Only For You

Prolouge

*Hunter*

"Your brother's dead."

My fathers words rung in my ears like a curse, yet I didn't let them sink in. They just sat there, looming at the entrance of my ear like a bear ready to devour it's next meal. That next meal being me, my sanity. Leo couldn't possibly be gone, no, I couldn't let it be.

I stared at my father, my expression remaining blank, controlled. His own expression was... disappointed. No pain for a lost son, no unhinged need for revenge. Only disappointment, because his most favoured son was dead, now, all he has left is me to take his position once my fathers time to pass comes.

Inside, I was screaming at him, wanting to kill him for not being more sympathetic. But this was my father, heartless and cold. I suppose that's what you need to be inside and out if you are the leader of one of the most successful mafia's in the world. My father, the American Mafia boss, through and through.

And I suppose now, I was the heir. Leo, my brother, though younger than me, was everything I was not. He had the strength and charisma that my father desired for his heir. I was always the fuck up. It was ironic that now, after putting me to the side my whole life, my father would finally need to make me useful again.

"Who?" I ask carefully, surprised my voice was steady.

"Jacob Rodriguez." My father replied, looking over some paper work as if we were merely having a chat about the weather.

"Rodriguez. You mean the son of the family that owns the Shadowed Club? Brother of Raven Rodriguez?" My voice has suddenly turned cold at the mention of that family.

Mhm, was all my father said. I stood up, the chair toppling to the floor from the powerful rage rippling from my body. The Rodriguez were supposed close business partners. Raven, she...

"Stand down Hunter. Do not fucking do anything you will come to regret." My father spat, finally looking up at me.

I wasn't allowed to have emotions according to him. Emotions made me weak and defenceless.

Without another word, I walked from the study. I passed a few men on the way. I wondered if they had heard the news. I breathed deeply, trying to contain myself. I hardly noticed when I reached my bedroom, slammed the door and slid to the ground.

And I let out every emotion I was trying to contain.