Private Teacher

Chapter 25: Man of honor

🖋In the back of my mind, you died. And I didn't even cry, not a single tear - Romantic Homocide🖋

Killians POV

I grumbled under my breath as I tried to organize my paperwork. It's hard to admit but having two time consuming jobs leaves me burnt out.

But it's not like I can take a break, I promised my father I would work hard everyday since I didn't want to join him and the rest of the family.

I let out a sigh, thinking about how eventually I'm gonna have to take over my father's position.

I hate even thinking about that, it reminds me of my childhood..

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24 Years ago.. (3rd person)

Killian laid in his bed, replaying the same song over and over again. But not because he wanted too... he wanted something that would drain out the noise that was coming from downstairs.

He was probably about eight years old at the time, many boys around his age started their training. People often pressured him because they knew he was the fated heir to the don.

Rattle rattle

Little Killian jumped at the sound of his doorknob opening. He quickly yanked the covers over his head, feigning sleep.

"I know you're awake."

A cold chill went down his spine at the sound of his father's voice, he had a specific rule to be in bed early.

Slowly, he lowered the blanket "Father.." he said in a forced monotone voice. The men in the mafia where always taught to hide their emotions.

"Follow me son.. it's time you become a man of honor" his father's thick Italian accent spoke out.

Killian knew this day would come. Being a man of honor was the most important thing to his father.

Killians small legs slid off the bed before standing up.

he was scared, but he knew he couldn't let his father know that. His father's punishments where very cruel, he showed no mercy even to his own family.

His father turned on his heels, expecting killian to follow after him as he exits the room. Which he did.

"Today, you learn what happens when someone breaks their oath to omerta" his father says, a dark undertone to his voice.

Killian nodded hesitantly. He had heard of omerta, a lot of the honorable men has it tattooed on their body. The word meant 'code of silence'. You have swear to omerta in order to be a honorable man.

The father and son duo made their way downstairs, they stopped in front of a door that was usually locked. Killian had always been quite curious about what played beyond the door, he had heard many rumors of this room from the maids.

The door was pushed open by his father.

Killians eyebrows screwed together. The room was empty... besides a wooden chair in the center with a beaten and bloody man strapped to it.