The Lucciano

•|his father

Ayla:

"Please Marino tell me how you got these. I trust you so please have faith in me too"

My hands were holding his tightly as Marino clenched his jaw.

In response he took off his shirt and I sat there in agony.

Seeing all those scars were like having my worst nightmare.

There were multiple bullet wounds and not only that, the bullet wounds had more punctures above them.

Slowly crawling towards his back, I stared at the deep slashes which were healed but left a horrifying sight.

Marino turned towards me his eyes searching mine as he waited for my reaction like a scared little boy.

"Darling..can I touch them?"

The vision was getting blurry because I was holding back my tears.

As Marino nodded, I sat closer to him and traced a bullet scar on his chest then my fingers trailed to others.

"I'm sorry. I gave you another scar"

The tears left my eyes finally as I grazed the bandaged wound.

Marino held my hand and kissed my palm.

"The scar you gave me is like a reward to me. A signature that you're mine"

His answer made me chuckle and Marino wiped away my tears.

My eyes darted back to his body and I couldn't help but think, how can someone survive after being shot that many times.

"How did you got so many bullet wounds?"

Marino inhaled heavily and lay back while pulling me on his torso.

I rested my chin on is chest while softly grazing his cheeks.

The deep blue eyes were looking blank as he spoke.

"My father wanted me to be strong"

At first I didn't understand what he meant but then my eyes widened and I felt myself breathing fastly in anger.

"What?!?!"

"My father married another woman when I was 5 and soon she gave birth to Enzo but died.
Her name was Lola and she treated me like I was her own son. She treated me better than my mother."

As he explained, I couldn't help but notice the slight tremble in his voice.

The sadness. Like he wanted to scream and cry but couldn't, something was locking up his feelings.

"After her death my father became depressed but Enzo was his only light. He hated me because of my mother.
So instead of her my father took out his anger on me. He would use a steel whip when I cried because I couldn't kill a man , I was 6 year old back then"

It took me everything to not cry and hug him.

I waited for him to finish his story because if I intrupted him right now, than I might never get to hear about it.

"At the age of 7, I killed five men and didn't felt anything. From that day onwards my father would shoot me and then will wait till I get Healed. He knew that I would survive. When the bullet wound healed, he'll shoot me again and again. It..it really hurt back then"

I bit my lips and gave him a weak nod while caressing his cheeks.

His eyes looked so painful.

"But you were a brave young man. I'm so proud of you Marino"