Chapter 1. Oliver

I speed past people and cars alike. Not giving a care in the world about anything, my brother would kill me, but I couldn’t give a shit. This was the most fun I have had in a while. Don’t get me wrong, I love torture and a good ole fuck here and there but this; running from the cops in a high speed car chase was a whole other story. The feel of constant adrenaline pumping through your veins is unlike any other feeling out there.

The police have been on my family's ass since even before I was born. They were so keen on taking my family down but that was never gonna happen. We were precise on how we did things and how we took care of inconveniences. Well…my brothers were, they had to be perfect, most of the time. But me? I was the black sheep. My frazzled ADHD mind couldn’t take being so quick and clean like my brothers. I had to be messy and have my fun with little rats. I usually handle things with a wooden bat. You know, the ones that have the barbed wires all over it? Yeah that one. Usually I would hit people with it until they talked and then when they were done, I would shoot them dead. It made me happy to see blood and brains splattered all over every surface of the basement me and my brothers used to interrogate people. Very simple stuff.

I took a sharp turn to the left. It led into a sketchy alleyway. There was one person but I didn’t slow down to take a good look at them. They turned towards me and I caught the slightest glimpse of wispy, long, black hair before a zoomed passed them. I couldn’t turn around, not when the cops were on my ass. As much as I wanted to see them a little closer, I couldn’t. Maybe in another life Mystery person. I took an exit out of the alley and turned down another one before I slowed down and watched as the cop cars sped right past me. I let out a loud sigh before I sat back in my seat. My heart was still pumping from the excitement and my leg was still bouncing up and down. I needed to get home before I fell asleep in my car. Not like I hadn’t before, I just prefer to sleep in my bed.

I started the car up again and slowly made my way out of the alley. I turned down a quiet street full of houses. I just wanted to get home at this point. I was about to turn on some music before my phone rang. It was my older brother; Sebastien. I gave a loud groan before I picked it up and answered it.

“Yo” I said, waiting for my brother's response.

“What the fuck Ollie? What were you thinking?” He said through the phone, eerily calm.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, hoping he didn’t already find out about the police chase that I was just in.

“You got chased by the cops, on purpose!” He yelled.

Shit. He kept up to date with the police. Didn’t he?

“Look, I was just having some fun. Nothing to worry about Seb.” I say as I turn onto my street.

“Fun? You could have been caught for fucks sake!” He shouted. I knew it was coming. His loud raspy voice reminded me way too much of dad. He knew that too.

“Hey, calm down big bro, it’s all taken care of, I took my license plate off before it all went down.” I said as I finally turned into my driveway.

He let out a sigh and I could tell just by hearing him that he was pinching the bridge of his nose.

“If you get caught for stupid shit like this, then this whole family is fucked.”

I took a second as I unbuckled my seat belt and got out of my car. “Yeah, I get it. I promise, nothing is gonna happen. Lighten up!” I said in an enthusiastic tone before I entered my house.

He hung up after saying goodbyes and I headed to my room after locking the front door behind me. I loved my family, more than anything and I would always put their best interests first. After our mom died, the only stable person that was in our lives. We had nothing but each other. Our dad had a wandering eye and was constantly out cheating, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if I had some secret sibling out there somewhere.

I took off my coat and threw it on the ground next to the couch. I kicked off my shoes as I made my way to my room. I didn’t care if I made a mess. I could always get to it in the morning. I opened the door to my bedroom and stripped until I was nude. I slipped into bed and took one look out my slightly uncovered window and saw the sun peeking out from behind the horizon. Ah, what the fuck.

I turned away from the window and fell asleep. But not without thinking about the random person in that alley way. The only other person in that alley way.

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I TAKE OUT MY PHONE and start to call my brother. The police chase wasn’t as bad and didn’t really put our family in jeopardy except for the fact I went down an alleyway that just so happened to be private property. That's why only one person was there. Makes sense now.

The phone rings and on the third buzz, my brother picks up.

“Hey man,” I said through the line as I hopped out of my car and leaned against it.

“What did you do?” He asks. Zavier was much more fun to be around than Seb. He knew how to have a good laugh and be serious all at once.

“You immediately think I did something?” I said as I tried to make my voice sound as dramatic as possible.

“Well, why else would you be calling me?”

“Excellent point!” I said “However, that’s not why I need you, at least not right now. I just wanted to ask if you would want to have some fun? There's a rat in my trunk and I'm already at the old Mason’s place. What do ya say baby bro?” I asked as I took a cigarette out of the box that was in my pocket and lit it before I rested it in between my lips.

I hear a sigh come from my brother on the other side of the phone. “Fine. I’ll be there in fifteen.” He said and hung up.

Perfect. I looked around and then at the abandoned house. The Mason’s were another crime family. However, despite being all rich and fancy, they had a cottage not far out of the city in a secluded area in the woods. The Morselli’s took it over and our families went to war for a long time. But now the Masons are dead and we still used their property for stuff such as this.

I walked over to the trunk of my car and opened it. There lay a snitch. Someone who had taken my family for a bunch of fools and is now gonna pay the consequences. Fucking bitch. I lifted him up and pulled him out of the trunk. I dropped his heavy ass onto the cement and his head made a thud when it hit the ground. I shut the trunk door and dragged him inside the Cabin.

I carefully made my way down the stairs to the basement. I made sure not to hit his head anymore than I did. I wanted him to be awake to feel what it’s like to have your organs ripped out. I tied him to a metal chair that had been screwed into the concrete floor. I made sure the knots were tight and unable to get loose, no matter how hard he struggled.

I stepped back away from the tied down man as I heard the basement door click open. The door shut behind him and he made his way down the stairs. Zavier had arrived with a duffel bag in hand.

“What's in there?” I ask, pointing towards the bag that Zavier had hanging from his grasp.

“Just a few extra toys that I picked up from the trade a few days ago. Nothing special.” He said as he opened the bag and spilled out all of the weapons from the bag. “Cool right?”

“Uh, Fuck yeah!” I yelled as I bent down to grab a dagger.

“Ok Lunatic, non arrivare all'omicidio felice.”

“Oh please. Me? Murder happy? No! Never!” I say as I slap my hand on my chest. “What would make you say such a thing?”

“Because it’s…you. Obviously.” He said as he crossed his arms.

“Fair enough. But in this case, it’s necessary.” I say as I stand up straight and start spinning a hunting knife.

Just before my brother spoke he caught himself and went into full serious mode. I turned around and saw good ole Mr. Febber started to wake up from his little nap.

“Oh shit! Good evening Derek. How was your sleep?” I asked as I fully turned away from my brother and towards the man that was gonna pay for stealing all of our family funds.

“W-what is this?” Derek struggled against the rope, moving back and forth as if he was having a seizure.

“This” I circled my hands, gesturing to his current form. “Is what you deserve, pretty boy.”

“Please! I did nothing! You have to believe me.” He pleaded.

I didn't believe him, not one bit. I had evidence that he attempted to screw my family over. My family will always come first no matter what and the situation that was currently sitting in front of me was not okay. At all.

“Oh. So you didn't steal most of the money that was gonna be used to build a children's hospital?” Zavier Jumped in, walking up behind me.

“Right. Don’t you care about the kids?” I ask, holding a knife up to his neck.

“No, No. I do! I swear Th-the money was to help my sick daughter! She has Cancer!” He yelled. This wasn’t really helping his case. However, I get what he was trying to do but he could have asked for the money with that reason and Sebastien would’ve gladly given it to him out of the kindness of his heart.

“We would’ve given you the extra money if you asked for it.” My brother said as if he was reading my mind. I nodded at the man, agreeing with Zavier.

“But you didn't, so now my dearest brother and I get to have a little fun.” I said as I walked towards the table that held a whole bunch of weapons. I grabbed my go-to item. The bat. With the barbed wire. My precious baby.

I twisted it around in my hand and relished in the weight of it in my hand.

I turned back to the shit face prick that betrayed our family.

“So. Tell me, did you already spend the money?” I asked as I shifted the bat back and forth from each hand as I waited for a response.

“N-no! W-well, some of it but not all of it! I can pay you back, just please let me go” He begged.

“Alright. Fine.” I lifted the bat over my shoulder and I swung the bat into his rib cage. He let out a scream as the vibration of bone cracking was sent up my arm and to my dick.

Zavier uncrossed his arms and took a switchblade out of his pocket. He fidgeted with it as he walked closer and closer to The Traitor.

“What possessed you to play with fire? You know exactly what you were in for when you decided to fuck my family over.” He said as he leaned down and held the switchblade to Derek’s neck. His face and sweat running down it and tears filled his eyes. I was half hoping that my brother would slit his throat already.

“Please, I promise! It will never happen again.” I said with a shivery breath.

“You’re right. It won’t.” I say and my brother pulled the knife away from Derek’s throat.

I watched as relief took his face until my brother plunged his switchblade into The traitor’s thigh. Derek screamed and his eyes opened to a very inhuman extent at the shock. I grinned at the very lovely sight.

“Shut up.” Zavier spat. “Do you want me to cut your tongue next?” He asked as he ripped out the knife from his leg and held it to the corner of his mouth.

Derek shut his mouth quickly and side-eyed the knife that was threatening to cut a forever smile in his face. Derek violently shook his head, silently begging not to be harmed.

I looked at him and my grin faded. Zavier stepped back and crossed his arms as he leaned against the wall. I stepped up and jabbed my bat into his stomach. I stepped back as he gagged and threw up vomit and blood onto the floor. I looked at Zavier for a split second to see his face scrunched up in disgust. I held back my laugh as his eyes started to tear up from the coughing and gagging.

He looked at me then at Zavier. Me and my brother shared a look and he gave me a nod. I smiled before I walked to the side of Derek and tensed my hands around my bat. He looked at me with spit and vomit running down his chin. Tears started to fill his eyes and his lip started to quiver.

“You are a good man for wanting to help your daughter but you made a terrible mistake. We will send your wife and child your regards” I said before I lined the bat up to his head. I smiled and swung the bag with all my force. The bat collided with his skull and a crunching sound echoed through the basement.

I bashed his head in over and over again until he was unrecognizable.Blood and pieces of brain started to stick to the bat. I stopped and my brother pushed himself off the wall and walked towards the body.

Zavier shrank to the floor to get a look at the now very dead Derek Febber.

“I’ll get this mess situated. Call Julia and then our brother.” He said to me and he continued to examine the body.

“On it.” I said and went up stairs to call our personal cleaner.

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