♥ Chapter 1♥
07:30 '' Axel's Room. '' Valley City. '' Zefinopolis
Axel Knight.
The alarm clock resounds relentlessly, ripping me from the comfort of sleep. I let out a frustrated groan, irritated by its insistence. I've barely closed my eyes, and it's already ringing, as if it's determined to drag me out of bed.
With a resigned sigh, I sit up in bed and stretch my arms out in a long yawn, rubbing my eyes to ward off the drowsiness. I check the clock next to me to see that it's half past six in the morning. The day has barely begun, and I'm already immersed in routine.
I decide that a long shower is the best way to wake up completely. I get up and head to the bathroom, where I throw my clothes in the laundry basket before stepping into the shower.
The hot water washes over me, revitalizing my sleep-dulled senses. I let myself be enveloped by the steam, allowing the current to carry away the tension built up during the night. It's a brief moment of peace before the chaos of the day.
Now that Mr. Dante has become a father, the responsibility of running the mafia has fallen on my shoulders. I feel the weight of this responsibility in every fiber of my being. Being the leader isn't as glamorous as many imagine; it's an arduous and incessant task that consumes my energy and my sanity.
Everything is my responsibility now. Deciding who comes in, who goes out, who lives and who dies. It's too heavy a burden to carry alone. I now understand the boss's words when he said that work is shit. He was right.
I turn off the shower and step out of the box, wrapping myself in a towel. I walk over to the sink and pick up my toothbrush, getting ready to face another day in charge of the Zefinópolis mafia. May God have mercy on my soul.
The feeling of always running out of time consumes me, leaving me on the verge of exhaustion. Getting home at half past three in the morning has become routine, and the regular sleep I used to enjoy is now just a distant memory. I feel like I could explode at any moment, and what's worse is that my mind seems about to follow suit.
Zefinópolis isn't exactly the kind of place where people queue up to visit. It's a city marked by violence, where tranquility is a luxury that few can enjoy. Those of us in the mafia have our own code of conduct. We take care of our things, but we don't like to draw attention to our activities. The police know this, and they also know that if they decide to cross our borders, they won't have enough force to deal with us. It's a kind of unwritten pact where everyone knows their place and respects the limits imposed. Violence is our shadow, always present but carefully controlled.
The police can try, of course. Whenever we venture to transport weapons or drugs across their borders, there is a risk of conflict. However, they are aware that we will not stand idly by in the face of any interference. If they choose to challenge us, they will be declaring war on us. And, as you well know, we will not back down in the face of battle. What sets us apart is not only brute force, but also cunning and the determination to protect our interests at any cost. War is not an option we take lightly, but if necessary, we will be ready to fight to the bitter end.
I leave the bathroom behind and head for the closet, looking for something to wear. I opt for black jeans and a black shirt, complemented by a leather jacket in the same color. Furthermore, I go mourning in this shit, reflecting my gloomy state of mind.
With my cell phone in hand, I leave the room and see Yenki's missed calls. I let out a resigned sigh, sensing that trouble was on the way. It didn't take long for me to call him back.
''Axel? ''His voice sounds on the other end of the line.
I snort at his obvious question.
''No, this is his soul; do you want to leave a message? '' My reply is laden with sarcasm, a form of self-preservation in the face of the inevitable storm that is approaching.
He lets out a tired sigh.
''Even at this time of the morning, you can't stop being sarcastic.
'' It's a gift. Now, what do you want? "My impatience shines through in every word, as I prepare myself for whatever it is he has to say to me.
Another sigh echoes on the other end of the line.
''I think I've fucked up.
For God's sake, all I wanted was a little patience.
Irritation takes over as I hear Yenki's words.
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