Dark, red blood covers my body.

I killed five people.

I, am a murderous monster.

Men and women around me yell, shoot and laugh. Gunshots fill the air. Empty bullet shells litter the ground.

A tall man with the black hair runs towards me, ready to kill me. In his eyes I can see his one for blood, his need. Before he has a chance to even touch me, I shoot him in the head and another bullet straight to the heart. His eyes stare into my soul but I feel nothing, I feel no emotions.

A slight smile appears on my lips.

I look up at the Serbian mansion, looking for their leader. I look for more people to kill, more blood to be spilled. Blood that can take my mind off the sadness that will surely consume me.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Stefano and Giovanni fighting Serbian men.

Their stance is perfect, their techniques impeccable. Their faces is gloomy and just as numb as mine.

All of a sudden, I am pushed forward. I turn and see my wife, blood smeared across her face.

Two women and two men approach us.

"Eh look," one of the women says elbowing the other women. "It's the newly-weds."

The Serbian man begin to laugh, "What a honeymoon," one of them says with a deep accent.

I swiftly pull out my glock and shoot the two men, twice each.

Angela punches one of the woman and squats down so I can kill them.

My wife pulls out a dagger from her holster and sinks the knife into one of the woman's chest.

"Mateo," she says looking down at her leg. "Mateo," she repeats herself. I look down, seeing a short sword sunken into her thigh, blood oozing out.

Angela sinks to the ground, her hands over the Serbian short sword.

"You will be okay," I say. The first words words to escape my lips since we got here.

Giovanni runs over to us and tells me that I can go and that he will take care of her. He tells me to finish this and to honour my word.

So I run. I run into the house, killing everyone in sight.

I finally find the Serbian mafia leader's room, the door slightly ajar.

Entering the room I see my father and the Serbian Don, their guns pointed at each other.

My father is lost for blood, clear in his eyes.

"Son," my father warns.

Not a second passes when three guns go off.

My aim is perfect.

The Serbian Don down, two bullet wounds; one in the chest the other in his head.

More of my familyis blood spilled.

My father lays on the floor, his eyes half open.

"Mateo," he says my name through gasps.

"Father, please don't leave me," I sink to the ground next to him. I place my hand over the bullet wound. My hands stained with my father's blood. Tears begin pooling in my eyes.

His eyes staring to mine "You will be a good Mafia leader," he takes a deep breath, "Take care of them I am so proud of you."

His chest rises,

It does not go down again.

I get up, tears running down my face.

I see the Serbian Mafia leader that single-handedly killed both my grandmother and my father.

Seventeen bullets leave the barrel of my gun.

Yes, I may be the bad guy, but I will always look out for me and my family, because if I don't no one will do it for me.

Finno alla prossima votta

(Until the next time)

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