Addicted to the mafia Kingpin

the kind of child my parents look upto and beamed with pride. The kind other parents would use as an example for their children. The one that demanded respect just by walking into a roo

d any humanity in me left. The way killing had become so easy in a period of just five years was alarming. At first, there was the guilt, of course i felt it but gradually

e. It didn't matter how it was done, whether it was torture, blackmail or even sleeping aro

cartels with networks stretch well and beyond the country. All the other gangs in the city were kind of

i worked with them for five years, i have never being involved in a personal level. My boss had a boss who had a boss and

was well cut out for me and i couldn't see an alternative for it. I never talked about why i decided to go down this path but my life sort of fell

, she understood me and we rarely fought. I later came to realize that fighting was essential in keeping a relationship alive. Stupid, right? I thought so. That had been until we started having them. Sienna, the girl who had been the

gest fight of our life and i was dead set on leaving Sienna for good. Like our usual cycle, she manipulated me into forgiving

future was gone. Not just that but she used my position, went through all my access to the bank to take a massive loan. I couldn't process that she took the money because i had been stuck over t

he loan but barely two months in and i started receiving emails, letters to pay up. The random beatings i had to endure gradually hard

s now cost me my