Proluge

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Trigger warning: violence, graphic abuse, rape, and self harm. I will try to put warnings if any of this is mentioned in a chapter, although it will be mentioned in almost every chapter so read at your own risk.

This book is completely of my own personal plot and story, I don't mind if you create a similar story but please do not steal my book!
-Author Lee

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In a small town in rural America, a small town called Squamish population 5,600. A boy named Oliver was laying on a small thin mattress in his fathers basement trying to find any type of warmth, Squamish is a cold town where it is constantly cloudy and raining. It didn't help he didn't have a blanket or anything to cover himself with, the only thing that kept him centred was the constant dripping of water in the corner. There has been a leak for a couple days now, it worked in his favour because he was never given drinking water.

A blessing in disguise.

Oliver can hear as his family was celebrating thanksgiving upstairs without him, he can hear their laughter.

He smiled slightly that they were having fun, his lips cracked as he did. A little reminder that he hasn't eaten anything in days, he curled more into himself at the thought.

Thousands of miles away in Rome, capital of Italy the Creed family were standing by a gravestone.

One named Stacey Creed and the others Jess and Oliver Creed.

A funeral had taken place earlier that day, they all wore black and held roses as they let go of the Creed Twins. Respecting his late wife's wishes in letting them rest now that their search for them was futile.

Andrew look at his five sons as they held no emotion behind their eyes, after many years of being in the mafia and searching for their lost siblings they have lost all hope and happiness in their lives. Their spirits were completely destroyed, creating ruthless cold blooded killers, that's what rose them to the top as the most feared mafia family.

They stood with with no emotion. That day had changed them. They were angry at themselves, reciting all the things they would have done that day. If they tried harder none of this would have happened.

Even though they were not their biological siblings/children they still loved them as is.

With no words speaking between them they walked back for their cars and drove away from the cemetery, all with the same thought in their head.

What have I done.

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