CHAPTER 83: NO RULES

In the end they left the scene, leaving Rio behind as he was struggling to maintain the calmness... and of course he did when he just got fucking stabbed, but once again it was a lesson... a lesson from straight Joseph Cassian.

And what was the meaning of it, what was the lesson all about?

Who knows... everybody interprets on their own... but one thing for sure... don’t get tangled in the criminal underworld, don’t act like a tough guy when you are a little bitch, don’t choose a path that you don’t know shit about. Don’t play in a city where people can wipe out your whole bloodline in a day... or maybe the lesson was that there is always a guy who is more fucked up, there is always a guy that towers over you, there is always a guy who is stronger, colder, and respected... and in this instance it was Joseph himself.

And if Rio were to die, it would become an even more impactful message for the others.

"What is this silence?" Joseph asked as Amine and Hana literally didn’t speak a word the whole time as they were walking toward that restaurant. Yeah, the energy about the shopping, that atmosphere that was between them earlier... just collapsed into nothingness.

It angered Joseph, of course it did. Well, yeah, he is not a cute boy, with happiness all around him... but the other side of it, though it still felt good to be around girls who were excited about this shopping, this whole thing, because once again it felt like a family, like sisters.

On the other hand he knew the absurdity of it... that he had just stabbed Rio and now they were going to eat some soup, noodles, with a single thing on his mind, like he felt nothing wrong about it. No, it was just another thing he did with ease.... still it angered him, why the fuck are they acting this way... they are killers and now looking and acting like offended bitches.

"So what is the problem?" He asked again but this time he showed his anger... fury in his voice as he raised it and even stopped.

Hana slowly turned around first. "He was just a teenager." She said, and her voice too was powerful, like she was angry about it, and Joseph felt it more... that she was truly disappointed.

It is just laughable to even think about this... that this is true, that they are offended, that they are disappointed by the fact of what he has just done.

He chuckled a bit and looked at her. "You said to yourself that you and the others are to protect me from danger, let it be anything... wasn’t it dangerous?"

"But—"

"There is no but." He still looked at her. "Your argument doesn’t make sense at all, it’s just bullshit to even think that you have emotions in this world, that you have the time to think about something like this." He said as he made a step closer to her. "Criminals are criminals, let it be a fucking baby or an old man with a cane... and I will kill both of them if there is danger, darling." He reached out his hand slowly to Hana chin and directed her eyes to his. "You’re weak, Hana, and it is disappointing." He said as starred deep into her eyes... the eyes that had fear in them... those beautiful eyes that were uncertain...

"B-but it is a rule." Amine now spoke in her low voice, and Joseph for a second still just stared into Hana’s eyes, but then turned toward Amine.

"Rule?" he asked back, and Amine too felt that pressure coming from him, that danger and immediately looked down to the ground.

She was speaking about the unwritten rule of the underworld... which is to not kill nor hurt children or women.

An easy rule... though there is one thing following it, only hurt them if it’s necessary... and that one single sentence just overrules the whole thing... and not just that... who the fuck follows rules in the underworld, not a single fucking human being.

There are no rules to it, that’s why it’s the underworld, that’s why it’s called the darkness, the place where monsters live... the whole point of it is to fucking kill, to fucking top the game however you want to.

Rules are for bitches in the underworld, for those who think they are different than others... and those usually die like fucking dogs.

Though there is one rule everyone pretends to follow... don’t kill children, don’t touch them, don’t threaten them, don’t do anything to them... well, at least it’s supposed to be followed, but once again there are no rules in the underworld.

If you chose the life of darkness, the life that only comes with death, with blood, with suffering, with pain... then don’t be fucking surprised when things happen... when nobody gives a fuck about rules... when you work for someone who does not give a fuck about rules.

To top the underworld, you need to play by your own rules... and to Joseph, there are no rules, only a mentality.

Kill or be killed... that’s the meaning without rules, who to kill, when to kill, why to kill... why would he give a single fuck about it?

He doesn’t care about other opinions, he doesn’t care about morality, about being a human being, he doesn’t care about emotions, he doesn’t care about what the world will say, what the fuck God will say, because he doesn’t fucking believe in it.

There is nothing that chains him down, only the blood in his veins, the blood of the Cassians. Every one of them was a ruthless killer, every one of them broke rules and did not follow them, and that was his path too, a path that had been walked for generations.

Not just that, but even if Joseph himself denies it or tries to push it away, the truth is that he was deeply shaped by his father and by the environment he grew up in. He learned many things from them, he shared many moments with them, and even now, without admitting it, he is using all that knowledge on his own. He keeps saying that his family never did anything for him, that he built himself without their help, but in reality, they were the ones who shaped him. What he knows, he knows because of them. Who he is today, he can only be because of the family that left their mark on his life.

There was no love in that house, no warmth that most people would expect, but there was something else, something even more powerful. The family gave him the toughness, the mindset, and the tools to become not just another man in the city, but someone who could rise to be the next great Don, not of one place, but of the entire nation. And with that kind of shaping, with that kind of foundation, there are no mental limits, no rules he feels bound to follow.

He was born in the darkness in the cell, in the silence of his own thoughts... Joseph was never given the choice of light; he was handed the darkness and told to walk through it.

And he did. Step by step, wound by wound, he became sharper, colder, and far more dangerous than anyone expected. His family may have broken him in ways that cannot be healed, but in doing so, they also built him into something unshakable.

That is why Joseph cannot be ordinary. He was never meant to be. The family that gave him nothing gave him everything. They gave him the fire to rise above, to seize power, to carve his own name into history.

And so, Joseph stands not as a victim, but as the product of a legacy written in blood, silence, and strength. A legacy that does not ask for rules, that does not know mercy, and that will not stop until he becomes what he was always destined to be, the ruler, the Don who will bend not just the city, but the whole nation, to his will... without following rules.

Because only the weak follow rules... the strong create their own, while the weak crumble under pressure.

The strong... they rewrite history. And Joseph... he is about to write the darkest Chapter in the entire underworld. To achieve that, there is one simple thing that he needs to do.

He must tell everyone who stands in his way goodbye, every weak link, every shadow of doubt. Those who hesitate, those whose loyalty wavers even for a heartbeat... those who are disappointed, those who have uncertainty in their eyes.

Because the world does not remember mercy... it remembers power. It remembers the strong, those who had the will to act on what they believed in.

And Joseph... Joseph will be remembered. Not for kindness, not for mercy, not for hesitation.

He will be remembered to be the last Cassian and the worst one.