Taken for vengeance

Adrian Darkness had coated the sky, the black clouds stretched across the atmosphere, and the sound of thunder roared. Heavy rain poured down the Earth in sheets, with no stars or moon in sight. I squeezed the steering wheel as I pressed down the accelerator to drive as fast as I could to the location, frustration running in my veins. The road was deserted with no car or a single soul lurking in the dark broad highway, as trees rolled over the highway. The rain pouring down on the glass and the mist layering on the surface made driving a lot more difficult than it already was. My frustration and panic took a fair share of tension in me, and I wanted to feel blood in my hands. I wasn't one of those psychopaths who enjoyed blood on their hands-- I found it rather messy-- but in those rare moments that I craved blood on my hands never was something unlike any of the men in our world. I wasn't a good man. I wasn't a gentleman. I was someone who lurked in the darkness, who won the wicked games of our dark world before they even began, and ended things smoothly as I planned it how I wanted it to be. I wasn't impulsive. But I couldn't say that I wasn't destructive. But right now, racing in the car to see my family, I felt nothing but coldness. The trees disappeared behind me rapidly as my Rolls Royce raced forward at the speed of 160km per hour, my suspicion and nervousness rising to its peak. Luca had called me a while ago saying that my family had met with an accident on the highway while driving to my apartment to wish me happy birthday. His voice had come hurried and concerned, with a lot of noise in the background of the phone call, he couldn't answer clearly what had happened in the call when I was at my office minding business even on my 26th birthday. Worry and anxiety ran through my veins, millions of what-if questions running in my mind as I drove through the heavy downpour. Nothing could change the fact that whatever was going to happen today was undeniably changing my life. Something was shifting in me before I even knew what — something cold, something monstrous... devilish. The Diavolo I was known as, was coming alive. Julian Luciano, my father, a powerful and renowned mafia, the most feared man in Chicago, had been a loving husband to his wife and a doting father to his children. I had a precious childhood and the sweetest memories, thanks to my family. They had been all that I had ever wanted and they were the people I had ever admired in secret. I wasn't particularly known for letting out my emotions, but I had a special place for them in my heart-- if I ever had one. Something happening to them made my heart rise, my skin crawl, my chest lumped with something heavy, and my guts filled with dread. Chillness filled the pores in my body, freezing my flesh and frosting the heat of my skin. Was this how one felt when they knew something bad was going to happen? I was taught to be powerful even while I was a kid, was taught to fight when I was a teenager, and was taught to keep my mind straight all my life. That was the most important thing a man like me should have. But I could feel myself losing control whenever it came to my family. I may not have told them in their faces that I loved them, but I did nevertheless. At the least, what I thought I felt for them was love. I had admired them with all my heart if I ever had one. I approached the location Luca had sent me. The bright orange dancing in the darkness came into my view even before I could clearly see through the rain that came down in sheets. A fire burned in the middle of the road a few distances away, and the flames managed to stay ignited even in the heavy rain, smoke flying up to the dark clouds in the air. A large black mass was in its worst state, and a few cars of my men surrounded the mass. As I got near and near the fire, a black burned metal, what seemed like a car, was in the center of the broad highway. A lot of car parts and pieces were scattered around the burning vehicle. The area seems like an explosive was bombed there, so brutal that the nearby vegetation has been torched with angry flames. Dread filled my guts, my skin colder than ever, as I tried to put the pieces in place. Jesus. I slowed down my car, my heart beating in my throat, my eyes not leaving the burned car. It's Dad's car. My car came to a stop a few yards away from the burned metal as I slowly moved to open the door of my car and stepped onto the hard, wet ground. Droplets of rain struck my body, the coldness intensifying, the burn in my throat unbearable. The heavy poured from the sky aggressively, sliding down my skin, wetting my shirt and slacks, my hair dampening. Upon all of this, I find my body stilled, my mind blank and empty, a huge lump settling in my throat, my large frame blanketed with strange stillness, my facial features going hard, and my insides trembling from the picture of violence in front of my eyes in the middle of the highway. My mind went empty of thoughts as I took in the car more. I pushed myself to take a step toward the car, surprised that my almost immovable body was moving, my heart pounding against my chest, and my eyes turning empty. My eyes burned from the rain, or for a whole different reason, I didn't know. All I knew was that one of the people I cared for, or a number of them, was hurt. Burned. I took another step, then another, and then another until I strode toward the ignited metal, touching the black metal, the heat of it irritating my skin, burning me just like my heart burned. I sensed Luca lingering behind me, my gaze not diverting from my dad's car. My men were surrounding the zone and a few of them were making phone calls just like Luca had probably instructed. Everything was set in motion, but I was immobile, and I didn't know how I would turn. I felt footsteps coming my way, my eyes not leaving the flames dancing in the middle of the road even for a split second. The footsteps stopped beside me, indicating that the person was standing close to me. " Adrian, the Williams- " Luca started speaking, his voice screaming pity and fury, but I cut him off. My voice for the first time came out like a pained animal, yet hard, as it cut through the sound of rain. " Who was in the car? " He hesitated. " Mr. and Mrs. Luciano and... Olivia." My heart dropped to my stomach, my chest weighed with something extremely heavy, and my breath came uneven as extreme fury and rage oozed out of my body. I felt like my chained demon had been released within me from the sight of my mom, dad, and my beloved baby sister bombed and burned into ash alive. My eyes pierced the car, the remains of the body lingering in, and I suspected I was ever going to be sane again. All I felt was stillness, coldness, and anger. Anger that I had let this happen. That I didn't anticipate this coming. That I risked all of the ones I ever adored and now I was alone. A notification vibrated from my mobile in my now wet pant pockets, cutting through the silence. I didn't fish out my phone to know who it was since I already knew. " Adrian, we will have to clear out the area before dawn, before the-- " I raised a hand to silence him, my facial features free of emotions, cutting off his words as I ordered quietly. " Do what the situation demands. " He sighed heavily as I felt him nod beside me. He walked away from me without another word, his footsteps retreating, leaving me alone again to my thoughts. The fact that the tragedy happened on my birthday shattered me from the inside. The mere thought of my innocent, beloved baby sister and mom burned into ashes made my insides crawl, and my skin burn. They had been punished for what they hadn't even stepped into. My mom, Ivory Luciano, had married my father for love and was nowhere involved in the world of crimes. She was as selfless and adorable as Olivia. The deaths of the only women I had ever loved and adored were gone. The people I had ever admired were lost, and now, at this moment in this heavy rain, all I can ever think of is vengeance. Vengeance from the people who snatched everything I ever loved. And now, my mind can only think of one single f*****g thing. To destroy Matteo Williams. To destroy his territory. To snatch away everything he ever loved. To bring him to his knees, to make him suffer, to make him fall to the ground at my feet, to make him beg for death, to make him suffer. To kill him. My gaze still lingered on the car as I found a sparkling thing left out on the ground. Just a shine of little light reflecting from the object, the spark of it drawing me in. I took a few steps more as I reached down to grab the cold metal from the floor. The platinum wedding ring shone in the darkness. A lone giant diamond sat in the middle, in its glory, still intact from the blast, with 'Us against the world' engraved beautifully in italic font inside the wall of the ring. I pocketed my Mom's wedding ring securely in my drenched pant pockets as I turned around and walked again without flickering a second glance at the gigantic burning metal just a few yards away behind me. I wasn't going to let grief take over me until I got my revenge. I wasn't going to let myself feel the emotions until I destroyed the fucker who destroyed me. With that single thought in mind, with that single motive flowing in my blood, I walked to my car. I strainly opened the door and slid inside the driver's seat as the warmth of the car greeted me. Yet all I could feel was the coldness. I fished out my phone from my drenched pants as I slid a hand into my wet hair to keep it away from my face, and unlocked the phone, to find a lone notification already popped out on the screen. Nick Williams: Interfare in our business again, you will be the next to burn in ashes. [10.48 pm]