" Rot in hell, motherfuckers. " I grunted at the men in front of me before pulling the trigger to my pistol.

I watched their bodies dropped dead onto the cold floor of my office making a loud thud. I was pissed, beyond furious. These men were all fucking useless pieces of shit. I gave them one job, one job to look after my little sister and they managed to fuck up, allowing her to get drugged by some fuckers.

" Better not bleed on my floor or I will haunt you down in hell. " I muttered pulling out a cigar out of my desk drawer, keeping my gun away in the process.

I put the cigar in between my lips lighting it up before inhaling the smoke that seemed to always able to calm down my anger. I took a seat on the big leather chair behind my desk watching my men came rushing into the room to clear up the bodies.

Five men, I had just killed. Their blood was still lingering in my nostrils but that did not bother me at all. Murdering people was my job, having blood on my hands was nothing new after all I was the next Don in the line to the Salvatore's mafia.

Killing my own men was rare for me but this fucker managed to fuck up during his job. And, when the job included protecting my little sister, I must show no mercy. He better be grateful that I killed him straight away without any torturing.

The only thing that was bothering and disturbing my mind right now was the needs to find out who the fuck was behind all of these bullshits that had been happening to my family these past few days.

My father had come home with a bullet in his chest last week almost killing him but the man got lucky as the bullet had missed his heart by an inch. After that, there was Elliot, my little brother who had came home all high and far gone from this world, god knew who had questioned information out of him in his unconscious state. And, then just last night I had gotten a phone call that my little sister, Isabella had been drugged and was almost kidnapped during her sleepover with her friends.

Whoever behind these had to be the same person. There was no way several enemies decided to attack our family at the same time, it was just too good to be a coincidence.

" Did you find something? " I asked when one of my most trusted men came into the office.

" Not yet, sir. " the boy said hanging his head down knowing he had disappointed me.

Ryan King was the only son of my godparents, he was basically family and that was why his body wasn't laying lifeless on the floor right now.

I was never good with being patient. If I wanted something done, it had to be done in time or else there would be bad consequences.

" I want the person behind Bella's drug situation and Elliot's club incident by tomorrow. " I growled at him. Ryan nodded his head and then ran out of the room.

Whoever behind these was going to pay with their life but not before I had my ways with them, killing and torturing slowly painfully until they begged for their own death. Because no one messed with my fucking family.

With an annoyed expression on my face and my mind disturbed I got into my car then sped off to the estate that I shared with my parents and siblings.

I was already an adult, twenty three years old to be exact although unlike any other normal people, I still stayed under the same roof with my father and mother because they insisted on only letting me out of the house after I got my own family and a wife.

Which in my case was hopeless. I even had a theory that I might have to stay there forever until the day I died since the idea of staying with one woman was not my cup of tea.

" Elliot Salvatore, you put your ass back down right now and continue polishing the dishes or I will come and smack you in your stupid face. " my mother's voice boomed through the place as I stepped my foot through front door.

" But, mom I have a date to go to. " I could my little brother groaned from the dining room.

Wrong moves, brother. He should have shut the fuck up and did as she told. The boy was acting like he didn't grow up with our cruel mother.

" Chores before whores. " my mother snapped making me flinched away slightly.

I walked into the room with a thumping heart not knowing what to expect from my mother. By the sound of it, she was not in a really good mood and me walking in with a bloodied shirt would not help my case.

Truth to be told, I might be the next Don on the line and feared by many people for my sadistic ruthless reputation of killing people in cold blood and not even scared of danger or death itself.

But, my mom. Alana Salvatore herself had always managed to keep me under the leash and scared the shit out of me. This woman was the most scariest person in my life, hell she was even scarier than my father. All my life, she had never made an empty threats, her words had always been straight up promises.

If she said she was going to shoot you, she would. With no hesitation or string attached.

" I don't want to polish anymore dishes, mom. " Elliot continued groaning.

Shit. Wrong move again. This idiot would never learn, would he?

" Dishes before bitches. I will hit you with this pan if you dare utter another complaint. " mom snapped back.

The sight in front of me was amusing. My father was sitting at the head of the dining table with a lap top in front of him typing furiously. My mother glaring at my brother with a pan in her hand.

Elliot polishing the already shiny plates with a grumpy expression on his face and my little sister devouring her cake with a pleasant smile on her face as she watched her brother sulked.

Eden, my other twin brother on the other hand was also polishing the plates with a blank expression on his face, by the amount of time I had spent with him this expression must mean that he would shoot the bloody plate any second now.

" Are we already preparing for tomorrow's ball? " I asked finally walking into the room giving my mother a peck on her cheek.

She narrowed her eyes at me before scanning my body up and down with her hands resting on both of her hips. Here we goes again.

" What the hell happened to you, Nicholas Evan? " she said sternly pointing at my shirt.

" It's not my blood. " I said raising my hands up.

My mother let out a sigh in relief before smiling at me softly returning the kiss. " Go take freshen up and come help us. "

" Why can't we hire someone to help us? " I said pointing at the mountain height plates.

" Why do we have to host this stupid ball in the first place? " Eden muttered under his breath taking another plate into his hand.

" Because we are turning twenty one, Eden. And, finally becoming legal is a big deal. " his twin brother said shrugging his shoulders.

" But, ain't we all doing illegal shits? You will still be illegal even if you're legal, son. " my father said cocking an eyebrow at Elliot earning a smack from my mother.

I watched my family interaction with pure amusement. Everyday was like this in the Salvatore's household, my father getting on my mother's nerves, Elliot being stupid, Bella being her princess self, and Eden was well, being Eden.

" I still don't think me getting a year closer to death is a nice thing to celebrate. " Eden said looking at all of us.

Okay. I was so going to get out of this situation and let someone else dealt with this smart ass. Shaking my head at my family, I walked up the staircase and headed toward my room.

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