Mafia Boy's Secret

PROLOGUES

  Hi.My name is Reyhan Putra, usually called Son. I'm 18 years old, and now I'm in 12th grade.

  I come from an ordinary family, neither rich nor poor. I have 1 brother, and I am a second son.

  My age and my brother are not too far away, only 3 years different. We were both born with pretty smart brains. But from my brother's cleverness, and also his good looks, he was very popular at school or in his college now.

  Perfect ranking My brother, he got nicknamed “Lelaki perfect”. Unlike me, which was even given the nickname “Sih nerds bad lika”.

  How not? I don't care about my appearance at all, and just focus on the books.

  But to be honest, I have a secret that no one knows about at all, which is my family.

  Yes.gue is a mafia leader. I kept my true self a secret, because it was a tradition as a mafia leader to hide their true identity.

  I have 2 different names, 2 different looks, and 2 very different traits.

  At sunrise, I was Reyhan Putra who looked like a very geeky student, always wearing glasses, and always holding a book in my right hand. My attitude was of course very quiet, I was always alone in the library to read books.

  There is no time to chat with other students, I am also always ostracized when in class. Because I am an exemplary student and also smart, I became a favorite of teachers, teachers, and it makes my classmates feel fed up with the attitude of teachers who always praise me or compare themselves to me.

  But when the sun starts to sink. I'm no longer Reyhan the Son who people know. I have a name given by the previous mafia leader.

  The name is Marcel Anggara, Anggara itself is taken from the clan of the previous mafia leader. I am a black spreader, with curly hair in a mess, and also a black coat long enough to hit my knees.

  I was picked up in a very fancy car and of course it was matte black. In fact, when I go to school, I sometimes walk or ride a bike to my school.

  After Jordan picked me up, we went straight to the headquarters that was made for the gathering of mafia all over the country. 

  Honestly, do I deserve to be 18 years old, to be the leader of the Mafia? But, this is how my life is. Worthy of unworthiness, everyone must obey my orders.

  Otherwise, I dare to kill that person as well as the rest of his family.

  A Mafia man, who always takes on top corporate experts in this country, becomes a hitman, and also sells women to male conglomerates in this World.

  That's how we make money, to survive together. Actually, even if we don't do all of that. We get paid every month from the conglomerates that have been protected by some subordinates that I ordered.

  But, because I am quite bored with my duty which is just silent and quite commanding. I ended up preferring to be a hit man, even though it was not me who killed them, but my subordinates and also Jordan who I immediately ordered to guess him alive.

  Yes, that's how I am, very quiet when the sun shows light, and starts to act or become ferocious when the sunlight starts to fade.

  Like a bat that sleeps during the day, and starts to act or look for its prey at night.

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