Chapter 84
“I thought he didn’t want the child.”
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“Don’t get it twisted–he didn’t want to be a father. He wanted to shape Alexander into a cold blooded monster. When Alexander was born, Housni didn’t even want to name him. So Nahel did. He named him Alexander, which means ‘prince, because he was the prince of the Graves empire.”
Alexander’s story strangely mirrors my own.
“From a very young age, Alexander was trained to fight, to crush his enemies. He was forged into a war machine. Housni gave him no freedom or fun- only studying, because power doesn’t come to fools, and training to become the strongest. Nahel was the only one who genuinely cared about Alexander’s well–being, even if he never dared go against his brother–he knew what Housni was capable of.”
My heart twists imagining what Alexander went through.
“Housni started beating Alexander very early. Kicks, punches, belts–Alexander was a literal punching bag. Sometimes, Housni’s men would beat him up, all at once, when he was barely ten. Housni tortured him physically and emotionally–he felt real hatred toward the boy. Nahel tried many times to stop his brother’s madness, but Alexander only suffered more when his uncle intervened. He had multiple hospital stays from the abuse.”
These words stab me in the heart. I know what it’s like to be mistreated.
Khalid did a lot of damage to me as a child.
But Alexander… Alexander had even more pressure than I did. It must’ve been hell. I truly feel for him.
“Alexander always took the blows without complaining. He grew into a man. His father kept beating him, but Alexander never fought back–not once. Thankfully, Nahel was always there, protecting him as much as he could. Housni became even crazier as Alexander got older–more abusive toward his men and everyone around him. He always wanted more. That man was dangerously unhinged, especially toward his own son. He was just as smart as he was dangerous, believe me.”
Khalid and Alexander’s father would’ve gotten along great. They share the same idea of what a child is worth. Men like them shouldn’t be allowed to reproduce.
“What happened to Alexander’s uncle and father?”
“Nahel was killed a few years ago by a rival gang. Alexander was only sixteen. Housni couldn’t handle losing his last brother–he ended his own life.”
“I thought he didn’t even like his brother.”
“He didn’t. But he was still his brother. That loss destroyed him.”
A tragic family story.
No survivors from the Graves family–except Alexander.
“They’re all dead? His father left him completely alone?”
“Exactly. Alexander became the ‘boss‘–not of the Graves empire, but of his own.”
I raise my eyebrows in confusion.
“You just told me the Graves empire is passed down from generation to generation. So why didn’t Alexander take over?”
“He did inherit it. But he refused to lead the network.”
“You must be mistaken. Alexander holds a key position in the criminal world. That means he accepted his legacy! There’s no way he’d be where he is without keeping the empire.”
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I’m becoming paranoid. But I know I’m being watched.
I grab the box with Jared’s head and throw it into the flames. At least I’m rid of that damning thing. That’s something.
Suddenly, I see a figure watching the burning warehouse. My brows furrow as I recognize who’s responsible for this chaos.
She can’t see me–so I have the upper hand.
How could I have been so stupid?
Everything will be repaid–with interest.
