Transmigrated as the Youngest son of the Mafia's don.

CHAPTER 6;A NEW BEGINNING

Steven’s POV(Brain)

"Set me free! I haven't done anything wrong!" I snapped, struggling against the men holding my arms.

"Enough!" Father barked.

I stopped struggling and turned towards him.

"I only offered them my services," I explained. "That's all. I haven't done anything against this family."

Father's expression darkened,"What exactly do you mean by that?"

He rose slowly from his chair, his eyes fixed on me.

"Those families are our rivals, Brian. You're not supposed to associate with them unless it's strictly business. So tell me, what exactly have you been selling them?"

I frowned.

"Why does it matter?"

"Don't play games with me!" he thundered. "Is it something valuable that belongs to this family? Have you been stealing from us to pay off your debts again?"

I stared at him in disbelief,so that was what he thought.Even after everything I had accomplished, he still couldn't imagine that I was capable of building something of my own. To him, I would always be the irresponsible son who couldn't be trusted with anything valuable.

I clenched my jaw.

"I didn't steal anything from this family," I said firmly. "Everything I offered them came from my own ideas and abilities.”

"Drag him to the cellar!" Marcus ordered.

I didn't say a word.I could have argued, explained myself again, or reminded them that I hadn't stolen a single thing from the family. But what was the point? They had already made up their minds.

I glanced at Father, waiting for him to intervene but he didn't.He simply sat there, watching as the guards dragged me away.

I let out a humourless laugh.Apparently, nothing I did would ever be enough for these people.

That night, I spent it in the cold cellar, sitting against the damp stone wall with my hands resting on my knees. The cellar was small, poorly ventilated, and reeked of mold and rotting wood. Dust-covered shelves lined the walls, cluttered with old boxes, empty bottles, and forgotten household items.

 A single dim bulb flickered overhead, barely illuminating the narrow space, while the cold concrete floor seeped through my clothes. The darkness didn't bother me as much as it should have. I had expected something like this to happen eventually.

In fact, I had prepared for it.Before returning to the mansion, I had already arranged for Debbie to contact the Volkov family. Using part of the money I had received from the five families, I had secured my own freedom and arranged for someone I could trust to help me.

Ben was the one who eventually got me out.He arrived quietly, dealt with the guards, and unlocked the cellar door.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

I straightened, brushing the dust from my clothes.

"Never better."

He gave me a doubtful look but wisely didn't ask any questions.By the time the sun rose, I was already preparing to face my family one last time.

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The following morning, I walked into the living room without waiting for an invitation.

Father was seated in his usual chair. Marcus and Anthony were nearby, while Victoria and Vivian occupied the opposite side of the room.

Their conversation stopped when they saw me.I walked straight towards Father.

"How the fuck did you get out?" Anthony demanded, still staring at the keys in his hands, his brows drawn together in disbelief. I ignored him facing my father.

"I've made a decision," I announced.

He raised his eyes. "What decision?"

I reached into my jacket and placed a document on the table in front of him.

"I'm officially cutting ties with the Carlos family."

For several seconds, nobody moved,Marcus was the first to react,"What did you just say?"

I looked at him calmly,"You heard me."

Anthony picked up the document, scanning its contents before looking at me in disbelief "Have you lost your mind?" 

"No. For the first time, I'm thinking clearly,"I replied.

Father slowly stood,"Brian, do you understand what you're saying?"

"Perfectly."

I looked around the room, taking in every familiar face. These were the people I had once hoped would accept me, the people whose approval Brian had spent his life chasing but I was done chasing it.

"You have made it clear that I'm nothing more than a burden to this family. You don't trust me, you don't respect me, and you certainly don't believe I'm capable of accomplishing anything on my own. So I'm making things easier for everyone."

I paused, then met Father's gaze.

"From today onward, I have nothing to do with the Carlos family."

The silence that followed was almost satisfying.They had expected me to beg for forgiveness. They had expected me to defend myself and plead for another chance.

Instead, I was walking away and judging by the shock on their faces, none of them had ever imagined I would have the courage to do it.

All I needed was a stamp.I had already signed the document. The decision was final, and there was nothing left to discuss. When I glanced at Father, I noticed his hesitation.

For a moment, I thought he might refuse to approve it.Before he could say anything, Marcus reached for the document.

"Father, don't worry," he said, picking up the stamp. "He'll come crawling back soon enough."

He pressed the stamp against the paper.Just like that, it was done.I glanced at the document and couldn't help smirking.

"Thank you for making this easier."I said with a smirk.

I turned towards the door, but before I could take another step, Vivian rose from her seat.

"Brian..."

I stopped briefly.

She looked as though she wanted to say something, perhaps explain herself or offer some words of comfort. But I had no interest in hearing them.

I had spent enough of my previous life making excuses for people who betrayed me. I had once believed that love meant giving someone endless chances, even when they repeatedly proved they didn't deserve them.

I had learned the hard way that betrayal was a choice.

You could choose to love someone. You could choose to stay with them. But you could never justify betraying them by claiming you had no other option.

I wasn't going to make that mistake again.Without looking back, I walked out.

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As I stepped outside, I remembered Vincent he had texted sending Ben to my aid when I needed it.

I had seen him the previous day, and something he said had stayed with me. Thinking about it now, I began to realise that Brian hadn't been as alone as he believed.

He actually had people who cared about him. People who would have stood by him if he had only allowed them to but Brian had been so consumed by the emptiness inside him, so desperate for his family's approval, that he had failed to recognise the people who genuinely valued him.

He had spent his entire life chasing affection from those who refused to give it, while overlooking the ones who were willing to offer it freely.

I couldn't change what had happened to him but I could make sure his remaining life wasn't wasted chasing people who didn't want him.This time, I would choose who deserved a place beside me.

The moment I stepped into my new mansion, a sense of relief washed over me.

Finally, I was free.No more living under my father's roof, no more enduring my brothers' schemes, and certainly no more begging for a place in a family that had never valued me.

I walked through the spacious living room, taking in the elegant furnishings and floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything had been arranged according to my taste. It wasn't just a house; it was the beginning of something I could call my own.

I had money, connections, and now, a place to build my future but owning a mansion was only the first step.

My next goal was to establish myself in the underworld. I needed to create my own business, recruit trustworthy people, build a reliable network, and expand my influence until no one could dismiss me again.

I wasn't interested in remaining a wealthy young man who depended on the favour of other mafia families.

I wanted my own organisation,my own territory,my own empire.

I had spent one lifetime being betrayed and another being treated as worthless. I wasn't going to let history repeat itself.If the Carlos family had no place for me, then I would create a place where I answered to no one.

I would become a mafia lord in my own right,I had one more decision to make.I no longer wanted to carry the Carlos name. It belonged to a family that had never truly accepted me, and I was done allowing their identity to define mine.

Instead, I would take my mother's last name.From that day forward, I would no longer be known as Brian Carlos.

My name would be Brian Ragos Vizendy.

It was a fresh beginning, a name I could build my own reputation around. While creating my own empire, establishing my own rules I would make sure that anyone who heard the name Ragos Vizendy knew exactly who I was.

The Carlos family had rejected me.Now, I would give them a reason to remember what they had lost.