferent face with contempt and distrust swimming in the depths of his eyes as he stared at me. I imagine him throwing Bill a look of pity. But none of those were in his eyes.He almost looked human with a soul.When the vengeful part of me can't take the picture of his troubled face anymore, that part of me was
“Vince,” a familiar-looking guy immediately greeted Vince, slightly bowing his head as we exited the house.“Bill, Ryan I'd like you to meet my girlfriend Laura. Laura this is Bill and that guy in the car is Ryan, they're my friends and also my bodyguards.“Hi, it's nice to meet the two of you,” I murmured politely, tucking my hair behind my ear.“Laura,” Bill said like his testing my name on his mouth, intently staring at me while Ryan just gave me a non-commental nod.While Ryan is a new face, I knew Bill. He's one of the boys in the orphanage. It had been eight years since we last saw each other but I knew, without my makeup, he'll immediately recognize me.When Bill continue to stare at me, Vince snapped at him with a snarl. “Bill, she's my girlfriend not one of your wh*res.”“My apologies,” He turned, his eyes troubled.After introducing me to his friends doubled a
It doesn't hit me until much later how alone I am or the emptiness I felt from a long ago suddenly felt heavy.I tilted my head heavenward, trying to find an answer that was most probably not there, wondering if there were really an omnipotent being watching, unseen from above that could answer my questions.I blew out a breath.My mind drifted to my adopted mother. Did I regret killing the woman that has given me everything a mother should have?Absolutely not.Do I feel sad sitting on the kitchen counter with the deafening silence around me?No.Killing Rose had been in her and mine's best interest. I either kill her to make an entrance into Vincenzo's secret life or get killed by the criminal organization by association with me when they'll discover my lies.For the nth time, I pick up my phone and stared at it, begging for it to ring or something because sometimes the deafening silence becomes too much that it feels like dr
I stood rigid on the first row of pews, my fingers bunched into a fist as I watched my mom's friends and colleagues made a beeline to throw a fistful of mud and flower as for tradition before returning to their cars.Vincenzo stood beside me all throughout the whole ordeal with his comforting presence and a permanent scowl on his face, offering his support without saying a word.The morning I came home from babysitting baby Sam, the house was swarming with police, EMTs, and reporters.It was a chaotic sight.I felt nothing as I watch my mom's lifeless body was tucked inside a body bag before getting rolled inside the ambulance parked on our lawn.No one seemed to see me and no one seemed to care to seek and give comfort to me which I didn't mind at all. Vincenzo was also there, he'd been the first on the scene when I asked him to check on my mom because she was ignoring my calls throughout the night. And besides, I just can't leave a five-year-old
A devious smile crept out of my face as I was flipped, my body unceremoniously bent over on a small table near the staircase.“You want it rough huh?” He then cupped my bare breasts from the back. Feeling, kneading, and pinching it making me squirm at the white-hot pleasure he’s sending to my core.“Give me your best shot.” I hissed, breathlessly. I heard him growl at the challenge then––the door slammed wide open.I instantly pushed Vincent off, arrange my rumpled clothes as fast as I could before rushing to my mom. Her body shook in every sob while she was holding on to what appeared to be a box containing her office things.I turned to look at Vince, giving him a meaningful stare. A conflicted look passed through his face before nodding his head. “I'll just be outside,” he murmured which I nodded my head without turning to his retreating back.I ushered mom inside her room, my h