Work for Serena? That was the last thing that I ever wanted to fucking do. Be a lap dog for one of the most influential figures in the organized crime world, but if there was anyway of getting rid of this burden that deadbeat placed on me then just maybe I can put up with it.
"I will give you five minutes to give me an answer, if not then... well you know what will happen. You are a smart boy."
Serena's brown eyes shot daggers at me. In this world ruled by the strong where the weak are just the fodder that they play and do with as they see fit my only option was to be her gopher. The thought of death allured me tantalizing me with the fact if I were dead then nothing or nobody could control me, but what if I made it out. What if there were a way to see the other side.
"You know what Serena I will play along, but I want my freedom I will work for you until I pay off my father's debt, and then we are fucking done. Do you understand what I am trying to say?"
Laughter filled the room. Serena's entourage seemed amused as if saying I just signed a contract with the devil herself, and by all sense of the word Serena was worse than any devil.
"Good boy" she made an expression that I never thought her capable of making, she smiled like a genuine smile, as if she found a priceless piece of art. I could sense an impending doom, but what else could I possibly do.
" You will undergo training, you will learn the ways of the underworld. How to kill, steal, lie, manipulate, everything you need in order to carry out my orders will be ingrained in you brain."
Me. Kill. I could not bear the possibility of taking another's life but if it meant that I could go on one more day then whatever it took. I don't know, but this feeling was beginning to form within me. Death felt final. I had nothing yet here I was clinging to the thought of living another day.
" For the next three years I will keep a close eye on making sure you do what is needed of you, until then do not let me down. " Her words were sharp, there was no hesitation in her voice.
The henchmen dragged me away, I did not put up a fight as it would just be a problem in the future if she thinks that I am putting up a resistance. As they took me to another room in the villa. One of the henchmen remained behind the rest.
He was a huge husky man. Easily 6'5 and 250lbs. He was bald wearing a pitch black suit that made him look professional. He had no discernable features but his towering figure gave him a certain air about him.
" I will train you, and mold you. There will be no hesitation, for the foreseeable future you will do as told. I am not your friend nor colleague. You will do as told and do when I say so. The boss has told me to expect trouble from you, but you do not seem to pose much of a threat."
His voice carried a heavy weight. Not knowing where to go form here I just nodded in agreement " as if there was a choice. " I thought to myself.
" Training will start early in the morning. First we learn hand to hand combat.... "
" Shouldn't I learn to handle guns first, learning to shoot feels more practical? " I interjected and boy I wish I didn't.
It felt like being hit like a car going 100mph. His fist fast and heavy straight to the gut. I reflexed my body not knowing what just happened, but feeling the pain 100 times over.
" That is why you need to know hand-to-hand combat. If you cannot defend yourself against a single punch then how can you expect to even get to the gunfight. "
Groaning on the floor writhing in pain, I cannot believe what I had gotten myself into. This was only the first day of three more years, 1095 days, 26,280 hours, 1,576,800 minutes, of grueling training in the ways of the underworld.
After that display of strength the bodyguard left and after a few minutes returned with a tray of food, seemingly fresh out of a kitchen it was the best meal I had in a couple of days.
" The name's Leon Mancini, be up at 7:00 am "
As he settled down the tray on the nightstand next to the bed, I managed to prop myself up onto the bed. Seeing as how that was just a taste of what was to come, I struggled to eat. The food although delicious seemed like a final meal in death row. Delicious fettuccini with grilled lobster decorated the plate. Honestly one of the best meals I ever had.
After the meal the exhaustion took a hold of me, not managing to escape it's grasp I closed my eyes.
Cold. Cold. Cold. Freezing cold. Woken up by a terrible code I realized I was still in the Renata house hoping it was all some nightmare. Feeling myself soaked it was Leon holding a bucket.
" Get up lets get to work " he spoke in such a rugged manner as if not wasting breath on pointlessness.
Day one in hell begun, would I survive or would the Renata's just have another body on their repertoire.