DYSTYCHIA
Chapter 1
-Being born as the young master of a famous Arab family, prince of the house of Kanan, a little baby of his seven brothers, I never and ever faced any danger, tasted any pain in my life-
-A pain of being abandoned by everyone, a pain of being crushed and battered by this cruel life.......... I was oblivious, of all these pains-
Until I met one person...
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So he is that Young Master, hmm?
A person who destroyed my life...
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Oh little boy, it's all your old Arab (father's) fault that you are in this condition. Knowing what's the outcome of messing with me, he still dared to do it.
A person who made me taste the dirt of all pains that a human can bear in his life...
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Oh, such a pretty little body you've got~ Wonder if I use this body of yours, how will your father react *smirk* for he prioritizes his honor on everything.
A person who gave me such a dark night which made my every following day dark....
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Haa~ I'm sure you will not forget me after that. Forever.
A person who brought 𝓭𝔂𝓼𝓽𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓪 to my life.
I, Amir Kanan, pledge to my soul that I'll take revenge from you, Zyan Alessandro.
Well, dear readers, who have come to read this story, I want to give you a warning.
This is a "DARK ROMANCE" with an abusive ML, ultimately a black flag & slow character development.
It's not gonna be a fluffy story so if you don't like such stuff, you can leave 😊 instead of leaving complaints-loaded comments.
I've poured my soul into making this story. I know well this story will evade most people's taste (because dark romance is not which everyone can handle to read) but those who will stick to my story until the very last, I'm really thankful to you guys.
This story is based on realistic themes with intense emotional character weight. There's gonna come a lot of bumps but of course, every bad event follows a good event - that's how everything works, life works and so stories work.
Get ready for a hella dark romance 😉
Chapter 2
-Dark, barren and isolated land, Arab dungeon it was. Thousands of people imprisoned there, but a certain someone from them, leaned against a dark corner. His locks overgrown on his temples, his eyes weary, red and half-lided. Mud smirred on his face, revealing his hidden unusual beauty-
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(Tomorrow is the day...seven years have passed. It was a long time, wasn't it?)
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(If there were someone else, they would have said "time sure flies fast," but I won't say it.)
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(For the seven years in this dark ditch, it felt like an eternity.)
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(Tomorrow, tomorrow is the day, I would see the world again, all curled up in vibrant colours, how would it feel? To go back on earth from this hell?)
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(And would I be able to see them? Mother... Father.... brothers? All of them? Will they come to receive me?)
-It was Saturday, pleasant weather enveloped Rome with cool zephyr whispering softly in the ears of pedestrians of Via del Corso¹. The usual hustle and bustle of Italy, people's out rush on Mercato² and the same flood of travelers across the country-
-Same went for Italy's mafia world, brutal, bloody & backstabbing-
-Ometrà , one of the most powerful and cruel mafia organizations, rulling over a large area of Rome, inscribing its dread on the citizens of Italy. But this Saturday wasn't that pleasant for the son of Ometra's Godfather and the next to line director & Godfather of Ometra-
-Inside the majestic building of Ometra, touching the heights of the sky, everyone was stiff, fear etching on their faces. The environment inside was rather a beautiful contrast with the outside pleasant weather of Rome-
-But when it comes to the son of Godfather, Zyan Ometra Alessandro's cabin, the air was rather thick, dark with the pungent smell of his rage-
-Three men in their black suits, were lying motionlessly on the floor, thick dark blood spread around them and a fourth man, sitting beside them, kneeling, the only difference was that he's alive. But sweat popping out on his face was making it clear that his death was also impending on his head-
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
You mean, you too, couldn't find a single damn clue?❄️❄️
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Y-Yes Don...*Voice barely audible*
-Zyan stand up from his seat and goes to the already scared person with his Colt³ pointing clearly to the person's head-
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
Two months. You wandered around in Arab for two months and still couldn't find anything which I can use against that old damn Arab, huh?❄️❄️
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S-Sorry Don, it's all our fault... We returned empty-handed....P-Please spare my life..! I-I promise to come back—
-But there was already a big SHOT and the fourth person joined the majority too-
-Zyan didn't spare a single glance to four men lying on the floor and went back to his desk, with his lips slightly blowing the smoke coming out of his Colt's barrel-
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
Don....*standing calmly*
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
*Rub his forehead, with irritation evident on his face* Once Godfather got to know that I took such a heavy loss from that Arab, my position would go in danger.❄️❄️
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
We still have no news from Shehry Kanan.
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
Shehry- His son?❄️
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
Yes, the one who's controlling exportation in Italy.
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
Son....Oh, his son, right! *smirk*
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
What are you thinking, Don? *Frown*
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
He lives in Italy, right? Let's abduct him. That Arab will sure be ready to exchange anything to get his son back.❄️
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
I'm afraid not.
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
Why? *frown*
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
As far as I know, That old man isn't a sentimental person enough to give us anything in exchange for his son.
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
Moreover, He has seven sons.
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
Seven fúcking sons??
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
Hmm. From four wives.
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
*Rub forehead with utterly depressed face* This old geez💢
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
But...*flipping through a file* about his youngest son...
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
What about him?❄️
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
According to the information we have, his seventh son might be his weakness for he loves him the most.
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
Not only he, but all of his brothers dote on him.
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
He might do.
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
O really? That's something interesting now.❄️ *smirk*
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
Where's he?❄️
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
In Germany. Currently studying there.
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
That's good he's not in Arab or else his kidnapping could be a problem but now as he's away from his home, we can easily kidnap him.
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
You really are something, Mason, you know? *Stand up while giving a quick pat to Mason's shoulder*
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
That's why I'm on this post.
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
So...
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
Yes Don?
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
Do it.❄️
Chapter 3
-Arab is famous for its oil mining, it's nothing new. For everyone knows this well-known fact. But this mining is done under a well composed system-
-Every private oil mine has an agreement with the Arab government. According to which, government has a definite share in their profit-
-But there was a famous Arab family, known for its luxury watch brand throughout the world. THE KANAN FAMILY. Apparently, it was their occupation, family business and everything. But ostensibly, it was not-
-For the Kanan family had a secret oil mine, spread over 50,000 acres. It wasn't a normal oil mine. Because this mining was done secretly without their government knowing about it-
-And for this purpose, Kanan's head had contracts with many mafia organizations-
-Like in Italy, he had connections with Ométra named mafias. This mafia organization helped him in exporting oil from Arab to Italy-
-And in each country where oil was smuggled (through mafias), there was his one son who controled this process, as in Italy, his older son "Shehry Kanan" maintained this exporting process and relations with Ométra-
-But recently some riot occurred between them and Kanan's head broke their contract with Ometra, as a result, Ometra had to suffer the loss of millions of dollars. And so, these days, Zyan was on the peak of his rage, to take revenge from Kanans and recover his damage-
-And he did this by kidnapping Kanan's youngest son, Amir-
But still their plans didn't go as they wanted...?
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
The old Arab is still not showing any movement.
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
And here you said that he would do everything to get his son back.❄️❄️
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
That was the case before. But I'm sure he'll soon show some reaction.
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
I can't wait for this "soon" to happen, you know, Mason.❄️
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
We'll find a way, Don.
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
*After contemplating* Wait, aren't the same sex relations forbidden in his religion?❄️
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
Ah? Um yes?
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
What exactly are you planning to do?
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
*Smirk* Give that Arab my warning: If he doesn't want his son to be tainted by being called "Gay" give us 335 million dollars.
Zyan Ometra Alessandro
Or else, not only his lovely son, but all the Kanans would be in ruin, soon.
Mason Lo Faso (Underboss/Chancellor)
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