Beautiful Boy

Twenty-two years ago….

The only daughter of the Blood Moon pack's Alpha saved a dying man who was bleeding to death in their pack forest.

She slept beside the man for a whole month, attending to him until he recovered completely. In showing his gratitude to the pack, the man kidnaped the Alpha's daughter out of the pack into his Mafia world and forced her to become his wife.

He was threatening the pack with her as leverage. If they ever tried anything, he had promised to kill her.

The Gangster boss's name was Salvatore Solana. Luciano Salvatore's father.

Today…...

Luciano's POV

The smell of dead people's corpses, 'the odor of death', that distinct and unpleasant scent. That arises every time I walk through these corridors, hits me hard again.

The number of times I have walked in here. You would think I would be used to it now. But no..... It will never be possible for me to accept everything happening here.

The memories of my first kill and all my walks in here resurface in my mind every time I step in here. To keep up with my uncle, I quickly take fast steps to catch up with him.

He has left me behind and he is on the higher deck of his warehouse. Quickly running up to him. I straw behind him through the main corridor to his office at the end of the hall.

The traumas I went through when I first held a gun at someone's head for my first kill. And the ones I had to go through watching what always goes on here attack me.

I take deep breaths to fight for the present air. And push the memories to the back of my head. The type of death and pain that people go through here is not something I would wish for, even for my worst enemies.

As I escape the first corpse room. I breathe in so hard. To prepare myself because this is just the beginning. There are a dozen rooms on my way to his office, each with a more disturbing death style marked for each of the rooms to come.

I hate coming here. This is the place where my uncle used to torment me when I was younger and scare the hell out of me. He referred to it as molding me.

I was weak in his eyes and did not fit in naturally like all the other Solanas in our family before me. For the past years, I paved the way to shredding the last parts of my humanity that held me back and put a wall between me and my uncle.

And now I am no longer human anymore.

I am a serial killer.

I have more blood on my hands than any of my age mates I know at twenty-two years old. These killings took away all of me, but came along with a blessing.

Finally, I did not have to go through my uncle's torture anymore. Because after the killings, I gained a bit of the upper hand over him.

I became a person he was scared of whenever I was around a gun and a bullet.

I unexpectedly glance at my reflection through the eyes of a woman bleeding to death in one room. My mind is brought back and I quickly look away. I don't want to be tempted into helping her. Looking into that pain in her eyes. I am sure I will find myself tempted to help. In this line of work. A few people have to die for me to be able to save many more.

No matter how much my human part wants to intervene. I have promised myself to look away for the time being. Anything human that makes me feel human or any kind of warm feeling, I will bury it without question.

I don't need destruction at this moment. I must be a monster that destroys to survive in this world, and any feelings would be my biggest weak point.

I try to pull all my focus fully into the hallway and not get tempted by the rooms on the side. Despite that, the smell of blood finds its way to me and fills my nose again, this time so hard.

I can't ignore it as it makes me feel too nauseated.

I hate all kinds of human secretion smells. I can't stand them. Unfortunately, that is a basic need for my uncle. He is a special case.

Although he is my flesh and blood and someone who has raised me.