"What?!"

"How many times do I have to tell you Kim?!"

"But papa! America?! Really, are you fucking out of your mind?! There is no way in hell that I am going?!" I huffed at my father as I crossed my arm at my chest. I can't believe him! I know, I understand him. But sometimes his love for me overshadowed his ability to see through things.

You see after the incident my father dearest just dropped that news to me. Apparently he can't see me going through that again and again, and he is set to shipped me to another country. His adamant that I am his little boy and its not good for my innocence to be completely soiled.

Innocence my ass!!

And I just knew that wherever this 'new home' that he passionately saying is somewhere I would never wish to set foot on. And I am sure, no definitely 100% sure that it will be much worse than what my current house is! Knowing my dad it is absolutely po

"Oh God, Chester what the fuck?!" I yelled to the young blonde who is still snoring in the bed.

"Ugg, Deathon I am still sleeping. Can you just go, away!?"

I just gawk at him, the fuck?!

"Hey, its already 7:30 and do you really have no idea what today is?! The fuck dude! Its the first day of school man?!" I screeched at him.

It seems that does it 'cause his eyes just snap open and he stumbles to his bed and God!! That one is the most hilarious thing that I've ever witnessed.

Chester trips so many times while getting dressed and bump to a wall a few times while putting his things to his knapsacks. He even hit his head in the roof of my car when he hop in. And after breaking so many traffic rules we finally make it to the school in one piece at a breaking time. Thank God!

"Never again, I mean it!! I will never going to wake you up again!" I hissed at him angrily while getting out of 

I know that I need to calm myself down. But its getting hard. My patience is getting thinner and thinner every seconds.

I can't help to wonder on why I am in this situation., again. It seems that every fucking time I go out, this always happen. How fucking fantastic is that! Ugh!

And honestly I don't even go out of the house very often. I am homeschooled since forever, and I don't have any friends. I even have a lot of body guards wherever I go that scare away anyone who come near me. I know my life suck, but I can't help it. Being the only son of Don Ramirez, a very powerful and influential Mafia Leader in Italy can give that kind of life to you.

That must be also the reason on why I'm here in an abandoned warehouse, tied up and gagged.

God! People never cease to amaze me, they might be from different crowd but they all think the same. The scenario, and their methods are all the same and truthfully I'm becoming irritated of this. I'm hungry and thirsty, not to add that I feel dirty and itchy. I want to eat, take a bath and pee. God!!

And my fucking kidnappers have the guts to act like they are big shots as they boast around, laughing and leisurely chatting with each other, while they are waiting to the right time for the exchange that will going to happen any minute now with my father. How lucky!! The bastards kidnapped me for one hundred million dollar ransom. How cliché!

"Hey! Do you think its a good idea. I know we need money but he's still a Ramirez, you know." A young blond man ask their leader Luis, if I'm not mistaken. Oh look at that, it seems that this guy is not stupid like the others.

"Shut your trap Ricardo! Even if his father is a Ramirez, this twink is still his son so I know for sure that he will give the money!"

Twink?

The bastard just called me what?!

I'm not mishearing anything, right?

"But man, is this guy really a Ramirez? I've seen his old man and the guy is so fucking scary!"

"Hmn, now that you ask that..."

All of a sudden several pair of eyes glance my way. They study me for a while making me uncomfortable.

"He is rather pretty for a boy, no?"

I felt my left eye twitch and my hands started to shake.

"Yeah, and pretty scrawny too,"

Okay, I just need to take a breath calmly. No need to be grumpy..

One..

Two...

"Oh with that body and ass..., he is 100% definitely a twink."

Snap..

They don't even saw it coming. But after that last statement, it seems that any remaining patience that left in me suddenly vanish. In just a second I loosened my bounded hands and feet, and removed my gag. The guy who is near me is the most pitiful, I stab his neck with a sharp wood then like a rag doll his body just drop down the floor - already dead.

The next thing I knew, bullets are flying around me. But unfortunately they can't even land any single bullet. I move so fast that the bullets never graze me. I strike them one by one, attacking them precisely with the intent to kill. After a couple of minute all of their bodies are lying on the ground, lifeless. No one survive.

"Can't you even wait for a fucking minute?" A gruff voice suddenly growled.

"You lot are so fucking slow! I can't wait any longer!"

On the entrance, several men entered the place. They were all tall and muscled, and all of them are wearing expensive black suit. I snort, how original!

"Young master, sorry for the wait. Your father is waiting for you." His personal bodyguard Matthew said.

"Okay, gee thank God! I can't wait to go home. This place is so fucking dirty!" I whine as I make my way out, "And Isaac, can you burn this place down, destroy any remaining evidence and dispose the body on however you see fit." I coldly told him, my voice was void by any kind of emotion.

"Yes, young master." Isaac said with a sadistic smile on his lips. I know that he is planning something and by the way he eyed the corpses, it won't be pretty.

As I step out of the place, I let out a heavy sigh. Cursing my life and praying to the gods that it would be the last time that I kill someone. But I know that its impossible. As Kimmton Ramirez the sole successor of the La Morte Group I don't have any choice but to live the life that is chosen for me. How pathetic is that.. Sigh..

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"What?!"

"How many times do I have to tell you Kim?!"

"But papa! America?! Really, are you fucking out of your mind?! There is no way in hell that I am going?!" I huffed at my father as I crossed my arm at my chest. I can't believe him! I know, I understand him. But sometimes his love for me overshadowed his ability to see through things.

You see after the incident my father dearest just dropped that news to me. Apparently he can't see me going through that again and again, and he is set to shipped me to another country. His adamant that I am his little boy and its not good for my innocence to be completely soiled.

Innocence my ass!!

And I just knew that wherever this 'new home' that he passionately saying is somewhere I would never wish to set foot on. And I am sure, no definitely 100% sure that it will be much worse than what my current house is! Knowing my dad it is absolutely possible!

What if my dad locked me in a tower far away from other people so that no one can kidnap me

Chapter 2