Hello again,
This is the first chapter of the main story.
WARNING:
English is not my language, so please excuse any mistakes.
The story is not a sex smut, it's a slow-burn romance and some sex scenes will start much later, so if you're just horny and just want to enjoy the sex scene and move on to another story, "Broken Boy" is not for you.
I would like recommend to you reading "Broken Boy - Prologue" first to get into the story better, but if you haven't read the prologue, it's okay. During the story, the prologue will be described.
I hope you will like the story and wait for the next parts.
Enjoy reading :)
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ADAM
I lay in bed and kept wondering how tomorrow would go.
Tomorrow was the first day of my senior year in high school.
Oh, I guess I should introduce myself too, like the others, he-he.
My name is Adam Bellini. I am eighteen and the middle child of our parents, Teresa and Paul Bellini. I have an older brother Antonio, but we call him Tony and a younger sister Elisa.
My family history goes back to the beginning of Prohibition in the US. My great-grandfather Tomasso Bellini was the head of the Italian Mafia in Detroit, and he tyrannized the whole city.
He made tens of millions a year and had a hand in everything that could be made, especially the production and distribution of alcohol.
Now you probably think I'm the son of the Mafia? Well, nothing like that. My family has changed.
And that's thanks to my grandfather, Salvatore Bellini. He was the second son of Tomasso. My grandfather was only fifteen years old when Tomasso and his first son Santino were arrested by the FBI for murdering the mayor. He inherited some of his father's money, but to him, it was dirty and bloody money.
He started all by himself from scratch and in twenty years owned the biggest mega-corporation in town. He started making millions of dollars, just like his father, but he chose the path of innocence. He tried to fix everything his father destroyed, but in vain. People remember and will always remember.
And who would be surprised at them. Brothels were everywhere, drugs were being sold and there was blood on the streets when the war between the Italian and Irish Mafias started over booze. My grandfather tried to correct all this and clear our family's name until his death ten years ago. After him, my father took over the family empire.
My father is still the richest and most powerful man in town, but he doesn't do anything illegal. He doesn't threaten anyone, he's never killed anyone. He hated violence, even though there were sometimes situations where violence couldn't be avoided. He had enemies. He helped people, poor or rich. He often donated money to charity.
It seems to me that my brother and I also inherited his dislike of violence. You could say that I was such an angel. I had a nice personality. I would like to be friends with everyone, but unfortunately the Bellini name was tarnished by my great-grandfather, so people are still afraid of our family.
At school, it can be said that I have several friends, they are mainly jocks and bullies who take advantage of weaker and smaller students. I don't consider them friends so much because they hurt others, but mainly because they don't look at me but at my money. Sometimes the fact that people were afraid of me and my family had its advantages. I didn't have to use violence. At school, I liked to defend the weaker ones, but without violence. I just tell the bullies to leave him or her alone, and they obeyed.
You could say that my family and I had everything. A massive mansion that had 17 rooms. I owned the latest model silver Range Rover. I loved the black color and usually wore black, gray, or even white shirts to school and black pants. I know it's formal and not very modern, but it's just my style that I love.
I had dark short brown hair, mostly styled on the left side. Gray eyes and slightly caramel skin color. I had Italian roots, so what. Sometimes it looked like I had a tan, but that was just my natural color.
I wasn't an athlete, but I had muscles, and I was very tall. I was 6 feet 3 inches tall with a thin build. I was the tallest in our family, followed by my father and Tony, and then my mother and my eleven-year-old sister.
I had all this, but what good was it if I didn't have any real friends. Every year I looked for someone at school and there was still no one who wasn't afraid of me.
Well, it's a new school year, there will be definitely new students, so maybe someone will be found.
When it came to sex, I had a few experiences. I had two girlfriends, but after each one I found out that they were only with me because of the money. Wasn't my 7 inch penis enough for them? Sometimes it bothered me because I felt lonely.
I yawned. I guess it was time to go to bed. I turned off the lamp, turned on my side and fell asleep.
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"Honey, wakie, wakie." my mother was standing in the doorway of my room when I opened my eyes.
"Today is your first day of school." she said
"I know mom, I'm waking,.. I'm waking."
She smiled at me and left the room. I slowly got out of bed and walked lazily to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and waited for the warm water to flow. Then I undressed and went inside.
Ahhh. A warm shower first thing in the morning. Nothing more beautiful existed. I said to myself. After showering, I dried my body and my dark brown hair. I went back to my room and got dressed. I put on black pants and a white shirt, my least favorite combination.
I left my room and went to the kitchen for breakfast. In the kitchen, mother was standing by the stove making pancakes. My sister Elisa was already sitting at the table looking at her phone while eating breakfast. Tony had already left for college last week, and Dad was in Florida on a business meeting.
"Good morning, you two." I said as I walked over to my sister and put a hand on her shoulder and a kiss on the top of her head.
She looked at me, I was standing behind her, and she smiled at me. I had a great relationship with Elisa. She was my little sister, and I was always there for her and always will be if she needs anything.
"Sweetie, are you going to have pancakes for breakfast too or should I make you something else?" my mother asked me.
"No, thank you. Pancakes will be good, and definitely coffee too."
After my mother finished the pancakes, I sat down at the table with her and Elisa went to her room. During breakfast, my mom asked me if I was looking forward to school and what I expected from it.
"I'll be honest, mom. You know I don't have any real friends and every year I try to find someone, everyone is afraid of me and our family."
"I know honey. Sometimes people judge me too, but we have to learn to live with it. Maybe when you go to college, everything will be different. You'll definitely find someone. You'll find friends... and even a girlfriend." she said smiling sadly at me.
"Did you know that Sarah Royle has a crush on you?" she asked me.
