115

Damien 115.

Mother had been livid when I showed her the graffiti on my wall. A black skull with a black crow perched on it. She had grabbed the phone off my hand and glared at the image displayed on it.

"Vito sicced those bastards on you?" Mother asked in disbelief and pure rage.

"It would have been different if I was at home but I had just been returning from work," I had told her.

"He is going to pay," Mom said with a dead serious tone.

"It is alright mom, you do not have to do anything," I tried telling her.

"This is not up for debate, Damien, end of discussion," Mom brusquely replied and got up from the couch.

I watched her pace back and forth the living room with a scary scowl on her face. I was already regretting letting her know about me and dad.

"Why would he do that to you, his son?" She mused loudly.

"It has something to do with some numbers that he told me," I told her. "It happened when those soldiers came to take him away," I reminded her.

"After all those years, he still