messed up situation

Andrew was greeted back with a slap.

His father was fuming.

"Why did you go there? Who is the boss? Is that you or it's me? She killed our men and if I thought that she has done something wrong then I would have personally met her to teach her a lesson but no, you have to do whatever the f*ck you want to do," he yelled.

Andrew closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. His father might be old enough to die but he was still just as powerful.

His mother was standing by his side, running her hands through his shoulder, trying to calm her husband down and it seemed to work.

Andrew knew that his father was no less than a monster but one thing he respected him for was his love for his wife.

His father would tear apart the entire earth, just to keep his wife safe. The same was for his mother. And Andrew loved this thing about his parents.

They were known as the match made in hell. Their story started with a forced marriage which turned into a lifetime commitment to love, care, and respect each other.

"I wanted to go and that's why I went there. You don't get to control my life," Andrew said.

"Oh really? Don't you think that you have been going too ahead with yourself? You kidnapped the guy Veronica last slept with. You tortured him and he's still alive which means you plan to torture him more. Have you lost your mind?" His father was again furious.

"Just because she was the last person he slept with doesn't mean I kidnapped him because of her. He was caught stealing drugs from one of our clubs. That's why I kidnapped him to teach him a lesson. Don't go around assuming things, it might get you killed," Now it was Andrew's turn to taunt his father.

"I might be old but don't forget that I am still your father. I know why you did something. I can read your intentions like an open book. Don't try to outsmart your own father. A father is always going to be a father," he said before leaving.

Something crossed Andrew's eyes but it was gone just as fast. He went to the dungeon.

It was as shady as it can get here even though it was still day.

Not even a single ray of light could come here. One was as good as the deceased here.

Andrew turned on the light on his way.

A guy was sitting in the furthest corner of the room, his body was shaking as hell.

When he felt light on his skin, he tried to open his eyes but the sudden sharpness of the light made him close his eyes again.

Andrew almost felt bad for him, almost.

"Do you want to live anymore?" He asked.

The guy shook his head. He was craving death and for the past few days, he has been begging for death.

Andrew finally decided to grant him his wish by shooting him directly in the forehead.

He died in seconds. A smile took over his lips as if he was happy that the torture is finally over.

That smile on his pale face was scary. And Andrew knew that even God might hate him for the things he does.

But that's how it was. He didn't have any control over his emotions.

The guy before him didn't only steal drugs but also had s*x with the love of his life.

And he was smug enough to rub it all over his face. Whenever he thinks about that smug look he had, the guilt in him dies a little.

He wasn't new to killing people but each time, it leaves him feeling a little more empty. He feels as if there's nothing left within him.

He feels like a corpse, trying to live like a normal human.

Being born to a family of mafia's, his innocence was snatched away at a very young age and when he killed his own uncle who tried to kill his father for more power and money, he was long gone.

He hasn't stopped killing ever since. Being the only heir to his father, he was taught how to fight, kill and torture others at a young age.

But deep inside, the child within him was still alive. He would get excited whenever he used to see Veronica.

He would feel safer around her. She used to be his comfort zone and so was he, to her.

But destiny was cruel enough to not give them the privilege of being happy for too long.

If destiny could be this merciless then why can't they?

He went back to his room and closed the door before pulling out a diary from one of the secret drawers.

"She is so beautiful that whenever I see her, I forget to blink, I forget how to speak, I forget how to act like a normal human.

Damn, I am becoming crazy for her but how can I not fall for her? She is the kindest girl I know, always first to help others.

Yesterday one of our classmates made fun of her and today she got into an accident. Despite getting nothing but hate from her, Veronica asked her if she needed her help. She was too good for this world."

-12/12/2009.

He has been crazy about her forever. He used to be a lovesick puppy for her but if she was the Veronica she is today, he would think that she was behind this accident.

He chuckled at his own thoughts but his happiness was short-lived when he received a call from one of his men.

"Sir, the guy you killed today is the son of Abraham Johnson. He was just having fun in disguise and now that Abraham knows that you killed his son, he is out here for revenge. He has offered the other gangs to join hands with him."

Abraham and the other gangs weren't as strong as them but together, they could be a threat.

And now only joining hands with her could save him.

He called her.