With in a split second I had lost two of the most imperative things in the world to me. My father, mentor, friends and second the love of my life, my angel. Ivan would pay for the first but sadly I would have to pay for the second one myself.
When I left, I saw her broken and begging me to Leave every thing and stay with her. A life of security, a life without the Bratva but Bratva was not just a name it was me, it was in my blood. I knew there would be no happily ever after for me. If I chose angel then who ever took over would come for me. They would not leave loose ends and i was not willing to put angel in any kind of danger.
I traveled back to Russia in a total state of numbness only to be greeted by a sight that ripped me inside out. My father's mutilated body. Upon his grave I would make Ivan pay.
Long live Don Castello Valera.
I kept hearing this chant from any one who would come crying to the grave. My father had not just been some one who controlled every thing, he loved his people, he cared and provided for them, multitudes of houses were taken care by him. Women and children knew to come to him in the time of need. Bratva, the brotherhood.
6 months later:
I stand behind Ivan my dagger pressing his throat. "Alexi, do record this for me, will you. This will fortunately be Ivan the terrible's last video".
"Don Valera, have mercy" he begged
"well I am not Don Valera am I because he would truly have had mercy on you. Should I have mercy on you like you did on him or the countless others you slaughtered for the fun of it. You sadistic bastard. Documenting and airing everything live not scared that someone would come for you. Well sadly for you Don Valera is not here to take mercy on you, I am Don Castello " with that I press the knife in his throat, his warm blood coasting my hand, his gurgling voices fallindeaf to my ears as he choked on his own blood.
I felt sick, nauseated, I had never killed a man before. And not in this torturous way would I ever do it but my enemies needed to know who they were dealing with. Ivan had drained all the mercy out of me when he murdered my father in cold blood. I needed every one to know not to come after me or mine.
"I am Don Castello, make no mistake that I will never show mercy to those who harm me or mine" I wipe the knife off of Ivan's clothes and tell Alexi to send the video to all the group heads.
The police had been bought and paid, the higher officials will turn a blind eye because after all I am a business man with money in my pockets.