Maniac Romance

Everyone is WARNED that if you don’t like TOXIC character, PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED! This is a mafia romance LOL I’m intending to write a character who grew up with this FUCKED UP mindset from a messed up childhood. I cannot write a MANIAC who is SANE!

If you think it is toxic, it is exactly what I want Aaron to be. LOL

Thank You!

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Aaron Winchester’s POV

My head was spinning. Fuck. I could not get a grasp of the damn situation at all. Blood was dripping at the corner of my lips. I could feel it trickling down. My father made his men beat the fuck out of me. If only Dean had not stepped in on time, I would have gotten a taste of a damn bullet buried deep inside my skull. That would not have ended so pretty. The least I wanted was my hideous ass corpse squashed beneath the damn ground.

I took a deep shuttering breath when the pain crashed me from inside out emitting all over my chest. I swore my ribs were either crushed or broken as it felt so fucking agonizing to just breathe in and out. The sensations of being kicked in my torso were still lingering all over my body and skin. I was not traumatized mentally but my body was. My muscles were sensitive to the fucking touch. But the pain was just a reminder to my ass that I was still alive regardless of all the mess. I watched my father and brother argue while my fucking corpse-like body was being dragged out.

Shit.

After I gained back some of my six senses, that was when I could taste my own fucking blood. A heavy-ass iron metal flavor like that of a rusted red wine, full of the damn essential nutrients, washed over my tongue. The taste was not pleasant. But it wasn’t something foreign to me either. I tasted my own blood as well as others. Luckily I had not contracted any of their fucking diseases yet. I admitted I enjoyed tasting my own fucking blood sometimes because that was the type of psychopath I have become. I was raised to be one. I assumed. Or, perhaps I gradually turned into one.

I clenched my jaw. Thanks to my strong bone otherwise my teeth would have fallen out during the beating. I’d been alert and awake. I was in my right mind, alright? I was nothing like my brother though. I would not label myself as a sane and nice motherfucker, however. I would kill if I have to. Or, without any reasons needed. Crap. My vision was only getting blurry every time I breathed. What the fuck did that damn old man, father of mine, done to my fucking body?

The next time I gained consciousness was when I heard unfamiliar voices near me. I opened my eyes but everything was blurry. I couldn’t keep them open when the bright light bashed my vulnerable pupils. And, fuck. I was on the hospital bed. I could hear the sounds of the EKG beeping echoing throughout the entire atmosphere. There was no need for me to even look around to see where the hell I was.

I did not fucking understand why my father liked to inflict pain and then hospitalized us repeatedly. He was a fucking freak. That was all I know. Oh, dear. One day I would make sure this old man gets a taste of his own medicine. And only then, I would sit back and relax to enjoy the damn satisfaction feeling.

“I think he is waking up.”

A female’s voice spoke before I heard footsteps growing closer to me. I tried to clear my vision by blinking a few times. But shit was still blurry. If I ever became blind, I would fucking replace my damn eyeballs with my father’s.

I doubted his eyes would be as sharp as mine though. He had always wanted my brother and me to be like him. Replacing my eyes with his would have been another trophy for that old man. So I’d be better off going blind.

My father was what they called a fucking sociopath. He wanted me and my brother to work together. But we as siblings just wouldn’t mix. I was nowhere resembled my brother. It was fortunate for the old man as I was the one to do the hard dirty work for him. My brother wouldn’t. He was repeatedly trying hard to paint a good image of himself. I’d never tried. I was never one initially. People around me were given no choice but to fucking accept me the way I am.

Suddenly, a man’s voice began as it echoed throughout the room. “Sir, please don’t move too much.”

Fuck. This was why I fucking hate hospitals. I was not a fucking baby. There was no need to pamper me. I appreciated the kindness but fuck off. Please.

It took me a whole week until the damn hospital released me from their cells. None of my bones were fucking broken. But, they resisted checking me up. They were underestimating me. They just had no clue yet of who I was and what I was capable of.

Oh well. I was just a human being at the end of the fucking day. And blood could always fucking clot in my brain and cuts off the damn circulation or oxygen supply at any time. And I would die immediately. I understood. I got it. I was never a god or a damn vampire. Growing up in a mafia family wouldn’t make me immortal. I was very much aware of it. My ego was just too big and I could hardly control them.

But that was not the case.

None of those healthcare workers knew who I was. Or they’d be shitting their pants. I wondered sometimes if staying humble was a bad idea. But I preferred to be in the shadow. I preferred to be the one behind the scene and watched my little brother run the damn show. The least of a threat I was seen to the public, the better off I could get away with the shit I do. I honestly did not give a fuck about whatsoever the businesses are. What was more important was how the true Cobras do things behind the scene. Of course, it required more tactics and strategies when it comes to legal issues.

It took me weeks until I regained my chance to live and breathe normally again. I knew that there was no time for me to fucking stay in my damn gigantic soft bed. And so I dragged my ass into the training center as usual.

In the locker room of my so-called boxing club, I took off my shirt and pants. Soon, I put on my black sweatpants. Just when I began to walk out, my right-hand man rushed in my direction. I cocked one of my brows at him, sending him a questioning glimpse. “Sir, have you checked the email I sent you?”

I replied with a silent stare.

“Riza Angelo will be back in less than two weeks.”

Fuck. My princess. She was finally coming back. Don’t misunderstand this though. She was the only woman alive who hates my fucking face. Every other woman liked me just fine. They loved me even more when I was to be pounding hard inside them if that was what people have been wondering.

But this one woman, the most beloved daughter of the Raven, was the only female being that despises me. Too bad though. If you hated me, you shouldn’t have drawn my attention to you in the first place. Because once my eyes were set on you, I would fucking come and get you. And she was the only one that I would do anything to get. But there was just one problem that halted my goal. You could have guessed what that might be.

“To see her fucking beloved man,” I added through my gritted teeth.

Sparks of flame rushed throughout my inner organs. I knew so damn well the reason why she was so in a rush to return. Based on this time of the year, it would not be difficult to guess that she was on her school break. And usually, she would stay the fuck away from my sight as much as she could. But this time after my brother got fucking hospitalized, she hurried her fucking ass here to just see him. What was so damn special about my brother? I was just a few months older. I was not a fucking grandpa just because I have the title of the oldest.

Fuck. I was not like this. Normally I did not give a fuck about who my brother wanted. But this?

No.

I did not approve.

But as an older fucking brother, I had to act righteously to make sure that my dick was kept inside my pants and not after his fucking woman.

Riza Angelo.

That name triggered every nerve fiber inside my body. I was never mad at her even though she slept with me without my consent. But, unlike me, she hated me because of that night. I did not hate her.

She believed that I fucked her that night when I’d have never fucking touched her. The look she gave me ever since was no more than me being a piece of garbage. She thought that I was sad to see her with my fucking brother.

Hell no.

Not me.

A man like Aaron Winchester would never fucking touch what belonged to his own fucking blood sibling. Even if my heart and cock wanted her, I was a man of my fucking virtue. I’d never forced her. I’d never fucking make her mine purposely either. Her father despised me. What was it about me that makes me so fucking low compared to my half-blooded brother, Dean Winchester?

That night between her and I would have never happened if some asshole did not put drugs in our drinks. Luckily I did not die though. If only it was some other shit in the drink, you could imagine where my corpse would be by now. But here was the thing. I doubted I fucked her though. I did not fucking remember shit from that night. I checked the bed sheet after she left that day too. There was no fucking blood stain whatsoever. The chick accused me saying that I took her virginity. If only that had happened, we would’ve fucking raised a child together by now. Well, there were no condoms used that fucking night. I checked the room and bathroom. There was no sight of the damn condom. Either it was done raw or nothing happened. Shit. I’d don’t fucking know. She accused me too much that it started to fucking baptize me into believing that I did fuck her, which I don’t believe I did.

You see. I’d always been a gentleman. I’d never forced her to do some crazy shit. After her father sent her out of the state to pursue her degree, and away from us, the Cobras brothers, all I ever did was to fucking send a spy to keep an eye on her. Tell me I was not a fucking creep. I was just caring for her. I was just worried that she would get pregnant because of me after that night.

Okay, yes. I was doubtful of myself as well because I couldn’t remember shit as I said.

The least I wanted was to have my child grow up without a father. Regardless of how much of an asshole I was raised to be, I guaranteed I was the only one who holds high fucking responsibility when it comes to my own conflicts and actions. With that being said, I was more than willing to accept Riza Angelo as my fucking wife. But for now, she was still a single woman. She was still after my brother though. That shit pissed me off. I needed to do whatever the fuck I could to make sure my brother ends up with someone else. Only then, Riza’s body and heart would solely be mine.

I clenched my teeth again as I make my way to the boxing ring. I didn’t know what has gotten into me. At first, I was going to train on the ground with the damn sandbags only. But, now, I wanted to fucking beat a live being. It wouldn’t satisfy my fucking need if I don’t get blood on my hands. And, maybe that was why Angelo hates me. I broke his fucking men too many times when they fucked with me. We were the outlaws. But we had our own laws. And, I fucking broke those laws and treaties between our parties. That was the fucking primary reason why my father almost killed me. My father was too much of a pussy and so he had to bend his head down for other groups. At least that was what I believed.

Faking nice was not a cup of tea for me if it doesn’t earn me some good rewards later on. It didn’t mean I wouldn’t do it. My ambition was the sole motive force that drove me to do just about anything to get to where I needed to be. But I hated fake acting. I was never born an actor. If I hated you, I would show you just how much I despise your whole existence.

But, if I liked you...

Wait, I did not want to go there. Just yet.

Regarding hatred, I would make those that are sores to my eyes crawl under my feet. For example, my father. The old man needed to fucking step down asap because I could not fucking stand his shit any longer. He needed someone new, someone stronger, and more mentally stable, with greater ambition, if he wanted to strengthen the damn group. Otherwise, nothing would work out.

I swore I was not a bad person. I just did things that I enjoyed just like everyone else. We were just two distinct types of species. The only difference was that I’d probably be on top of the food chain. Most were just raised to be prey. And, I loved them, preys.

“Boss-” A man about my age, my employee or sometimes a friend or even my old classmate, paused. “Aaron, why don’t we just use the dummy instead?” He suggested while fixing his boxing gloves. He knew what the hell I wanted most at this very moment. I did not even have to tell him to get ready because his ass was already ready to be my punch bag. Except the motherfucker was a good fighter, which was another reason why I hired him to be my fucking right-hand man. It always had been a challenge to land a hit on him. He was a great partner.

I tightened my brows. I did not like him indicating me as his boss. I hated that specific title. I gave it up to my brother. I rather have people refer to me by my name or my underground nickname. I liked to be reminded that I was never where I wanted to be. My goal was to be strong and become a chosen leader. And, I must earn that shit for myself if I wanted someone else to call me a boss. What would the title be worth if I couldn’t even deserve one?

I stared at my asshole friend. “What the hell did I say, Luca?” I cast a sharp gaze. We went to the same fucking university. I offered him a job later on to be my fucking secretary as well as my right-hand man. He was my roommate, and he knew me too damn well to let him out off the leash. Don’t get me wrong. I treasured my friend like how I treasured my... my what? I had no fucking idea what to compare him to. Oh right. I treasured him just like my fucking dummy. I loved it too much whenever I needed a hot workout session to release my damn frustration. “You are more than welcome to role-play as a damn dummy, you dickhead.”

“Oh, come on. We are having a fighting contest tonight, aren’t we? They need to get the ring ready and clean up too.”

I wasted no longer time for this asshole to keep on blabbering as I lounged in and aimed my fist in his face. He dodged me on time though. Not because I sucked at it. He was one of the good opponents for me to train with. But, I knew that I could do the damage if I wanted to. I was just choosing to let him get away with it.

That sounded like an excuse to me.

But, believe me, it was not a lie.

I was much faster than this. He was my friend after all. I shouldn’t be killing my friend out of my own damn destress. I made my first move just so he could shut his big ass mouth. And, just like that. Our fight got heated and grew even more intense over time. We forgot for a hot hour just who the fuck we were and what title I held.

Ever since that day, I waited.

I waited patiently. No matter how long it took, I would wait even though I hated the anticipation feeling.

And, within just a few years, my patience was finally rewarding me beautifully with what I had been wanting most.

My little bird was finally set free from her little golden cage. Well... Now I recognized it was time for me to bring her to a new shelter, new life, and teach her the necessary knowledge of what a man and a woman should know. A bird with a pair of broken wings could never fly anyway. There was no need to build up a cage. Because either way, this little bird of mine was unable to escape from a snake’s grasp like me ever again.

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