Chapter 1

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It was annoying.

I swear.

The morning alarm with my mother's screams for me to wake up were seriously annoying the hell out of me. Who does that? Who starts screaming at a person right just when they wake up? Especially from a great nap I may add.

Last night was pretty exhausting as the memories and the tiredness resurfaced in my mind. I had to give three shifts just to earn extra money to make sure that no one starves during dinner or goes to sleep hungry. Mum was already getting dressed to leave for her date and munchkin was ready to go to school. My little sister is the only one I find adorable due to which I started calling her munchkin.

She is beautiful, amazing, a sweetheart and to be fairly honest, the only beautiful blessing in my life, worth living for and worth working hard for. So, cutting it short, I had to do three shifts and was so tired last night that I just passed out. Today was another hectic day and I just had to get on with it.

Getting ready, I looked in the fridge to see that only Munchkin could have breakfast and hence I made it for her. As soon as the little devil giggled and ate all of her chocolate sandwich with a glass of milk, we waved a goodbye to mother and I picked Munchkin up to drop her to school. It was so freaking hot that I could feel America burning when holding her hand in mine, we started walking.

The scorching blazing heat was burning up my skin, beads of sweat were forming on my forehead, neck and on the tip of my nose. My clothes started clinging to me as to how hot the weather was. I looked down to see munchkin already sweating profusely but we couldn't help it. We had no car, no bicycle, basically no form of any transportation, and the cab was costly and the only earning hand was me, so I couldn't afford too much expenses after basically running a whole home. Jogging for about fifteen minutes, we finally reached the school when kissing her cheek and hugging her tightly to me, I waved her a goodbye and went to the cafe to start my day.


"WHAT THE FUCK?" I slammed my hands hard on the desk not believing anything I was hearing. How can it be possible? I had placed all of my fucking trust in him making him not one of the most trusted, but still somewhat of a trustworthy man I had, but I had never anticipated that he would betray me.

"Throw him in the basement. I'll personally attend to that fucker".

"But boss-" I threw Massimo, my right-hand man, a questioning glare and it was enough to shut him up as he quickly backed out to carry out my orders.

Five million dollars' worth of drugs. FIVE MILLION! And he handed it over to the Russians, our biggest enemy. The fucker thought that I wouldn't notice it but he forgot who he was playing with. I was known for being the most ruthless and cold hardhearted person alive on this damn earth and I guess it was time to give him another reminding as to on whose path of his loyalties, they lost their brains.

Straightening my black button-down shirt to camouflage the blood stains, I wore my sleek black coat, readjusted the cuff-links and turned around to grab the gloves that I would use to torture him. I hardened my chin bone to add ruthlessness to my facial features and made my way out but not before grabbing a bottle of alcohol which I'll generously pour on his open, bleeding wounds to remind him of his mistake, to remind him who he betrayed and to remind him who was the real boss.

At last, there was a reason energies left the depth of bones upon hearing my name.

There was a reason burning embers stung like a bitch upon the mere sight of me.

And at last, there was a reason, I lived up to my name, Ashton Romanno.


I trudged down the stairs in pure anger and hatred for him. I was trained to grow into the heartless monster that I am today. I loved to spill blood and watch people scream in agony as the life slowly left their bloodshot eyes. Especially those who defy my orders. Two things I never allowed under my rule was dishonesty and disloyalty and the fucker just did the exact same thing.

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