Lucan “The End” by Adriana Brinne

 

 

Prologue

LUCAN

“You are such a disappointment!”Years later, I still hear my father’s harsh and degrading words over and over again. “Why can’t you be more like him, huh?”

All my memories of my father are tainted by blood, insults and pain. I like to think I am nothing like him, at least I try not to be.

For him.

I stare at the tiny boy that looks just like his mother and nothing like me, sleeping on the toy car bed I got him when they first moved in. How can a creature so pure be the result of a lustful and deceitful night? I’ve seen nothing but darkness, felt nothing but coldness during the past five years. Five years where I’ve killed, cheated, lied and maimed to get to where I am today. To keep my girls safe and to take everything from my father. I’ve forced this city to bow down to me until it became my bitch. It took a while for me to be well established in the underground scene. Tommaso ruled with an iron fist for many years until the king fell.

From his blood and ashes, I was born.

Satisfaction runs through every single cell in my body every time I recall my creator’s, Tommaso Volpe, fall from grace. It wasn’t easy and it took more time than I cared to but I finally took everything from him and tainted his image until the only whispers heard about my father were hisses and curses out of anger, and the unforgivable title of rat. Still, many worship him and those are enemies I’ve gained.

Those are the ones responsible for today’s horrific events. My father couldn’t go on living without paying for his sins against my mother. Against everyone I care about.

He was a dark cloud over my family’s safety and well-being. So, I took care of it.

Just in time, I think to myself. I would’ve never allowed that monster to breathe the same air and live in the same world as this angel.

My son.

All I have done is for them.

Every move got me a little closer to heaven.

But after everything I did to get to this place…I feel regret. Now, seeing him lying in his bed staring off into nothing like he checked out to avoid the scary men. I trusted the wrong people and I can’t contain the pure adulterated anger that burns through my blood. I could have lost both of them today.

My son.

My wife.

I feel the compulsive urge to wrap my hands around that pretty little neck of hers and spank that ass red for not trusting that I could do it on my own. For not doing what she was told and putting herself in a dangerous situation.

She reacted like any mother would in her situation.

This is all my fault.

I have caused her nothing but emotional pain since the first day we met.

Everything is fucked up.

This is no life for them and maybe I am not the man for her.

The father he deserves.

I thought life would give me a second chance but I should’ve known better. I can’t have anything good in my life for long before I fuck it all up. I made Andrea my wife in the eyes of the lord and the Holy Trinity and she only accepted because I gave her no choice, not because of love. Regardless, she’s under my protection. And I failed her.

I failed them both.

Not only am I fighting a war outside these walls trying to keep our enemies from tainting what I love most in this world, but I’m at war for Andrea’s heart and that’s a war I don’t plan on losing. I have to play my cards right if I don’t want to lose her for the second time. This time I’ll lose my child and that’s something I’m not willing to risk.

My obsession with her has only grown stronger and it’s maddening. It consumes my every thought until I can’t get rid of her. She’s in my blood. I’m addicted. I fell in love with her the first time I saw her and that set her fate in stone. I fucked up, because I had no choice. All my life I have abided by the code of the Holy Trinity, I have followed my father’s rules and I have cared for my sisters. I’m fucking done living to please others. I love my sisters; I would’ve done anything for them. I do feel love for my son. It’s almost impossible not to, but he’s not a threat to me like his mother. But love between a man and a woman? That’s something I’ve never experienced. My father thought women were only put on this earth to spread their legs to birth and to pleasure. Not to be heard but only seen. Love their bodies but never their brains.

I’m too fucked up.

I won’t ever be a man of many words and my love is at times obsessive and reckless. The kind of love that comes once in a lifetime and I feel it down to my bones and my tainted soul. The kind of love you can’t escape from, only death will free me of her. I didn’t lie when I made my vows and I intend to uphold them. I just need time for every piece to fall into place.

I, Lucan Tomas Volpe take thee Andrea Valentina Nicolasi to have and to hold.

In sickness and in health.

For richer or poorer.

In my good days and in my bad days.

From this day forward, you shall not walk alone. I’ll be there every step of the way.

Until death do us part.