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.
He is the only serial killer that scares the hell out of me.
He is insane.
A serial killer that snapped a long time ago.
And killing anyone is a hobby or a basic need for him. From what I understand only three things are keeping me alive beside him.
First, it's because he can control me through a threat he has put on my family. He knows I will do nothing to jeopardize their livelihood.
Secondly, the fact that I am the bullet, and the outside world fears me more than they do him. And lastly, I am the only close family he has left. He has no heir to continue our family legacy.
Unlike everyone in my family killing for me did not come easily. I learned in the most hard way that killing for a reason is human and animal nature.
We have to kill to survive. We have to kill if we do not want to get killed, but unlike me, my uncle kills people for fun.
I don't want to keep going through these corridors or this torture, and I want it to end as fast as it came.
So, I turn around, halting my uncle's movement. “You said you had information you wanted to share…. Isn't it enough up here?... Where we are standing right now... For you to share the information!”
Five years ago. I swore never to come back here. Even with a gun pointed at my head, I would never have come here willingly. There was no way in hell. He would have brought me here. And more specifically after what happened yesterday, with Keirah.
I have been in so much pain since then, loathing myself for allowing him to take her away from me. When I knew this was going to be her final destination.
Looking at her corpse in here today was not something I was going to allow myself to live through. But my uncle knows the weakness that will bring me here willingly, anytime. A dying wish promise I made to my mother.
We both know I will do anything to fulfill it. And that is what he has used to make me crawl out of my sanctuary to this hell.
Blood has always stained all our hands in the Solana family for generations. And would stain the coming generation too if no one does anything to stop all this bloodshed.
This is our legacy.
But before the Legacy for which he would die to fulfill. I would die to do the impossible to fulfill the promise I made to my mother on her deathbed.
“Yes.” My uncle answers without giving away anything more. I stand still, debating whether it was a trap and whether he might not have been truthful.
“I am sure I told you the last time we met. I won't stand you wasting my time.”
“How are you the only person supposed to continue our family legacy?”
My uncle shakes his head in disappointment, as he studies my face, and, even without replying to him. We both know the answer to that.
He worships our family legacy. He will do anything to keep it, and I don't. I hate it. I turn my head, ready to leave. He walks in front of me and halts me as he continues speaking. “With you, there is no hope, Bullet. In our line of work, there are principles and rules that everyone follows, and you're not an exception
“Getting out of our line of work?! Bullet… You are choosing wrong! You are choosing to end up with a bullet in between your eyes…. Just like your mother…
“She was delusional, and you should have understood that by now… No one leaves the Mafia life and stays alive.
“If she didn't lie to herself that she would leave, she would be alive today.” My uncle continues to speak in spite.“But look at the poison she planted on you!”
I made a dying wish promise to my mother. That I was going to leave the Mafia world. On the same day, I also made a secret silent promise to myself.
That I was going to stop our family legacy. Put an end to all these innocent people's killings,
With or without a soul, I will keep the two promises.
“Don't say I didn't warn you….” I push him out of my way and take steps away from him, making my point to him. And I am leaving his office. My mind and body can't stand here and watch as he insults my mother. He knows he doesn't have any hold on me if he doesn't give me something tangible. And I am not one to stand by and watch him play games with me or waste my time. “But yes,” He shouts out so loud at me and that announcement halts my movements. I stand frozen, not believing any of this yet.“I will help you.” I take in a deep breath before turning back to see that he means what he is saying. I try to hide a smile on my face. I can't believe this is happening. I am finally going to be free from the Mafia life with nothing holding me back. Setting me free from the Mafia world is not something my uncle was willing to do ever in his life. He has always made it his mission to gloom and turn me into him. Turn me into someone who would continue our family legacy. Wait....There must be
No human stays alive after they have made my uncle angry. But no one aims a gun at me in this range and lives to see another day. A gun at me… I watch my uncle and laugh at him. My uncle angrily walks in quick steps and takes away the gun from the man holding it at me into his hands. He then speaks to me, watching me in the eyes with an intense, defensive look. “I am so sorry Bullet.” Without blurting an eye or turning around, he raises the gun in his hand abruptly. BOOM ... Shoots his goon, who was holding the gun at me in the head. The man drops dead, blood spattering all over, and neither of us turns a head at the dead guy as we keep up with a staring contest. I knew this was coming. There was no day I was here. And I didn't witness him kill anyone. My uncle shouts out aloud to all his goons surrounding us. “HEY, YOU ALL NEVER POINT A GUN AT MY NEPHEW UNLESS I ASK YOU. I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DO.” Then a faint sinister smile crosses his face before he continues walking into h
“What is it you want and why would you expect her to tell me anything?” “Well. You two wooed us with your dance yesterday.” I sigh in frustration, his answer is adding more questions to my head. If he sent her to me and she is one of his women. Why is she not giving in to what he wants me to help him with? Is there a possibility that he did not send her and she doesn't work for him? “Before that dance, I hadn't met her anywhere all my life. Is it because she accepted a dance with only me on the dance floor yesterday? That you think she will open to me on whatever it is you want from her?” My uncle smiles with a flatter. His smile is the one he wore yesterday. That is bringing back a memory of yesterday that irritates me. The smile is making me feel a purge of jealousy building in me nonstop. And I curse him so much in my head. Fuck him. Fuck the bastard… At the same time, I am reminded of yesterday's pain that I can't describe cutting through me. I am reminded of a memory of me st
I need to act now. But...But something is not adding up. I try to calm myself down before trying to speak in the most convincing tone to dig more into this. “And how do you expect me to make her give them up, Zio?” We both know I am very good at killing people who want me dead. I have never had time for a cheap chat or time to make small talk. This is his area of expertise. And I know he has the best men in here for that job. How is it that he needs me on this? He smiles before standing up from the table. “Well, let's see about that....” he stops speaking and continues smiling broadly again. Fuckin bastard…What is it that he knows that I don't know? Does he have more cards on his sleeve? He takes a seat back in his chair and lights his cigar again. As if speaking to himself, he continues to speak.“ Here is the deal. Here is why I called you to come in here. If you succeed in getting me the codes, I will fulfill your mother's wish for you. I will help you get out of all this unscrat
THIRD PERSON'S POV Twenty-four hours ago…. Luciano turned on his computer. Sat behind his car while his henchman turned to close brother named James. Drove him to his hotel. From afar, one would see him as a young man wearing a black ensemble with a half-on, half-off hoodie above his jumper and bomber jacket. The number of tattoos already penetrating each corner of his clothing would show him to be someone who had lost his way. And he could do better if he found a good company in a conservative society. But that was just a farfetched dream if you asked his opinion. He was 'the Bullet' in the world. He oversaw fifty deaths of the most well-protected, untouchable cartel leaders all around the world. Those were a few in the numbers known. The number of the unknown would be a hundred times more if he kept count. He did the mission of killing all the bosses in just two weeks. And he did all that killing alone. He was a one-man army. The most feared man in Italy, if not the entire
Her accent... It troubled him. She had the same accent as his. All his life he had heard no one speak his accent except for his late mother. “You are bleeding. Haven't you learned to bandage yourself until now?” She is a doctor. Not another doctor. Doctors recently were people he did not want around. “Why do you care? If you are a doctor wanting to pick your nose where it doesn't belong. Stay away from me,” he shouted as he turned around and tried to press the exit button to let her off. But she pulled him back before he could do anything. He turned around and held her by the neck, suffocating her as he pushed her to the wall of the elevator. “ARE YOU HERE TO KILL ME? DID SOMEONE SEND YOU HERE TO KILL ME? WHO SENT YOU AND WHAT DOES WHOEVER SENT YOU WANT FROM ME?” He yelled violently. Then…. The force she used to pull him back said otherwise to his thoughts. She was not any woman. This woman was from his mafia world. She held his two arms on her neck with just one hand and unt
“Mmmhhhh ...... Did you say home?” Luciano narrowed his eyes at her. Then he laughed sarcastically. Hiding her face from the elevator cameras. The woman raised her eyes to Luciano. “Make me understand something first. Where have you been for the past twenty-two years? What was my mother's bodyguard doing when someone shot her dead?” He continued shouting angrily. The pain of losing his mother was re-living in his mind and body. “Your father held your mother hostage. He used her as leverage for our pack. Your father threatened to kill her if we tried anything, and your mother promised us for years that she was planning a way to get you both out. “She wanted to run away with you, before, when you were two years old, to return to the pack and failed. When she tried again….” “I guess… You remember because you were there…. when she got shot and killed. In front of your eyes.” Listening to her like this triggered a memory and Luciano remembered his father's warning. Salvatore Solana, Lu
She was crazy. She couldn't find anything meaningful more than coming to him with one crazy hell of a story. Werewolf?! He thought to himself. He removed his hands from hers. Luckily, the elevator had opened, and he did not have to deal with this woman anymore. He motioned with his finger for her to walk out of the elevator before turning her back and threatening her. He was still scared of her, but he needed to make sure he spoke to her through her craziness so that she didn't think of ever coming back into his presence. “Do not follow me. I will shoot you if you do. I do not see a bulletproof on you, which means you will die if I shoot you. “I have made it my habit to not kill innocent people, women, and children, but if you cause any threat to my life, just like what you just did in this elevator, you won't live to see another day. Now go and never return here again.” He couldn't spare time for that kind of bullshit she was spitting. “You have approximately sixty days until th