Alpha Dominic
Chapter 28

Marco

Lorenzo

Have you ever started wondering what your life has come to?

Well, that's me right now thinking about every f*****g thing I've done and every decision I have made in life to get to this point.

n years old. He never went easy on me, he made sure I got brutally trained and prepared for this life. I never asked for all this, I never wanted this life, but I **g choice in the matter and it's so f*****g annoying.

I never had an easy childhood. I grew up into the family business. Dad started my training when I was couldn't reject it either, I had to accept my responsibility and carry on with the family business, I had At some point, I wanted to give up on everything and run away. The training, the t*****e, it was just to for me to bear. My brothers, Matteo and Riccardo, weren't going through this much t*****e. Their lives were f*****g amazing. Yes they trained as well, dad made sure all his kids are well trained to be able to defend themselves, even the girls Triana and Ariana are trained in martial arts and their marksmanship is superb. But they have enough time to socialize with friends and go partying every f*****g day. I never had that luxury. Every f*****g day of my life, it has been work, work and more work. It's either that or I get to a pulp and left to starve for days. I envy my siblings.

Yeah, I know, I shouldn't envy them because they are family, but I can't help it, I want to have the fun

y are living, but my f*****g life was already planned for me and there is absolutely nothing I can do to change it. I ran away from home a few times, but dad always found me, no matter how careful I was, and then I get beaten for being so careless while planning my escape. He catches and beats me up for letting myself get caught. I rebelled for several years, looking for a way out, It had taken the death of my mom on my seventeenth birthday to reset my brains. I could have protected her, but I wasn't prepared for wha oming. It was a Friday morning, the day was cold as the rain drizzled. My siblings had left for a party in Vegas, celebrating my own birthday, while dad had gone for his usual meetings that involved drug and human trafficking. He got a tip that the Russians were trying to put more of their coke on the street, he had to go stop it before it gets out again. This coke has been repo mess with the brains and make people go crazy, dad had to make sure they drop distributing it out. I was supposed to go with him, but as usual, I rebelled and refused to go with him, choosing to ignore his threats when he swore to deal with me when he ret was my f*****g birthday and I wanted to go party and celebrate, not doing some dirty work for my father. Unknown to us, the meeting had been a diversion. The Russians were planning to retaliate against my dad for stopping their distribution of cheap tainte gs and sinking their shipment of narcotics. The Russians attacked, and I couldn't do s**t to stop them. The guards were taken out, and they gained entrance into our home, killing every f*****g one of our boys, destroying everything they came across. I hid in my parent's room with my mom, hiding out like a f*****g weakling. They found us up there and then they beat the crap out of me, knocking me unconscious as they strapped me to a f*****g chair, forcing me to watch as they took turns to screw my mom, right before my f*****g eyes.

I yelled, I begged,

I cried like a girl, but they didn't stop until mom passed out, then they shot me in the chest, making me pass out also. A few weeks later, I woke up in the hospital bed where I got the painful news of my mom's death. She had taken her own life, the trauma was just too much for her to bear. I was lucky to survive the gunshot, the bullet had narrowly missed my heart, it punctured my lungs, but that got fixed after several surgeries.

I was a completely different person after that experience. I kept that bullet that was pulled out of my chest, it was a f*****g reminder of what could happen if I don't keep my head in the game. I swore never to be weak again. I trained hard, so damn hard, harder than my father or anybody else expected. I got better every f*****g day. Two years after that attack, I single-handedly invaded the camp of the Russian and I killed every f*****g person in that revised, burning it to the ground.

My father was proud, I didn't just become the man he wanted me to be, I was better, stronger and I was feared and respected by every gang leader and drug Baron. I earned their fear and respect when I killed the Russians and destroyed all their hideous. I felt so powerful, so f*****g powerful. I was only nineteen, but I let my father take the back seat while I took over the family business. My dad never objected to my taking over from him, he saw that I was driven by anger and the need to protect my family. He urged me to use my anger to good use and become better and stronger than him, and that is exactly what I've done.

Before I turned twenty-five, I was the most feared man I'm the whole of New York. At the mention of my name, grown men were seen shivering and wetting their pants. I was skilled. I know how to make someone bleed to death with the most random objects you could think of. I know how to knock someone out in a few seconds by just pressing on a few nerves. I have a perfect aim with a gun or knife and I always aim to kill. I took some lessons with a long gun, making me a good sniper. I learned the best way to t*****e people for information, dragging it on and on for days without killing my victims. Sometimes, I just do it for fun though.

Having that much power had its ups and downs. I had a lot of enemies, I had to keep my head in the game at all times, else I'll take another bullet to my f*****g chest, and this time, I'm sure they wouldn't miss. I got plenty people that turned their backs on me, trying to challenge me as the head. Even my own uncle tried to come at me, but I always prevailed, and they always meet their demise. The power was like coke, it gets to your f*****g head. It felt like I was on top of the world, I felt so f*****g powerful. I've handled the business better than my father, I flushed out every tainted coke, pills, heroin, I f*****g burnt the whole s**t, securing my territory and suppressing every resistance from my enemies. No one dares challenge me because I am merciless in dealing with my enemies and I don't forgive easily. I was so ruthless had heartless, I never got into any relationship because I had no heart to give to any girl, I was not your normal lover boy, Nah. I discovered that I love being in control, I love pain as much as I love pleasure. I'm a Dominant, and I have no plans of giving up control to any woman, never. I've never lost any battle, the family business was booming and everything is going smoothly, well, it was going smoothly until fifteen years later when I fell in love.

Her name is Francesca. She is the best thing that ever happened in my life and I loved her so much. She was a perfect Submissive, she was so f*****g perfect and she satisfied my every desire, you have no idea what that felt like. She was so sweet, so honest and understanding, it was hard to fall for such an angel. She was my everything, I gave her all I had and I kept no f*****g secrets from her, I told her everything, every f*****g secret of mine.

How was I to know that she would be my downfall, how was I to know that she was planted in my life as a distraction. I dated Francessa for three f*****g years, she moved in with me after six months and we lived together, happily, or so I thought. I thought everything was perfect, I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with her, then one day, I came back from work, and she was gone, just like that.

No word,

No message,

She just upped and left.

I tried calling her numbers but she wasn't taking any of my calls or responding to my messages. I watched the whole city, I issued threats and warnings, I f*****g put out a reward of ten million on her. But nobody had any idea who she was or where I could replace her. It felt like she never existed, it felt like she was just a figment of my imagination and it's f*****g driving me crazy.

I was broken, I became vulnerable. It made me feel like I've lost all f*****g control. I couldn't think straight and I couldn't do anything about it. A few months after she left, I got information that she was spotted in Hawaii and I boarded my private jet and flew off to Hawaii, leaving everything behind to go search for her. Well, I wish I didn't go. I wish I hadn't gone to search for her, the truth was too hard to believe, the truth was too hurtful, It rendered me completely speechless and weak.

I found her in the arms of a spineless weasel, a common drug baron named Harrison Black. After days of torture, they finally spilt out the whole truth, making me even more speechless, if that was even possible. Francesca happens to be his mistress and they have two kids, seven and six years respectively. Black and some of the other drug lords planned all this. They were in business with a certain king called Ashford. I discovered several things that I never knew of, it was so f*****g crazy.

It turns out that werewolves, Lycans and other shitty fictional creatures are real. The ad king wants to eliminate the werewolves so he's selling them off to the drug lords, using them as slaves, starving them and working them so hard until they died. The stories were just too ridiculous, so f*****g crazy. Francesca was planted in my house just so she could keep me distracted from their ridiculous affairs. They did all this for some stupid game, some stupid, stupid deals. I can't believe that they dared to toil with my feelings because they wanted to make a little extra money from the Lycan king. They aren't paying for Labor and they were producing double the amount of coke than before.

They made a foul out of me, I was so stupid and I fell right into their traps. She got into my heart and tore it into shreds. I thought I was so strong, I thought I was so powerful but I was weakened by a woman, I was broken by a woman. I sent some guys to check out if their stories check out, they come back a few days later with the report that proves that everything they told me was true.

I still couldn't believe it, I just can't believe it. I couldn't do anything about it, I couldn't even think straight. For months, I stayed locked in my room, my dad had to step back in to run the business, but he has no idea of what was going on and even if he did, he still couldn't do anything about it. I was rendered completely useless. I gave up on everything and everyone.

A year after that incident and I still haven't recovered from the heartbreak. I was still a shell of myself and it was getting harder for my dad to keep everything in order. Matteo and Riccardo dragged me to a club one day and I got a lap dance from a very beautiful lady who caught my attention. She is sad, I could tell that she had been crying, but she still did a beautiful job in teasing me, making me yearn for a woman's touch for the first time since Francesca left. We had a little talk while she flirted with me and I found out that she is also having serious issues.

One thing led to the other and we ended up in a hotel, making love to each other. She was a virgin, a pure innocent virgin and I used her as a rebound. I never knew that girls like this still existed, she is so perfect, so beautiful, I couldn't bring her into my messed up life, I couldn't do that to her, her life would be in danger. I had to leave before she woke up in the morning, I couldn't replace any explanation to give to her, I simply left a note, telling her that she wouldn't fit into my world of b**m.

That's all I could come up with, I couldn't replace anything else to say to her, I just have to leave. I can't bring her into my life until I replace myself again, I can't love her the way she deserves until I get my revenge on all those that played with my emotions. She just gave me a reason to stand up again, she gave me a reason to live again and now, I'm going to replace out what is really going on in my city. When I take care of everything that is bothering me, I'll go search for my girl. I hope she forgives me and takes me back.