(Alex)
The city of Blackwater was a graveyard of broken dreams, where blood soaked the streets as easily as the rain. In this world, power belonged to those who had the guts to take it—Alex had learned that lesson the hard way.
He grew up in the slums, raised by a mother who drank herself to sleep and a father who never came home. By the time he was fifteen, Alex had already made a name for himself, running drugs for the La Muerte cartel. By twenty, he had killed his first man. By twenty-five, he was the right-hand enforcer for the most ruthless boss in the city, Victor "Vito" Morales.
Alex didn’t just deal in drugs and blood—he thrived in it. His reputation was legendary, his enemies feared him, and his allies respected him. But he never expected love to be his greatest weakness.
Her name was Isabella. A bartender in one of Vito’s nightclubs, she had fire in her eyes and a past as dark as his own. He wanted her the first time he saw her, but she wasn’t afraid of him like the others. She challenged him, made him question the life he had built.
But in Blackwater, love was a dangerous thing.
Vito saw Isabella as a distraction, a weakness that could be exploited. When he found out Alex was seeing her behind his back, he made an example out of her—beating her half to death in front of his crew. Alex was forced to watch, his rage boiling beneath the surface, knowing that if he moved, she would die.
That was the moment everything changed.
That night, Alex put a bullet between Vito’s eyes and burned his empire to the ground. The streets ran red with blood as he tore through his enemies, his thirst for revenge blinding him to everything else. He became a monster, a ghost of the man he used to be.
By the time the smoke cleared, Blackwater belonged to Alex. But at what cost? Isabella was gone—whether she left or was taken, he didn’t know. All that remained was the legend of a man who had crawled from the depths of hell to take what was his.
And now, sitting in the penthouse of his empire, drowning in whiskey and the ghosts of his past, Alex wondered if any of it had been worth it.
Because in the end, love may have been his greatest weakness, but violence… that was his only destiny.
THE END
WRITTEN BY KINGSON DAS
"In a city ruled by blood and betrayal, love was his only weakness—violence, his only destiny."
