WRITER'S POV [PRESENT]
he was standing outside his enormous mansion that never made him feel like home except for these past days where he felt a weird foreign warmth ,peace and solace, which he never felt before . it was just a building , he never understood why people goes crazy to live in such an enormous house when they are all alone . Family . he has always longed for one , he had longed for the love of his mother , his father . He never chose this life , but this life has chosen him . His family has been in the mafia world for more than five generations . from a very young age , he was turned into a man , a man who people would think hundred of times before messing with , at a very young age he had witnessed everything ..murders , tortures, every heinous thing ,you name it and he
