Revenge of a mafia son

"Momma, "The little boy who just returned from school jumped down the beautiful, expensive car happily bouncing towards the door while calling his mother.

He had expected to see her standing at the door, hands widely spread out as she waited on him to run into them so she could welcome him in, engulfing him in a warm hug.

"Momma," he called again when he didn't see his mother or hear her beautiful voice or laughter echoing loudly.

He kept on calling.

When he didn't see her, he thought to himself that she might be playing one of her tricks.

"Okay momma, you want to play hide and seek, right? I will catch you."He smiled beautifully, took off his shoes, walked stealthily to the door and swung it open.

"cotchaa!" he yelled loudly, excitedly, his little voice echoing all over the whole place.

He could hear his voice reflecting to him.

He briefly stopped calling her when he still didn't see or hear her speak.

His mother is nowhere in sight

He stopped momentary,

His little face hardened, squeezing up in a frown as he thought of where his mother could be, but not for too long before his eyes widened and excitement twirled in them again.

" The kitchen! "He expounded, smiling beautifully while hitting his two palms together in sheer happiness as he ran towards the kitchen.

"Momma. cotchaa! "He yelled but was met with dead silence again. Instead of his mother's beautiful laughter echoing in the kitchen whenever he does that, there was nothing.

No sight of her, no evidence of her presence.

"Where are you, Momma? "He groans frustratedly, asking no one in particular as he looks skeptically around the kitchen trying to see if his mother was hiding anywhere.

His prying eyes came in contact with a Plate of brownies kept on top of the kitchen cabinet, he smiled and walked to it"mmmm! Momma made this for me. She must be around."

He smiled.

He carried the plate and took one piece of the brownie and munched

"Wow, yummy!" he exclaimed happily, eyes closed as he enjoyed the savory taste of the rich homemade chocolate cake.

He took another one about to put it in his mouth when he heard a loud heart-piercing, an agonizing cry which registered immediately into his little brain to be that of his mother.

"Momma! "He yelled loudly in fright as the plate fell off from his hand shattering on the floor together with the brownies.

He jumps the shattered piece and runs out of the kitchen in tears towards the direction of the voice

When he reached, he froze at the sight before him.

His mother was surrounded by some men in masks. They wore black with all their bodies covered and a gun firmly held in their hands.

Two of the men were holding tightly to his mother, pointing a gun at her and there was a huge man without a mask.

A huge scary scar was on his face. He was looking at her mother angrily with a syringe in his hand.

He watched as his terrified pregnant mother plead to the scarred man in tears

" I will do anything you want, just spare my baby and me, please. Don't do this, don't hurt us, please. I will serve you all my life."She begged with tears but the scarred man paid no heed to her.

He watched him storm close to his mother and stabbed the needle in her stomach causing her to screech in pain and then fall.

The man smiled evilly and bent down, he tore his mother's clothes leaving her stake naked.

After a few minutes, he saw his mother yelling, twisting, and turning in pain as something began to come out of her legs. First, it was water, then blood, and then a little tiny thing with legs.

He watches as it comes out fully. It looks exactly like him. Wait, is it a baby? He thought.

He remembers her mum telling him he would have a little sister.

Is it a baby? Is that how it looks when they come out?

The six years boy was confused seeing something that looked like him but was tiny. Very small.

He watches more blood and water flowing out of her weak mother's body.

"A baby girl? hump! She couldn't give birth to a better child. Can this be useful to me." he heard the man grumble angrily, dragging him out of his confused thoughts.

He stood there watching as the man pointed his gun at his mother. He shot and the bullet went straight to her forehead.

Blood oozing out.

It was as if the weak dying woman felt his son's presence because she turned her head to her right and saw Her son staring at her in shock and pain with tears streaming down his little cheeks.

She smiled a lip-tied, bitter smile before forcing her mouth to move.

She mouthed, ran, and prayed to the heavens he would understand.

watching his mother with sadness, he saw when her mouth moved as an inaudible word escaped from it.

"Run" she'd mouthed to him before her eyes closed welcoming the unavoidable sleep that was knocking at her door. He watches as she breathes her last.

She's dead,' a voice whispers to him. It was as if someone was right beside him, announcing her mother's death to him.

He didn't cry.

He didn't yell.

He was just gazing fiercely at her, at them mostly.

The fear, pain, and sadness which had to paralyze him couldn't let him move a foot as he stood there watching the men who weren't aware of his presence yet and took in every word and action.

He watched the scarred man move close to her little sister and lifted her with one hand, scanning her with his eyes before dropping her back on the floor.

"Take care of the little thing."The scared man ordered and he watched as one of the masked men moved towards her little sister and pointed a gun at her.

He closed his eyes.

"Nooo!!" he screamed when the sound of a gunshot echoed in the air.

.'They killed her. The wicked monsters killed her, my sister.' He thought as hot sorrowful tears gushed out of his eyes.

His outburst seems to have attracted the masked men because they turn and begin to match his direction, running towards him. He stood there staring at them.

Not bothered.

He wasn't in any way trying to run or escape. He was boldly waiting for them.

The masked man was matching his direction, moving quickly to get him. The sound of the heavy boot echoes loudly, creating fear in the heart of its hearer.

They saw him standing, gazing through the window, lost in thought, Faraway from his surroundings and unaware of the dangers coming.

He stood staring fixedly at his mum and the blood littered around. His little sister had been carried away. She's no longer there. They took her away.

Lost in his misery, he suddenly felt a hand on his mouth.

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