After I was tortured, my gangster older brother went on a killing spree

Summary

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My brother, Tony, was the ultimate protector.

When I was ten, some goons tried to snatch him. I ended up in their car instead. They got their ransom, but not before they’d carved up my face and broken both my legs.

Tony went ballistic. He took over the family business―Dad’s "organization," if you catch my drift―and built it into something huge. I became his world, his untouchable treasure.

Someone laughed at my scars? Tony shoved his head into a trash bag full of rats, let them chew his face t