She was never to become anything.
She was simply a payment, and once the debt was settled, she would be nothing to me.
She thought her life had changed in a blink of an eye the moment she came home to see her father strapped to a chair, a gun being held to his head. It was my life that changed that day, not hers.
The blood of my enemy ran through her veins, and no matter how much she wanted to save me, she never would have. I am a monster. I can’t be saved. I would consume the world in a blaze of fire before my need for vengeance was ever fulfilled.
They say the truth will set you free…
I thought she had betrayed me in ways I never expected, but in the end, it was I who had committed the ultimate betrayal.
Doubts ruin, truths hurt, and just one lie can destroy an entire army. If being the king has taught me anything, it’s that everyone desires the truth, but no one wants to be honest.
The monster inside of me has been set free, and I will stop at nothing to destroy my enemies.
I am a living, breathing, killing machine… This war has just begun.
bend over. I’m angry with myself for feeling as if I’m not strong enough to
handle this. It’s more than just a war with John; it’s a war with myself to be
the man I need to be, the man my mom wanted me to be.Without thinking, I kick the coffee table in front of me as my anger and
frustrations boil over. I can’t do this; I was never taught how to deal with
this shit. When you live a life like mine, you know nothing but strength,
power, privilege, and entitlement. You grow up believing you’re better than
everyone else and can do whatever the hell you want. I have lived my life
believing I’m invincible, so imagine my shock when weakness and vulnerability
smacked me in the face. I never considered the possibility that I, the feared
and powerful leader of the King empire, could fall to my knees, no longer
And yet, here I am…broken and alone with no fucking clue about what to do
With all my strength, I haul my ass off the sofa, my mind blazing with things I
can’t control. Did loving her make me weak, or am I bringing myself down? Do I
only have myself to blame for my downfall?
“You’re what you make of yourself, Alzerro.” I suddenly hear my
mother’s soft, comforting voice. I’m taken back to when I was a toddler and
would snuggle in her lap while she shared bits of wisdom and ran her fingers
through my hair. I always felt so loved and safe in her arms. Looking back, I
think she somehow knew she wouldn’t be here when I grew up, so she made sure
she gave me those cherished moments and memories to always hold on to for
comfort and guidance.
I can’t do this, Mom…I can’t fucking do this…My chest is heaving, and
as I whip open the back door to run, I realize I have nowhere to go. I am a
little boy again, trapped and afraid.
“You’re stronger than this, Figlio. You can do what needs to be done. I
believe in you.” Her voice is merely a whisper in my mind, but it rattles my
heart so much that I feel as if I’ll pass out. Instead, I walk outside and sink
to my knees in the backyard, welcoming the darkness as it encompasses me.
“Come on, Alzerro, we must be going now, and we don’t have time for you to
change,” my mother yelled up the stairs. She was always telling me what to
do, what to wear, and how to act. My mom checked my appearance every time we
left the house. Sometimes I wore the wrong shoes, chose the wrong tie, or had
wrinkles in my clothes. No matter how small the imperfection, I had to keep
trying until I met her high standards. She wanted me to be perfect, but I never
“Mom, I don’t want to go,” I complained. Whining never did me any good, so
I had no idea why I was acting like a brat.
Looking me straight in the eyes, she smiled. My mom was breathtaking and
beautiful in her own way.
“We all do lots of things we don’t want to do, Alzerro. That is the lesson in
life: sometimes things are hard, and it’s impossible to see the light at the
end of the tunnel,” she began to explain. My mom bent down to adjust my
tie, like I knew she would, before continuing, “but once you reach the end
of the tunnel, you can look back and say, ‘That wasn’t so hard now, was
I pondered what she said for a moment before asking, “Have you ever had to
do something like that?”
Her head tipped to the side as she examined her work, and for a second I
thought she wouldn’t answer me. Then she crouched down to my eye level and
stared at me for a moment.
“We all have to do things we don’t want to. I have done my fair share of
things I never wanted to do, as have many of the people around you. There will
come a time in your own life when you have to make choices and do things you
don’t want to. When the chance arises, grab it and hold on. If you do what you
think is right to the best of your abilities, I promise that you will come out
a new, better person in the end…”
The memory spirals out before I can finish my thought. I come to my senses and
feel the plush grass beneath my hands. Tears streak down my face, and as I wipe
them away, more appear. I take deep breaths, trying to steady my rapidly
There is no other way around all of this. I know that in the end, I won’t have
to make a choice for it has already been made. My choice is a life with Bree; I
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