CHAPTER TWO

DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEW

All my life, I have only ever known of blood. From the moment the doctor brought me out of the darned woman that had the misfortune of bringing me into this world. I had my first kill at the age of ten; the woman assigned to me by my foster mother rubbed my body in a manner I hated to I took the toothbrush by the side and stabbed her eye with it.

 I proceeded to slit her throat after that; it was my most messy kill. I remember my small hands feeling too messy and that was why I always had a hand towel on me wherever I went. My second kill was the judge and my therapist at the age of fifteen. I had been sent to a correctional facility by the judge and assigned to a therapist for my "strange behaviour" as the judge has said.

I found my hatred for labels then. I remembered the way the judge's face scrunched up as he labelled my new found activities, he called me a psychopath, the rage I felt at the sound of that was unlike any one in my age range. I vowed to myself that I would slit his throat while smiling at him. 

My hatred for labels grew when the therapist assigned to me called me a sociopath, it made my blood boil so I overpowered her, forced her to ingest pills on her coffee table and watched as she convulsed before me until she stopped breathing. That same night, I killed eight guards and escaped from prison. The mere thought of getting a longer sentenced repulsed me. A few weeks later, I escaped to Italy the land of my home birth as I had been told by the nun in the orphanage I spent the first eight years of my life in.

I established myself as the king there with my successful business; I deal in anything that would get me money, drugs, women, alcohol, weapons, anything that would add to the billions in my bank. It was not easy on the way up. I had to overthrow Luca Moretti, the king before me. He had a strong hold on the people as he kept them in fear of what would happen to them if they rebelled so I gained his trust.

I started as a common soldier until he made me his personal guard, it was at a drug raid that I stabbed him in the back, literally. I struck a knife, the same one he gave me as a gift after I exposed a rat in his army. I relished in the way his life slowly left his eyes. I made sure to blame it on the Spanish though, they were enemies of Luca and they were responsible for the drug raid on his warehouse so it was easy to.

Killing his underbosses was much harder though. I had them all gathered in one place after sending a message from Luca's secret phone for emergencies; he had no idea I knew about it. Once they all gathered, I had the doors sealed with titanium steel so they would be unable to escape, filled the room with toxic flammable gas and set the room on fire. I remembered their screams and how much they excited me.

A few months after cleaning up; killing anyone and everyone that would be tied to Luca and his underbosses, including their soldiers, I made a new army, one for myself that I could be confident in. I did not trust anyone of them beut it definitely helped to know that they were all handpicked by me.

Thinking back to the night before, the face of the beauty I spent the last hours buried in filled my mind. She was beautiful, breathtaking and for some reason, still on my mind. I usually forgot the women I slept with and sought my own pleasure and never their own. Sometimes, I had them killed off as some of them thought they could carry my child after one night of passion so the fact that I still thought of her troubled me.

"Sir, we're here" I heard my driver Alessandro say as the car stopped in front of my warehouse. I got out, buttoned my suit and walked over to the entrance.

"This is the new shipment of cocaine sir, the doc says they are the best anyone could ever get." Alessandro said as I opened a packet with my knife, tasted it to know if it was good enough and making sure to spit it out. I had a rule 'never get high on your own shit', seeing what it did to Luca was more than enough reasons to ensure that neither I nor anyone in my army smoked this shit.

To be sure of its potency, I pulled out my secret substance and poured it on the white powder. If it turned yellow, doc would be getting a bullet between his eyes and his daughters would be sent over to my array of whores but if it turned blue, he would be getting a reward. 

"Shit" I whispered as it turned green, it was three times as potent as anything I had ever seen. Anyone that took this would fly as high as a kite but if they took too much, they would die instantly. 

"Give the doc a raise by thirty percent. This is the good shit" I said smiling at the thought of the millions I would make from this. The American market would eat this up like moth to a flame.

"Sir" I heard Alessandro say and I turned to see his expression was one of fear and grim. I furrowed my brows in confusion

"What is it?" 

"Sir, I received a report from Micheal, the police are on their way here'

"How many minutes?"

"Five minutes sir" he said and I closed my eyes in anger before punching him square in the jaw

"You failed me and there's only one road in and out of here. Call judge Harris and let him know he is about to sentence me to jail and no matter what, do not shoot at them. I am not going to prison today. 

Moments later, I heard the sirens and I closed my eyes once again as my rage simmered below. Walking forward, I held my hands up and next thing I knew, a police officer handcuffed me after slamming my face forward in the bonnet of the car; he would definitely pay for that, I thought to myself as I was roughly handcuffed, "Mr Vitiello, you are under arrest for murder, drug trafficking, human trafficking….." I heard him read out a list of offences and my miranda rights as I was led to the car. I thought back to Alessandro in the warehouse hiding and vowed to punch him once more as the van was started and drove off into civilization once again

'I am not going to prison today' I said to myself once more