Epilogue
Dominik
Love.
She entered my life and stole it alongside my soul. I didn’t care, I let her take it and she showed what it was like to actually live. Until then I was only existing, fulfilling the role I thought was meant for me.
Blood, flesh, death were all I saw and all I wanted to see.
I thought I needed nothing else. When I found Love she was a piece in the game of what I thought were bigger players, higher beings, the ones playing were a bunch of fools.
I realised that from the moment I met them.
I thought I was the only rational being in this universe, and the world was made of weak, power-seeking worms I had to slash on my way to greatness.
What I didn’t know was that I was caving the blood-soaked grave I’d be buried in. I was never going to stay alive for long. It wasn’t what I was made for. I was made for killing, and one day after thousands of perfect deaths, I’d be caught. And I’d have no soul, no reign, no place to call home.
I had no friends, no life, no reason to be alive. I was a robotic person, living in autopilot for god only knows how long.
I was meant to kill Love. However, the moment I caught her glance on mine, it was an impossible mission to conceive.
So I cancelled it, and made it my mission to make Love mine, and erase anyone and everyone that threatens her existence.
That included the ones who plotted her murder, Spencer and Liot.
Kit found Clara’s poem in Liot’s house. The words were the exact following.
It started with a twist.
A twisted grin on his lips.
A wicked game in his head.
A game where everyone ends up dead.
Love shivered when I misplaced it and she accidentally read it. I saw myself in those words. Or better what I would’ve become if Love hadn’t found her way into my heart.
The truth is… I’d be just another Liot. Another emotionless asshole who would destroy everyone’s life trying to achieve power, because I thought that meant meaning.
Only to realise people bring the meaning to life.
Yet it would’ve been too late. They’d already be dead.
And I’d be alone in the pile of bones I created.
Thankfully, that didn’t happen. Love welcomed me, and taught me empathy, I still don’t know if I really feel it or if I’ve learnt how to practice it by watching others.
But that’s not the point. The point is, I have a family.
My blood relatives are dead, yet the only people that matter to me are right by my side.
I stare at Love, peacefully sleeping against my chest. There’s no place else I’d rather be. And no one else I’d wish for but her.
Love is everything to me. And one day I’ll marry her.
For now, I’ll make the world a better place, so that when we take that step and start a family, they don’t have to be raised as a Ricik or a Kane.
They will have a choice. Mafia or normal life, and we’ll support any option equally, because everything is under control, and they won’t have to learn from birth the cruelty humanity detains.