Chapter 1

❤Nicolas point of view❤

A quick glance around the surrounding making it familiar for me of why the place is like this. 

Basically a torn out castle, on the roof of which hundreds of men assembling. 

" Eagles" One of my men whispers in my ears making it clear for me, why the eagle tattoo is revealing in a good show along their forearm. 

"stiamo rispettando le vostre richieste"

(we are complying with your demands )I say, just as an information to settle in their fucking brains. 

I could see one of their men, smirking.. guess he is the leader, I don't fucking care, what's making me calmer is the site of his skull being ripped apart and that pea sized brain being flustered with blood all over. 

" my khotim porty dlya biznesa" he says, without getting even a single word of Russian, I guessed from his expression, he is demanding for more. 

"They are demanding our ports for business, and that too.... " The translator went silent.. as he saw the rage bewildered inside me. 

Eagles are one of the most nagging Russian mafias I have ever came across, they are distinguished traffickers of teenage girls and ladies around the age of twenties , I allowed them to deal with drugs without being arrested from Italian police, I complied with their demands hoping that they'll shut out their human trafficking business, exactly the thing which I despise the most is human trafficking and that too of teenage girls. 

I clenched my jaws and let out an audible sigh as I thought about her... Alessa. 

The man that seems around of my age comes in front of me, one of the eagles, my men immediately get attentive bringing out the required amos. 

My face expressionless, as he probably tries to read it, he sits on the chair against me and smirks. 

"my budem pirovat' s nashey luchshey devushkoy" he says as he lits out his cigar, blowing the rings against the soft air. 

I remain silent tolerating his shit... interpreting to which extent he can go. 

He signals his men.. and  they nod. 

And then there comes a soft fragile soul, her mouth being tied, her hands chained... she was whimpering in Russian in God knows what. 

The one thing I can comprehend that she is broken. 

" Privedi syuda Alessu"

(Bring Alessa over here)

He signals his men, and they do exactly what he asked for. 

They make them sit on her squatting position her hand behind her torso, she was looking feeble, vulnerable, as if she wasn't fed for days. 

She had dark circles. 

"ona tebe nravilas'"

(This one is for you) he smirks, making my blood boil from inside. 

I don't get Russian but his constant smirks are making me sick. 

My translator translates his offer, and without wasting a second I pull my trigger right into his head. 

His smirk dies, as my bullet goes straight to his fucking head, now it's my time to smirk. 

For a second his men were dead shocked, their capo was dead obviously, but this is the least I could care for. 

They try to pull out their guns, a commotion and hustle fills up the environment when they try to shoot me, but my men were fast, they capture every single one of them, making captive under my mercy. 

"Thank you" that girl had tears in her eyes, I clench my jaws , without saying anything, I immediately head to my car. 

" This means war capo" Luca ,my brother says lighting his cigar. 

" Do you think I care!!! " I say, he bows his head

He shruggs and started looking outside of the window. 

I got to know, the man I killed was none other than Russian mafia's son Leonid. 

I immediately lit my cigarette, working on my laptop. 

" Capo, they'll block our trade!!! " This voice belongs to Luca. 

" In Russia!! " I clear him, my expressions calm. 

I don't bother, I am least bothered for those, my trade is already well established across the world and I don't need Russians. 

" But... " Luca tries to proceed further when I stop him. 

" Where is she?? " 

" who?? "

" Alessa" I swallow a lump in my throat. 

Luca gave me an unreadable expression, he must be stunned. 

"you did this for.... her!! " Luca's voice was shattering after a long pause

" nope! " I didn't bother to look at him, I don't care for other, I'm a selfish man, already living my life in blood shot world. 

He nods, I was shocked cause Luca can't leave a Matter without investigation. 

"we are here" He informs me and I got down , looking at the huge mansion, Costello's engraved on the name plate. 

Amidst the dark, I still remember her.. Alessa, my light, my sister, I had always loved from my heart, the only river of calmness in my chaotic ocean. 

I was thinking about her lively soul, when the sleep engulfed me. 

I was used to being tortured by my father, exactly rightly heard, my real father, as my mom used to say. 

I still remember, the whips flashed on my cream skin, and the marks are still there, they are the proof, that I am ruthless and heartless now. 

They call me, Capo.. but I know I'm no more than a blood hungry monster everyone fears. 

I am like this, cause my circumstances build me like this, and honestly I don't have any sympathy over me. 

It was my destiny , my fate to become the most cruel mafia leader, and I'm. 

And the sole reason of these chaos is, Dimitri.. my mom's lover, the person due to whom my life turned upside down. 

What does a person wish for, a father, mother, a brother, sister , a bit of happiness, I had them all, but the only thing missing was happiness. 

Dimitri made me like this, the lover of my mother to whom she was crazy for, she sweared her life for him, but what did he do, he just left her in seconds making her loose her mental stability. 

Everything was perfect, when dad, my father, or then a Capo, turned to be heartless towards me, beating the shit out of me, suspecting my existence, if I was Dimitri's flesh and blood. 

Every time he used to drink, he used to hit me with the nearest sharpest object aside, I still remember when I was eleven he crashed a whiskey bottle on my forehead, leaving a scar on my head. 

I used to weep at my torments and my little angel, my Alessa used to heal them , by consoling me, by applying the ointment with her gentle little hands. 

But then the day came when I heard the worst news of my life, my sister, was kidnapped, and sold to Russians, since then, I never knew her whereabouts, that day, even a single bit of humanity and emotions died inside me, making me

 the way I am now. 

They call me villian, I'm... there isn't a single doubt on this fact, I know, I'm a villian, a monster, I know I have Orphaned kids, I am reason of many women being widows at this age. 

But do I care?? no, I don't know.. I just want this to end, but I know this will never end.. 

They call me orphan, yes I'm an orphan, I happened to murder my own dad, The Capo, a reason will always be there. 

Nothing happens without a reason, I know, he was trying to rape a woman half of his age, and she was whimpering in pain, I never wanted to do this , but I did, when she called me son... 

I shot his head just in a single bullet, and captured the throne as Capo, Luca didn't have any emotions left for our bastard father, he started considering work as his life, since the accident. 

Now the only mission of my life is find Dimitri and make his life a living hell, and I'll soon do that.

Hey dear readers  please do consider reading the story,, it's unedited, therefore may contain some mistakes but I'm sure you'll be submerged in the characters and the tale❤