Guns Over Girls

The Mafia rules are 10 in all.

And I knew them all by heart. While kids my age were in school learning the letters of the alphabet and how to form words with them , I , at the age of six spent hours in the shooting range, shooting at haystacks shaped like people, getting beaten and punished brutally for missing the shots and memorizing the rules that I knew would bind me for life. Not that I didn't study. I was homeschooled by a mafia tutor and I never got to see the life outside of the large walls that sealed me off from the world out there. I had no friends. My father made sure of it. I was being prepared to take over the mafia.

My Father, Alfonso Topaz is the most powerful mafia leader. His name alone sends chills down the spines of the other mafia leaders and normal citizens alike. He conducted different illegal businesses and even the police couldn't do anything about it. His mafia wasn't an underground one. Everyone single person knows who my father Is and how horribly terrifying he is.

I hated him. I never really accepted the fact that my mother was going to marry him. When I was 5, after my real father died, she told me she was getting married to a good man who would be a good husband to her and a good father to me. Even as young as I was then, I knew who Alfonso Topaz was and he was no good man. I remember her holding me with tears in her eyes and quivering lips as she said "We're going to live a happy life with your new father, he would love you like you are his own son". Her eyes didn't hold that much of a conviction when she said that to me.

But we were never happy.

I was locked away from her the moment I turned six. She cried. I cried. She was trashed. Raped. Beaten. Molested right in front of me and each time I was made to watch. Each time I was made to watch my step-father rape her to his heart content, I was beaten up for crying. It was the first mafia rule "Never shed a tear". Soon, after going through immense torture and pain, I couldn't cry anymore. I only watched my mother struggle to get away from him each time until he was finally done with her and cleans up. " Good boy" He would praise me then remind me of the 4th rule of the mafia "Treat them like the trash they are"

Day by day my mother was starting to become a shadow of her self. She wore tattered clothes , and tried to use the little makeup she could get to cover the bruises that marked her face like tattoos. Her lips became white and her skin ghostly pale. Still, she kept repeating the mantra "you will be happy"

And now I've turned 18, I have never been happy.

As I walk down the underground dungeons of my step-father, I can hear cries and wailings mostly from women. He built an underground dungeon with cages to keep his prisoners who were either men captured from another mafia or women who were sex slaves. In one of those cages was my mother, his legally married wife. As I walk past the cages , I try to shut my ear from the pleas of the people who were left to starve to death. I didn't have enough food to go round, I am here for just one person .

I finally get to the cage that holds my mother and I dropped the plate of food heavily in front of her. She looks up from her crouching position and my heart clench like it always does even though I am mad at her.

" You never listen " I say

Her cage is dark and so I couldn't make out her form or how battered she probably looks now. I also know she intends to remain in the dark so I wouldn't have to see her. She stretched her hand and carried the dismantled plate of food.

" yummy! Did you make this?" she replies ignoring my question . It hurt me knowing I am the reason she is in there.

" Mum!" I say " I told you I didn't need the books any longer, why did you have to steal from him and do this to yourself"

" You lied Jaden. You needed them to study for the high school exam!"

" And you had to risk getting beaten up for that, I am never really going to go to school! I only wanted to sit for the exam not get into one! You didn't have to risk your life for something so meaningless!"

Silence followed.

"You should leave before your father finds out you're here"

" He's not my father!" I almost yell. I was about to say something else when the alarm on my phone went off. " Great" I mutter.

" What's wrong? Going to the shooting range again?" She asks. She knows better than anyone that whenever my alarm goes off, it means I have something horrible to do.

" No, I'm going to fuck an innocent girl"

I don't wait for her reply as I walk away from her cage and out of the underground dungeon.

I turned 18 today and in my father's mafia, there is always a ritual to test how mature you have become and to welcome you into the world of the mafia. Innocent girls captured from God knows where suffer the consequences of this ritual. They are thrown into a room with the boys who turn 18 on their birthday and brutally raped while the older men watch and laugh at the cries of the girls. Being the son of the mafia leader, I've always had the privilege of watching how it's done. And today. It is my turn.

As I walk into the giant room that was painted in red to match the evil things that were done here, I supress the urge to throw up. A couple of other boys who shared the date with me were already seated, their number scared me. Not because of what they would do but because of the equal number of girls that would lose their innocence brutally tonight.

I joined the boys on the last seat waiting with beating heart for my father to show up. Soon , men came around to blindfold us. It was part of the ritual. We are to blindly pick a girl whose innocence we had to ruin. The ritual was held for a lot of reasons, mostly to just watch helpless girls beg for their lives and laugh about it but it was also to teach us one thing and to follow the 6th rule " Show no mercy". We were taught to treat men and women alike.

It didn't take long before I heard the cries of young girls. It's time.

I don't know if I am ready for this but I was ready to do anything to get my mother out of there. My father had told me a day ago when I begged him to get my mother out of the dungeon " You'll turn 18 tomorrow, your mother's fate depends on how well you fuck a girl and make her feel pain all over. You don't give pleasure, you take it from them!." No one ever steals from my father and gets away with it, even his legally married wife and so , I knew this was the only chance I had to get her out of there.

But the moment the blindfold on my face was removed and I saw the person whose innocence I had to ruin, my heart fell to the ground.

"No!" I whisper.

"No!"

The sound I made came as a whisper at first. But when the teenage girl in front of me starts crying on seeing me ,my voice becomes high-pitched.

"No!" I shout getting up from my chair. Everyone in the room turned to look at me like I was going crazy. A few boys that were in the same room with me whisper to me get back to my seat before my father arrives the scene and sees me. But

"The ritual must go on"

"You'll get killed"

"There's nothing you can do about it"

"Don't do this Jaden"

Their whispery warning voices fill the room but I ignore them . Even the older men in the Mafia gave me looks that meant I would be dead meat the moment my father comes into the room. There was no escaping the ritual. This was my only chance get my mother out of that dreadful dungeon but I couldn't bring myself to doing this to her. I couldn't do this to the pure innocent girl in front of me.

"The Capo is here" someone announced and the room fell into total silence with only a few sniffles and snorting from the crying girls. My father walks into the room and the air became ominous immediately. The room was so silent that the sound of a pin falling to the ground could be heard from a Mile away. Only his heavy footsteps could be heard as he took long strides into the center of the room. Everyone, both men and women held their face down in the presence of my father.

The Mafia rules are 10 in all. But those were the only official rules. There were a few unspoken ones around that don't even have to be in the rule book. Ones you don't even need to be told about. Ones that could get you killed for not knowing they even exist.

Whenever my father,the Capo , passes by, we hold our faces down. Not because it was part of the rules but once,when one of the men dared to look at his face out of curiosity, he was castrated and left to die in the dungeons. That was a warning for everyone of us.

Most of the boys here and even the older men in the Mafia have absolutely no idea how my father looks. All they see are his shoes as he passes ominously by and the sound of his voice that makes even the strongest Mafia men tremble.

But I've seen my father multiple times since I was a child. The other boys I trained with called me privileged and lucky to have seen his face and to be his son. It isn't a privilege. It's torture.

My father looks like the beast he is.

His tall figure was accentuated by by bulky legs and muscular arms. His face is always drawn into a hard line with eyes as cold as ice. The scars on his face are a proof of the kind of life he has lived and how he survived them. When I was just 5, the time my mother got married to him ,and I saw him for the first time, I was scared and called him a monster to his face. The burn scar on my back served as a warning for me to watch my words till this day.

I watch his eyes move around the room in content before they catch mine and the girl standing in front of me with her head hung low. His eyes twinkled knowingly and he gave a satisfied nod.

"I see the cause of the commotion" he said. His deep voice resonating through the room.

On impulse, I hurried away from my seat and rushed off to his feet.

" Father please, she's just a maid. She's not even a slave . please father. Please. I'd do anything. Anything you ask me father. Not her please"

I begged trying to so hard to follow the 4th Mafia rule that said not to cry. But how could I not cry when the two people I care about are in dangerous situations.

He gave a deep evil chuckle that made me almost tremble at his feet. I knew that he did intentionally. He did it to make me pay for disobeying him and getting friendly with a maid.

Mia has been my personal maid since I was 10. As young as she was then, she took good care of me and my needs. Whenever I return from my father's room after watching him brutally rape my mother, she would heat water to make my fever go away and then sing me to sleep. She would sneak into my room to play games with me and she was the only one who made every of my gloomy day bright. After a day of shooting at the range and getting beaten, I always look forward to the rest of the day that I would spend with her.

She became my best friend. My only friend.

I tried my best not to make our relationship known to my father as the sound of making friends with a maid was the most despicable thing that could happen in the Mafia. As I grew older, I started to develop special feelings for Mia. I didn't tell her about it because I had to protect her from my father. I knew all hell would break loose the moment he finds out but I wasn't careful enough. A few days ago in the garden , I kissed her. It was both our first kiss and it was amazing.

I should have known better than to do that in the garden. I should have known my father would find out. I should have been more careful. I dreamed of an happily ever after with her when I knew how ridiculous it was. Whatever I do , I'll remain the son of a monster.

My father crouched in front of me and pulled me by the hair to look at my face. The pain was immeasurable but I held it in for Mia.

" What's the 6th rule Jaden" he asks.

" Show no mercy" I say quietly.

" You've learnt this rule all your life , so why do you beg me?" He questions annoyance slowly creeping into his voice.

" Please father, please. I would do anything you want. Please not Mia. Please" I continue to plead trying to keep the tears away.

"Are those tears I see in your eyes?" He asks. I quickly rub them off my eyes before they would spill down my cheeks.

My father let go of my hair and stands to his feet.

"Fine then, you don't have to do it. You won't do it "

My heart leap at the thought of my father heeding my plea. But the Joy was only short-lived when he said again

"You won't do it but someone else will. How about that?". He snickered evilly before looking around the room. His eyes fell on a older man who wasn't even part of the ritual. The man was big and bulky just like my father.

" You. Get her. " A simple command and my heart tore into pieces. I jumped off my feet and rushed off to protect Mia but the men were faster. They carried right off her feet and onto one of the beds in the room. Her cries skyrocket and pierced my heart. I couldn't watch them do that to her.

"No!no father please. Please! "

My pleas tell on deaf ears. The tearing sounds of her clothes pierced my ear as she struggled between two strong men who held her down for the bulky one my father called.

" No please father ,no" I cried. "I'll do it!I'll do it !" I scream the moment the bulky man tries to push himself into her.

My father signalled him to stop and he pushes himself off her. She tried desperately to cover her naked body with tears in her eyes. I walk with faltering steps towards her. She looked petrified on the bed, her eyes red and cheeks puffy from the tears. Slowly I got on the bed with her. Her eyes pleaded with me and I knew things would never remain the same for either of us. This was the only way. I told myself.

" I'm sorry Mia"

(WARNING !!!TRIGGER WARNING!!!This chapter contains words and scenes that could make you cringe. Note: I am strongly against rape or molestation but someone's gotta write the reality of the life we live in.)

"I'm sorry Mia"

Mia's cries skyrocket. I lay on top of her supporting my weight with my hands , afraid I would crush her little frame.

The attention of the whole room was drawn to me now. The other rituals were paused and I was the center of attraction . My father was already seated , his walking Cane in his hand and a cigar between his lips. With a leg on top of the other, it looked like he was about to see his favorite aeries of TV.

Mia's cries was the only sound in the room as well as my silent whispers of apologies. "I'm sorry Mia, I'm sorry Mia, I'm sorry mia"I repeated. The 7th rule of the Mafia rules states "A real man doesn't apologize. Whatever you do is for your own good. Never apologize" . But I couldn't help it . My heart ached knowing this would leave a scar in her life and break her forever. What hurt the most is the fact that she is yet to accept my feelings. Despite being close, she saw me as her master. The day I kissed her, she ran off scared and terrified for her life. Why wouldn't she be? The life I was in isn't for a fragile heart like hers and now I drew her into it. She would never forgive me .

"We're waiting Jaden" my father called with an inpatient voice. There is no going back now.

"I'm sorry Mia" I say one last time as I unbuckled my pants. She shook her head and struggled with me . Trying to kick me off her. I tried to calm her and do the best I can to make this less hurtful for but the poor girl but she wouldn't have it as she struggled aggressively.

" He can't even control a woman! Someone hold that bitch!"

My father's orders. I didn't want it to come to this but I had no choice. The two men from earlier came around the huge bed and grabbed her hands keeping her from struggling with nothing but her legs that I held captive and her upper body.

I tore what's left of her clothes off her leaving her naked to the eyes of everyone present in the room.

And then slowly but painfully, I pushed into her.

She screamed. Nothing prepared her for this kind of pain. We are to take pleasure and not give. They were never aroused before we took all they had to offer and more. Her cry of pain made me stop short. The pain was written in big visible lines all over her face and my own heart clenched. I wanted to cry. Fuck the rules! I wanted to share the pain with Mia.

"I'm sorry" that was all I could say.

"Jaden" my father warned because of my abrupt stop.

I continued. Going slowly. Trying to make this less painful for her--for me who sees how much pain she is in. I've never imagined how my first sex would go. Every boy my age in the Mafia knew there was nothing to imagine or look forward to. It wasn't as described in books for us. The Sparks ,the love ,the feeling of acceptance, ecstacy and all of that shit .

To us It was torture and a means to survive our world.

Each time I pull out and go back in ,her cries increase.

" Harder Jaden, i didn't train you to be a wimp. Harder. Your mother's fate is in your hands as of now"

And so I went harder. And then she cried harder. The bed shook with our weight and my incessant thrust into her her. She was so tight that it was hard to pull out from her each time and the pain must be so excruciating for her.

"Harder Jaden. Till she milks you dry. Harder. Take it. Everything. Take it"

The more my father spoke, the harder I went on her and the harder she cried. I felt pleasure. As much as I hated myself for it,I felt it . As I took her ,my body felt the Sensation of being buried deep inside of a woman. It felt good.

I pounded into her like a crazy man feeling something build inside of me. It was hot. The pleasure surge through my veins like an electric charge. It felt like something was coming.

"Ahhhh!!"

It was my own cry this time. The feeling was too much to hold back.

"That's it! That's it! Harder Jaden. You're almost there! Take it all. Take it ! Everything"

And I did. I took everything from the girl I liked against her wish. I pounded so hard I knew she would feel the pain for days. The men grabbing her hands had to let go of it . She had nowhere to run to anyway and the will to struggle already left her tired sore body. Her fingernails scratched my back and I knew it would bleed but as ashamed as it made me feel , it only added to my pleasure.

I thrust into her so hard my joints hurt. And when the feeling that was starting to build in me felt like it was about to topple over and and push me over the cliff,I drew more hard strokes from her till I couldn't take anymore. I couldn't help my loud cry as I spurt loads and loads of me into her until she was dripping to the bed.

I rolled off of her. Sweaty and totally used up. I have never felt something like that before and it excited me. But the excitement didn't last long when my eyes fell on Mia's broken frame. And just like that,the Waves of guilt crashed on me. What have I done? I was so blinded by the pleasure that felt out of this world to see how monstrous I must have seemed to her. I try to hold her. She flinched from my touch.

"Mia" it was so painful to call her name. She pushed herself sway from me and painfully wincing, Mia got off the bed and almost fell as she did. She staggered out of the room.

" Someone get the bitch. Throw her out the walls,her work here is done"

I was still seated on the bed. My thoughts all over the place. Disoriented and jumbled. My father walked towards me . A proud and satisfied look on his face.

" You did Good. You're a man now. Soon , you'll be ready to take over this Empire I have built"

The words don't register. I was too disoriented and ashamed of myself to let the words sink in.

"Carry on with the rituals. I've had my fill". He said and left the room. My head cleared slightly and I jump of the bed in pursuit of my father. I couldn't let her go just like that as ashamed I was to face her.

Before I could do anything, I saw the men my father gave orders to, pushing Mia out the big gate and shutting it. I took a step forward but his deep baritone voice stop me on my tracks

" She'll die." He said

"One more step and I'll have her killed. You should be thankful I let her go and it's because you did good. I hope you've learned your lesson Jaden. Go get your mother"

And with that he left.

I fall to my knees and cry hard not caring that someone would hear me. I couldn't do anything for Mia. Even in the last moment,I couldn't save her from being thrown out of the big gates in such a situation. I will never forgive myself for doing that to her.

I will never forgive myself...

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A YEAR LATER

" Four men down!! Fuck! Six"

Cries of pain filled the whole mansion that morning.

My father's men were ambushed by a rival mafia while transporting a truckload of guns that were meant to be sold. 20 of the men were shot and right before my eyes , Six died. Anger surged through me ,not because of the wounded men but because of the loss we would suffer.

Fucking bastards didn't do their job well!

I was 19 now. Second in command to my father . In the year that has passed,I have learnt that the only way to survive is to live like them. And just like that, I have become a power holding force in my father's mafia that I would soon take over. Feared and respected.

"Get the doctor you fools"

I growled angrily at them . Their cry of pain was irritating and unbearable.

This is the life I live now. One I don't think I'll ever be able to stop living. Come what may.