{With every sun comes a new day, a new beginning.}
{A hope that things will be better today than they were yesterday.}
{And yet, she dared not lift the veil that protected her face from the eyes of outsiders as there is already too little in this wo...
He twirled and moved comfortably on his large royal bed that was kept at the center of his spacious room before he opened his eyelids. He used his eyeballs to scan his environment without moving his head then he smiled.
"Good morning Raoul!" He sang with his husky voice then let out a laughter that roared across the walls of his room.
The room was almost empty yet had many things inside of it. There were many things visible ranging from his mafia themed Italian bed set, a large mirror on one of his designed walls, chairs, stuffed wide stool and other things all in black and feint touches of gold.
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Everything else he valued were kept inside his closet just before the bathroom or the conjure.
It had been Raoul's routine to greet himself every morning he wakes up in comfort ever since he escaped the hell of an alpha. He had not only suffered while with that alpha but he also was deprived his right to comfort.
Even as a kid, Raoul made sure to enjoy comfort to its fullest, he hated anywhere he wouldn't get comfortable. And that was the same reason he killed the alpha to escape what he took as hell.
But killing that particular alpha could have been the best thing he did to his life because afterwards, he gained wealth and fame. Raoul became one of the most powerful mafias in Italy. His fame was anonymous though, because he was wanted not only by the police but also by other mafias whom he betrayed, looted, conned or caused them a loss.
They'd send hundreds of people after him but he always managed to escape. The fact that his real name was hidden and no one knew where he lived helped him stay off the radar, well hidden.
His anonymity gave him his mafia name, Shadow.
He could count the number of people in the mafia world that know his actual name, they were not up to the number of the fingers on one his hands. Everyone else knew Raoul Andrea Alessandro as Shadow and he saw to it that it remained so or he'll have to die.
Unlike any other mafia with so much power, Raoul had people he knew were his family and they also do. The closest to him among them was his mother. She was a mother who cursed him every single time he goes to visit her but he never stopped going. She was a practicing muslimah so she hated his way of living.
Even as a kid, she knew he was the biggest red flag she had ever seen but she ignored it and it became uncontrollable. So not only did she hate him, but she also hated herself for turning a blind eye on the clearest of details.
Raoul was the one person in their family that decided to follow their grandfather; Alessandro's footsteps.
Alessandro; an Italian mafia, one of the strongest of their time was a man of promise but danger. He married an alpha's daughter at the age of 18, her name was Susan.
