I was raised to like what I do. To be proud of who I am, A Catelli.

The day I killed my first man, I wasn't even 9. A burglar got into our house and held a gun against Deno's head. My mother tried to get the burglar to take her. The asshole shot her. My mother was brave and managed to get him on the leg. Deno ran away from the intruder, but I was so filled with anger that I took my mother's Glock and clipped him 5 times.

Only to get outside and find the soldiers who were protecting our home, sleeping. My father killed them once he got home. I stood there and watched. My mother survived only to die 3 years later by a bullet to her head.

My brother was barely 8 at the time, and Anya was just a baby. Deno remembers it in his dreams. I have lived that fucked up day for years.

My father told me one saying that helped him along the years to deal with the nightmare, 'it is what it is.'

Today those same words came back to me; only I wasn't burying my mother.

of us. His future was supposed to be bright. He was going to be the normal one, well as normal

at a young age. A young Prince protecting his friends in another King's territory didn't come without a

5 sacrificial lambs who were sent to Chicago to prevent a war my father started. My brother survived that fuck fest only to die in the place he was supposed to be

we'll spill in his name is something he

the dead but used as a form of therapy

daughter. When she said sorry, the only thing I thought about saying was, 'it is what it

to lie to her. Nor was I going to inform the half-blood that I loved my brother, but never got the chance to really know him. Deno took on the role of big brother. Truth

claims on Aliyana?" Deno says in his low, bored tone, as he hands

the end of the night Deno and I would be borrowing happiness from tomorrow one way or the other, I take a big sip

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