Chapter 1 and Prologue

Sneak Peek:

I kissed him on the lips and focused on the rode to complete the journey to the mansion.

My father was mad when he found out about my affair with Issiah. Issiah wants a divorce so he can be with me, love me, care for me, marry me, show me off, kiss me, hug me, without having to hide it from people. I knew he was married. It was wrong. But my feelings got the best of me. I know it will never make things right but I love Issiah and he loves me. Issiah and I got separted when we were young and it killed me. I mean like it literally killed me but that is a story for another time.

Zachary or Issak is behind us in his black Rolls Royce and is worried and nervous since he is going to see his kids and boyfriend who he hasn't seen face to face in close to two years.

I cant blame him. But he is in for a ride. The triplets are devils. I am their favorite obviously. I haven't seen the mansion in months. Since I started dating Issiah I haven't visited. Issiah has always been protective of me and is always trying to find a way to make me stay. Not in a toxic way but in a playful way. It's hard to explain.

As we reached the neighborhood I was already getting cold feet. I didn't want to do it but I knew I had to for the sake of me, and everybody involved.

I looked over at Issiah and saw how nervous he was. He loves Dino just cant express it. He is difficult in expressing his emotions but for me he is different. He never really had a relationship with him since Dino was seven I think. When Dino told Issiah he was gay their whole relationship crumble down. I kissed Issiah on the lips and we drove into the drive way. The whole drive way was packed but luckily I had access to the garage. We went to the garage and Zachary followed. I parked the car in an empty slot and exited the car with Issiah. Zachary did the same and we were greeted by the triplets, Dino closely behind. I was about to say something when the triplets yelled, "Daddy?!"

Oh boy here we go for a brand new adventure. One thing I know for sure, DRAMA is going to unfold.

*This story will be Dino’s and Zach but there will be parts of Dimitri and other people's perspectives.*

The story begins:

Dimitri POV:

Living in a life full of mafias and housewives was never me. I never wanted a housewife. I was not homophobic. I love the gays, the lesbians, the pansexuals or whatever you are. I am a supporter of the LGBTQ+ community. I am pansexual. I wanna tell you my story. This story might as well be told before my punishment is served. But my story does not really start until the end. Before we get to my story we have to go to my parents story first. My parents are Dino and Zachary. their love was never accepted even after so many years of being together people still get over the fact that they were gay and had kids, me and my brothers. They didn't let the negative aura around them destroy their relationships with them and others.

I always lived in a life where people hated each other. Even the people that were nice and friendly turned out to be evil and disgusting. They always used the people who were close to my parents or people close to them to use them for their own personal gain. I will always love my father even if we have that special love and hate relationship. I love him more than I hate him. Even as a kid I would always appreciate the small things. I was spoiled but that didn't turn me into a brat. It almost did but some helped me along the way. They helped me open my eyes and I helped them. I will always love him. Vincenzo Ramirez, my savior, my lover, my best friend, my most prized possession, the person the love most in this world besides my family and friends. He will always be close second. Now where are my manners? I am Dimitri. Dimitrus to be exact. My father is gay from when I found out maybe about close to 20 and a half years ago. My whole life was a lie. I was not born from a woman. It was a man. This man was my father. The person who took care of me. Helped me when I was down. Brought me back up from my darkest days. If I have to tell you my story then here we go. We will go back to when I was three years old. The time where my father was raping my “sweet adorable mother” or that is what people thought. I was raised by maids or servants or sometimes my father. He would always be with me and my brothers if something were to happen. My father was a man who was not like every other mafia man or leader. I never paid attention to how he treated my sister Rebecca with hatred. I thought maybe it was normal. I mean he was raised in a homophobic and sexist family. His father was a ruthless leader. His father was a person you never want to deal with. I guess he was treated differently growing up. My father would always be there when we were down, happy, mad, angry, sick, or just plain healthy. He never cared what people told him about his parenting. People are scared of my father and they were scared that we would end up like him as well. It all started in 1965.

I was born in 1962. 1965 I was only 3 years old. Rebecca was not born yet. She was born when I was 5 years old. She was a product of a rape and she knew that. My father told her everyday since she was seven years old that he did not love nor her mother and that she will never be his daughter. He was cold but he supported her through everything. Even though he treated as nothing he still gave her love that even she knew was love that she had to grateful for. She supported my dad even if that was to treat her as nothing. Rebecca was distant towards Ashline. Ashline never kids but she saw it as her "job", a "chore". Rebecca was parasite to her. A burden. A waste of oxygen. She blamed Rebecca but she didn't realize she was waste of oxygen. The burden. A parasite. She didn't realize until it was to late. No going back. She made her choice. Never realizing the consequences. Blinded by obsession over my mother Dino. She was jealous that Zachary had wrapped his pinky.

A/N: *We are going into a flashback of 1965. During this time it was during the Vietnam War. Everything is not really detailed, it is more like an everyday life. Pretend the Vietnam war is not happening right now. Thanks and let's get right into this. Dimitri is telling his life story but we are going to experience it as well. Not really a flashback for more like going back in time in a way.*

Going back in time. 56 years ago….

*Still in Dimitri’s POV: *

“Daddy,” I yelled as tears rolled down my face.

“Wait son. Daddy is opening the door,” my father yelled in a somewhat calmed voice.

“Baby come here. What happened? Daddy was in a meeting,” he said in a soothing voice while I was still crying into his shoulder.

“Daddy, don’t get mad but mommy hit me,” I replied as I tried to stop crying.

At that moment even as a little kid or a toddler I knew I made a big mistake.

“What do you mean? Where did she hit you,” my father said in an angry voice, trying to calm his voice down but failing to do so.

“She slapped me in the face, she kicked me in the tummy, she told me…. things…. and more,” I replied knowing that something bad was gonna come out of this. I touched my tummy only to realize that I had a really bad big bruise.

“What did she say,” my father had a tear in his face as he asked probably knowing what she said and I went to go hug him but he sat me right back down.

I did not want to say anything but I did, “She said you were a faggot, you like men, she said you….will...hurt...me and brothers-” before I could finish my daddy left the room and I ran after him.

“Daddy, wait,” I yelled trying to run after him but my tummy was hurting.

“Dimitri go back to the office,” he said in a rough tone and it scared me but I did not go. I stayed and I wish I didn’t. I wish someone would've told me what was about to happen…..

Dino (Dimitri’s Dad POV):

Italic: *thinking to themselves.*

What was this whore thinking? She fucking has the audacity to tell my son that I am a faggot and that I will hurt him with his brothers. I saw red. I did not care. I was walking to the kitchen knowing Dimitri was running behind me.

“Dimitri, go back to the office,” I said in a rough tone. It was a tone that Dimitri hates me talking in. He really bosses me around even though he is only three years old. He is just like his father. I wish he was here. I wish he was here and Ashline was not. I need him.

He still didn't listen. F*ck, he is going to be traumatized after what he sees. I wanted to turn back but i was like blinded of rage and possession over my kids. I havent felt this way since the tramatixing in highschool with Storm and...Zachary. I walked to the kitchen and I saw Ashline slap one of the maids. I was already next to her when I saw her in a confident position. Her hands were crossed and she had a smirk on her face. She knew that Dimitri told me. I slapped her. I heard Dimitri gasp and heard sobs. I wanted to soothe him to stop him from crying when I realized that his brothers were home.

“Daddy, we're home,” my beautiful children yelled as they were running this way.

They reached the kitchen and started growling. I guess they know what has been going on.

I was startled when I heard them. Are there wolves acting up or something this early?

“Stop growling. Turn around and cover your ears,” I said knowing that I am going to take care of three crying children. Rip Dino. I guess this is how I die.

They turn around and cover their ears as I pull Ashline’s hair and bang her on the table. I throw her to the wall and punch her in the stomach. She was crying but I was not going to stop. I punched her face so hard in different places it was probably gonna give her a bunch of bruises. I had enough of her. She had to die until blood started dripping and I realized that I went too far but I did not care. I got the knife and cut her face to leave a scar from her right brow to her left side of her mouth. Guess she does not have that pretty face now. That is a punishment for cheating on me. I am faithful. I do not ever wanna be those mafia men who are not faithful to their wives. I am like them in a way. I guess I will show her who is in control. I wiped off the blood and yelled at one of the servants named Amaya a pretty little thing to tell the doctor of what happened and to fix her. I mean can you fix her? She knew what she was getting into.

I went back to Dimitri and his brothers and told them to stop crying,not to turn back and go to my room. They did as told and went to my room as I instructed. I knew that I had a whole lot explaining to do and apologizing to do....