Chapter 1
Cyrille D,Angelo
My life was a sequence of the same events over and over again. It was always the same. I wake up I run. I fight, and then I come home and I get lost in a different world full of words that means way more than they seem. Music was always an escape of reality , it was a get away from the dangers and monsters of the world. Fighting was a release of the anger from the past, it was a way of letting my anger run free. Running well that was me running from my past , from the demons constantly haunting me. I was a fighter but I was also a pussy in some ways.
I didn't do friends , friends meant caring, and caring meant breaking. Learned that the hard way.
Allerick Russo
What I do for a living, very few people understand. Some saw me as a successful business man, but those who knew what i really saw saw me as a monster. They weren't wrong in some ways but i didn't choose that path. My parents were all types of messed up. My father mostly has taught me everything I know. I sometimes Wonder what it would be like if it hadn't been that way but unfortunately that was something that was just not possible for me. My life wasn't meant to be easy, i wasn't meant to have a choice. since my father passed things have changed in the Mafia. One being our purpose. Since i took over and my father has stood down and passed away I have changed a lot of things.
This is my new purpose and I won't fucking stand down.
