Biography
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Biography
Devin only sat back and watched the other boys beating and kicking the weaker boy on the ground. Though he wasn't smiling, he wasn't having that glee in his eyes like older Devin would, he simply just watched. No anger, no sadness, no emotions. Only after he heard the crack of the malicious boy's knuckles was when he decided to step in. "Hey, that's enough" He said, with no fear or stuttering in his voice. Just then the what you would call leader of the two stood up from the beaten boy on the floor and stepped over towards the seven year old Devin. "What did you say, punk?" He said afore shoving him to the ground. That was when the other one came over and gave him a swift punch in the face. All Devin did was laugh.
"Huh? You're going to stand up fr him, huh?" Said the first child, he kicked him in the gut. Just then, Devin stood up and gave that slick glee look into the other child's eyes. "You've punched him to much" He answered. So the boy stepped up and punched Devin in the face once again.
"My turn" Devin said after his recovery. He lifted his fist and knocked the boy to the floor with one punch, then he walked over towards him and stepped on his chest with his foot slowly sliding to neck to choke him. "You're nothing but a pussy" He spat at him. For a split second his heel dug really deep into his throat before he finally stepped away from him. Now the other kid had no idea what to do since the strongest was defeated. Or else you would think. But that kid on the floor had lifted himself up and rubbed the blood from his mouth. That was when the actual fight was on, both boys now had attacked Devin. One from the front and one from behind. The weaker one who obviously wasn't the 'alpha' came up behind and tried to hold him back so the alpha could punch him, which he did. But Devin could with stand enough to turn around and get a good hit to the kid holding onto his shoulder, but while he was toppling backwards Devin slipped his foot under him to knock him to his butt. That kid was nothing but a stick, he was easy to get down. But the other kid however was harder, he was to ambitious and angry to give up. Devin turned to him with now a glare before running towards him, he rammed into to him and shoved him harshly onto the wall, that was when he began punching and punching his face without giving him a moment to even dodge. Then, He grabbed the kids hair and shoved his head back onto the wall which got him to the ground.
He turned around after both boys were now wailing cusses on the floor, looking at the small guy on the floor. Now Devin had thick blood staining his t-shirt from his mouth and nose, and a couple of forming bruises around his face. While the kid who gotten beat in the first place simply just had a bloody nose and black eye. Without a word, he shook his head at the kid and walked away.
The next day
Devin sat on the benches near the playground, he didn't have any friends really to play with. But he never wanted any in the first place. So everyday he sat here to eat his lunch, alone. Though this day turned out to be different. That same kid had walked over with that bruise under his eye. He gave Devin a smile and sat down next to him. Normally Devin would cuss out any other kid that would come near but this time he was almost dealing with it. Despite being confused and annoyed. Just because he beat up a couple kids for the freak did not make them friends! He gave the kid a confused look before turning his attention to the lunch box in lap, he opened it with hope. There was nothing inside but a tiny bag of scraps and a sorry-full letter from his mom saying that was all she had. They didn't have money to pay for school lunches either, and because of his mother's job they couldn't qualify for free lunches. What the law didn't know was that his piece of shit father was taking every penny his mother made and used it for booze and women. Devin said no word, he only closed the lunch pail and slumped his shoulders. He was hungry, the last good meal he had was thanksgiving. That was weeks, almost a month ago, and it was only with his cousins who doesn't allow the over any other day.
But surprisingly that young boy sitting next to him with a full lunch box and a love-full letter from his mom noticed Devin's empty lunch. Without the stronger boy's realizing he scanned all his food in his lunch box. Then, he pulled out half of his food and extended his hand over to give him it as a gift. Devin looked at the food he was offering, he gave the boy a look, and the other simply nodded with a smile. Then, he took it and they both began eating with no word. For each day after that his mother made two of each lunch for Devin
2 years later
Devin was laying on his dusty bed with the music blaring out of his radio, like his mother had told him to. She didn't want Devin to hear what was going on in the living room because tonight was going to be the night his father came home after being gone for weeks. The music was turned so high the rest of the trailer park could hear, but the screaming and glass breaking were so much more louder that Devin couldn't block it out. He curled in a painful ball and pulled his hands over his ears with tears streaming from his eyes to his cheeks. But, with that mixture of sadness, his teeth was also gritting with anger. His blood was boiling, for years his father would hit and hit his mother over and over and Devin could never do anything. But he was older now, and he knew he was stronger than what he was before. He tried to push the dangerous thought out of his mind but after a loud male's yell erupted, then his mother's voice popped him. He snarled and stood up with his veins almost growing out of his forehead. He stepped inside the living room just to see his drunk father slapping his mother across the face, So instinctively he screamed like a bloody-horror show and rammed his body into him like he did that one boy from schools years ago. He had shoved his father down onto the ground with strength he could only get from the angry rush going through his body. But once his dad had sloppily stood up he growled, his hand extended down his jeans and pulled out with a glock clutched in his palm. His arm extended over and he pointed the gun in his direction. Then BAM.
"MOM!" Cried Devin, he ran over to her and checked the wound from the bullet which had only skimmed the skin off his shoulder and hit the wrong person. She was shot through the heart and killed almost immediately. the one with gun in hand watched in horror while his son cried out, and now his chest began pumping and pumping like a time bomb about to explode. Devin's father ended up dropping the gun and running out of the trailer house, leaving the door wide open. Devin stayed in the room a little after, clutching onto his mother's clothes. But then his ears picked up the roaring from their pick up's engine. So Devin took no time and stood up. He grabbed the gun that sat next to the door and rushed out to the road. First he was hesitant but while the truck rolled away drunkily Devin lifted both his hands up which clutched the gun and began shooting at the truck until the round was empty, it never once hit the truck. When his father was out of sight Devin gave out a loud wail and dropped to his knees to cry
Two weeks later
"They said I am going to have to move out of state" Said Devin to his friend. There was a officer standing next to his side with an apathetic facial expression, whom was supposed to escort Devin to his new 'family'. The bus rolled up beside the bus stop and opened the doors for him to step inside. "Carter, You're the only person i'll miss in this town" He said, both of them gave each and side hug with teary eyes (Devin wouldn't say he was about to cry). "and hey, Carter, get a little tougher okay?" Devin said with a small smile, he pinched his shoulder with his palm "I'm no longer here to protect you, okay?" Carter gave a little laugh to him before he stepped up onto the bus with the officer and choose his seat near the back, so he could watch Carter while the bus slowly rolled away. Now, he had to withstand a hours long bus ride with a mute officer.
Finally, they reached the capital city in the state of California, where there was a young couple waiting for him with two younger daughters. They did not seem to be so bad, but they had no idea what they were getting into by fostering the thirteen year old.
one year later
He came home with dry blood still on his fists from the other teens broken nose. But Devin stopped in his tracks when he realized the two cops sitting on his couch, with his foster mother crying. When the two officers noticed his presence they both stood up. "Come on, son." One of them spoke up. "We got the call, we have rearrange different living situations for you." His face went blank while he noticed his tear-filled foster mom walking up, he adjusted his body to look at her "I didn't start it this time" He said, he didn't want the cops to take him away from the only person who filled the gap of his missing mother. "You have to believe me, you have to believe me!" He said, grabbing her shoulders gently but instead of her trying to help she allowed the officers to grab him by the shoulders and attempt to escort him outside the home. But his body went from calm to defensive, he gave one swift punch to the smaller's cops face that got him free so he tried to run. But then the other cop had snatched his shoulder and pulled him back. "You have to go with them, Devin" Said the lady that soothed Devin slightly to the point he decided to allow the cops to take him to the car.
one year later
These couples months been hard for Devin, after being put into Juvie for a three month sentence for fighting, he was sent to a group home for troubled teens. It was nothing more than prison for him. Some days he was allowed out, some days he wasn't. But when he was allowed outside the facility he had to be back in no more than an hour, if he was late he could be sent to Juvie again until he was 18 and finally wasn't the government's property. Which he will be in two years or less now. He waited for his sixteenth birthday, when he had collected enough money from his birthday, from bets, from stealing. Just enough to jump on a bus and roll the hell away from here. He knew in two years he would be free, and they wouldn't be able to throw him into another group home. So, two days after his sixteenth birthday when he was allowed to walk out the doors. First spot he went to was the international bus station, payed his way in, and rode an hour out of the town. Then he rode two hours out of town, then three hours. He had already passed the curfew so there was now no going back for him now.
A couple weeks passed, weeks turned into months, the months turned into a year. Devin was now sixteen with weak bones and a growling stomach. How did he go from this to a big leader of a money making illegal business? It all started whenever he decided to steal money, from the wrong people. All he wanted was a couple bucks to buy something little, either to eat or probably some kind of beer. Stealing was the way he survived on the streets anyways. But this one certain night, he had pick pocketed a random guy on the outside of the 'cat house' and ran, how was he supposed to know the man was an army for one of the most feared mafias all around the states? The man was standing near the doors with a normal back pack, he had turned away and that's when Devin ran in and swiped it from him. And ran. But the second the man heard the jiggles of the bag's zippers he snapped around and yelled at him, then the small sixteen year old had a huge muscular man chasing after him. But after the footsteps stopped he froze and checked before running into the side alley to check what he got in the bag. His chest moved up and down but he landed on his knees and ripped the bag open to reveal something that shocked him.there in the bag was bustingly filled with stacks of hundred bills and on top were bagged white powder. "Holy Sh-" He said, until a metal pipe had smashed into his head and knocked him out.
When he woke up he realized he was tied to a metal chair. his polo shirt he had stolen from a thrift store was unbuttoned, and there was bloody coming from his chest down to his hips. He woke up to the pain, it was one of the first things that ha came to mind. A little painful 'ahh' escaped from his lips. That was when he realized the man standing over him, it was the same man who had stolen from him. Was he the man who took him here? To this, what looked like a warehouse? But just when his mind began filling with questions the door opened, revealing tons of light that made Devin have to squint. Then, stepped of a different man. The new guy came up, with cigar in his mouth and bloodied hospital gloves he had slipped off his hands and simply threw them behind his shoulder.
"This is him?" said the older man.
"Yes" Said the younger one.
"He's nothing but a boy"
The older guy came up and ashed the ashes of his cigar near Devin's shoes. When Devin thought he was going to back away, he had brought up his hand and gave Devin a stinging slap, then another on the other cheek that cause his mouth to bleed. "Nothing but a boy" He said, this time like he was disappointed "Stealing from my men." The guy stopped in his tracks and turned to the quieter one, his hand slipped behind him and pulled out a glock. You should've seen that guy's face right before he put a bullet into his skull. once he fell, Devin began to get really scared. Then he turned and aimed the smoking gun into his skull too. You now could see the sweat poring from Devin's pores. But then, his hand shifted down and a bullet went straight into his calf, making Devin scream and lean his upper body down to his lap. "You're good, though." Said the guy during his screaming. "You're dumb. But I can still...Teach you" He added, but he was also pacing around like he was still arguing with himself whether or not he wanted to shoot the kid or teach him whatever the hell he wanted to teach him. Then, after the guys discussed with himself, he left.
Adult years
Yes, his childhood was rough, but it got him here. This chapter in his life began with his wife. He was currently the right hand man, only 20 years old when he was said he needed to find a wife to be able to bare children to add into the mafia family. It wasn't the rules to have to love either one. Whenever he did find someone he loved physically, he began to manipulate her into a romantic dating, and then a not-so romantic marriage. Devin had impregnated the poor lady before she was his wife, that was a big no-no for this certain mafia family. So before the child was born Devin had this girl marry him by threatening her's and the unborn child's life. But to his surprise, when the child was born, his wife had taken it, his daughter, away from him and moved across the town. All the wanted was to allow her daughter to have a normal life. But during this time, she secretly taught her daughter many defensive ways to protect herself in case someone from her father's 'family' had tried to take her, or her father herself. But she lived her life almost happily. Up until she was fourteen, by now her dad was promoted to be the boss. And Carter had became the right hand man of Devin. Devin's daughter didn't know Carter nor her dad until she was fourteen years old. Carter came into her life by dating her mother. It was great, he would buy the girl gifts for almost holiday and became the father she needed in her life. But that happiness was crashed after her sixteenth birthday, Carter and her mom had married. That night her a loud bang was heard throughout the house, when Kat walked in to investigate she saw her mother's face with blood spilling from her forehead and Carter was standing there, over her dead body with nothing but blood on his sleeve. When he noticed the shock teen standing there he came closer, and grabbed her before she could run out the doors. Then his hands had covered her mouth and pinched his nose. "Let's go see your father, shall we?" He said, until her eyes slowly shut, and her body fell limp
