Pretending to Be an Untouchable Crime Boss

This chapter contains graphic violence, abuse, and distressing themes related to trauma, self-harm, and family dysfunction. If you find the content disturbing, please feel free to skip this chapter. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Arine's eye narrowed at Mike's body as he fell to the ground. He didn't move, he laid there motionless.

"...Mike…?" Arine asked as he turned his head toward the officer who shot him, and now the gun was aimed at him.

The world seemed to stop for a second as Mike's pulse quickened and adrenaline shot up into his veins, everything was so slow, as the officer fired his weapon again, striking Arine straight into his bulletproof vest. He couldn't breathe as he collapsed to the ground, his chest felt like it was being pounded by a hammer as he choked trying to breathe in. He thought this is it, the time he dies… what a shameless death, what a shameless day to die, and as he fought for his breath, he reached for his pistol that was beside him, knowing well that they were going to shoot again.

But he didn't care, at least he wanted to bring one with him to hell.

Yeah, the hell that awaited him since he murdered his mother and stepfather.

His finger only shivered around the pistol as bullets were fired again. It struck the vest again and as the force of the bullet spread out, he could feel the brutal energy spreading through his whole body. He could feel his ribs cracking, and slowly the darkness surrendered him.

"Arine, where is my pipe!?" A voice so familiar. "You hide it again huh?" Yeah, the slap on the face, and the ground as his body hit the floor… yeah, a memory.

Arine teenage body, the body that had no fat on it, only a skinny child that doesn't even eat half what he needed… the child that was abused.

"That's bad for you mom!" He shouted while swiping away his tears, but the slap wasn't that bad, no he already knew the pain, it was nothing.

"Bad?!" His mother stepped over him hitting Arine's head once again but now with her knuckled hands. "You are the bad, you fucking child!" She said, spitting at him, and grabbed the flower vase from the table. "You fucking retarded child, how could I give birth to a retarded child huh?" She said as she slowly tilted the vase letting the water hit Arine's shaking body, while his eyebrow was split and blood poured from it. "Answer me you retarded shit huh, where is it!" She shouted while hitting his head once again.

"Mo…m, don't hurt me!" Arine shouted with the child's innocent voice, a voice that all it wanted was care, and a loving home. "Ple…ase don't hit me!" He cried again, holding his eyebrow while the blood flowed between his fingers.

"Please…?" She shook her head while smiling like a demon. "Then I should hurt her huh?" She stepped away from Arine and grabbed Olivia by her long black hair and pulled toward Arine.

She cried as the woman that was supposed to give love, dragged her across the room.

"You want this huh?!" She hit Arine's face again with a slap, then pulled Olivia up to her knees and started slapping her face. "This, you love this?" She asked her, as she slapped her.

Olivia's beautiful pale face turned to red, while her tears rolled down on her cheeks, her eyes staring into Arine's eyes, as if it was an abyss.

"Answer me you shit!" She shouted.

"...mom..." He cried as he looked up to her, his vision barely there as the blood swirled into his eyes.

"What are you doing, Carla?" A deep male voice came, their stepfather.

"This shit hid the pipe again!" She pointed at Arine, then slapped Olivia once more.

"Ohh…" His stepfather stepped toward Olivia and grabbed her hair from his mother. "You want it Arine? You want to see her suffer?" He asked with that voice that was just fucking disgusting, that voice that made your blood boil and made you want to do anything to not hear it anymore.

Arine's whole body shook and deep within was the rage that was coming up, rage that only needed one more step to come out, and it did as his stepfather hit Olivia so many times that she got unconscious and her body was only held by their stepfather who was grabbing her hair.

Then he dragged her into his bedroom.

"No... don't..." Arine whispered as now all the fear had disappeared, all the years of suffering had turned into pure wrath, pure anger, and disgust. As his mother went into another room, throwing the furniture and everything to find that pipe and be able to smoke that shit they did, Arine finally lost himself.

That teenager, that was starving, that was so skinny and broken… lost it all.

All the emotional and physical pain just went away for that moment, as he saw his stepfather touching his sister's legs, it all disappeared.

He slowly got up, still dizzy, his legs were shaking, almost buckled, but the anger led him into the kitchen, to that cleaver knife. He grabbed it and something was speaking to him, something was whispering to his ears with only one word.

Kill them.

He turned and walked out of the kitchen with that heavy cleaver and went behind his stepfather who was kneeling beside Olivia, and that voice in his head got more intense, more louder, it was like it was ordering him, commanding him to do it.

And then, it all went away and what was left was silence, so comfortable silence, that was never in his life, silence that he wanted, silence that resembled peace. His grip on the cleaver tightened as he lifted it high up and struck down on his stepfather's head.

It went in his skull, cracking it up, and blood started spilling everywhere, but Arine pulled it out and struck again, and again and again.

Blood was everywhere, the wall, the floor, Arine's body was covered by it, as he kept striking, kept doing it without thinking even for a second.

Then a voice from behind. A deep scream that shattered the silence in his head.

His mother stood behind him, her eyes wide open, her breath ragged as she saw Arine butchering Zian. But it wasn't enough, not for Arine, but the voice in his head.

The voice came back.

Kill them.

He struck again, cutting through his mother's throat with the blade, and she collapsed to her knees, clutching her throat, and the last thing she saw was her son, smiling as she bled out.

Arine then dropped the cleaver to the ground and turned to his sister, picking her up, and with all that blood covering him, he went to the police station, giving himself up, saying exactly what he did, and why he did it.

But the one thing Arine never knew and would never know, is that his little sister saw the whole thing.

She was actually up when Arine struck their stepfather and then killed their mother. She saw all of it… she felt all of Arine's emotions in that moment, but she promised to herself that she'd never speak about it… that she'd never speak with Arine once again.

At first, she didn't keep her promise. She actually went and visited Arine several times throughout the years in prison. She told him how good life had been, how she went to school, got a job.

But over time, she noticed something. As the years went on, Arine's life in prison became harder… fights, death, murders, all of which he was never convicted for.

He never talked about it to her, but every time Olivia saw him, she felt the pull of something deep and dark in his gaze… something that wasn't just sorrow or anger, but a kind of otherworldly stillness.

She wasn't afraid of the violence itself, but of the emptiness in his eyes, the fact that there was no longer a person behind them.

Her silence became her own form of protection... so, she watched him from afar, silent and still, her heart aching with the knowledge that she could never be close to him again. It wasn't that she hated him… it was that she saw what he had become, and the more she looked, the more she realized he was no longer someone she could save.

Arine had become someone she could never reach.

At least, this is what she thought at first, but she kept sending Arine pictures of her, her child, her family, showing how happy she was.

She even wrote letters, but she never got an answer.

In fact, Arine never got even one of them.

And now, Arine was ready to die, without anything in his life, dying alone, knowing that nobody loved him, that in his life, he had nothing.

He was ready to suffer in hell.

"Arine, get the fuck up!" A loud voice came, followed by gunshots, as he slowly opened his eyes. "Arine, you fucker!" Again, a voice that was so familiar.

As his eye opened, he could barely see, but the blurred shape of the face was enough for him to tell who it was.

Medic Mike himself.