Agostino was a handsome young man, born into wealth and fame.
His father, was the head of the mafia. He was an old, fat, italian man with nice cars and big bucks. He had a wife, and at least three mistresses. He always had a fat cigar in his mouth, and a beautiul girl on his arm. He wore pinstripe suits and black shoes that clicked when he walked. Agostino was his. . .lackey. He ran errands for him, brought him cigars, poured him drinks, got his suits dry-cleaned, got rid of unnecessary clients. By the age of fifteen Agostino was an ideal member of the mob, he could kill 'clients' as well as any other member of the mob, he had the suave to be in the mob, he was much smarter than most of the mob, including his father. But Agostino wanted a real life.
He was twenty two. . .
Agostino was living in hiding under a fake name. His face is unmistakeable, but he moved from the town the mob had claimed. He was happy, worked as a bartender, had a nice little apartment, he lived in comfort. He planned on buying the bar he worked for once the owner agreed to it. They were close friends, so it would'nt be a problem.
Agostino drove to work one night, only to find sirens wailing and people scrambling as firetrucks and firemen tried to put out a massive fire. The bar. It was set aflame. He burst from the car, shaking his head in disbeleif. It was them, he new it. They had found him. He knew his father had died, newspaper headlines screamed at him Mob looks for true leader! things like this. The italian mob his father was head of found him, and there was no turning back.
Agostino jumped as a gentle hand came down on his shoulder, a comforting voice speaking out from behind him.
Agostino. . .I'm glad I've found you. . .
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Rin was ten. He was living in a small town, with his mother, his father, and his two sisters. It was quiet, everybody knew everybody. Rin was a typical kid, he played with a football, rode his bike with his friends, until one day. His father was a gambler. He had gambled away Rin's savings, his two sisters' savings, and his own savings. The father had gotten into some deep s**t with loan sharks, and the threatened to kill him. Well, they stayed true to their word. The loan sharks' thugs broke into Rin's house when the family was sleeping. Now, Rin's room was in the attic, so he went unnoticed and undisturbed. But the thugs found his parents room, and his two sisters. They tied the family up in the living room, and tried to decide how to 'get rid of them'. Rin snuck downstairs and was watching through a hole in a door they hadn't gotten unlocked, and shut again. He saw his father gutted on the floor, his mother screaming when they slit her throat, nad his sisters crying and begging to be let go, both only five, when they were burned alive. Rin was horrified. He hid in a closet when the men left, put out his sisters' bodies, and cried, his young, naive mind stained with the deaths of his beloved family.
10 years later...
Rin was twenty. He moved from the house at the age fo thirteen, his uncle had moved in with him and was a terrible drunk. He hit Rin, burned him with cigarettes, locked him up for days. Rin was constantly remebering this, the flashbacks coming more and more often every day. He was in college, raised his own money for it with jobs in highschool. Rin had noticed people following him, black cars driving after his, stopping in front of is apartment. Who was following him? Rin guessed it was the loan shark, come back for the rest of his payment.
Rin had someone there for him, he loved them. They were his life. If Rin lost them, or vice versa, it would be the end. They lived together in the apartment, they'd known each other since he was, well, ten. They worked perfectly together.
This was torn apart on a sunny, friday afternoon. He walked into the apartment, it was torn apart, searched everywhere. Funiture turned over, pictures broken. And his one love was gone. They were dragged from the apartment, a note left on the refridgerator. It Read-
'You want your sweetheart back? Come to the adress below, you know what we want.'
Rin could've screamed, why did this come back to haunt him now? He was finally happy again! But his damned father had to wreak more havoc on his life, even in death. From the grave, he was destroying everything once more.
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