The old man's identity was feared by many. He was known as the head of their clan, Yanovich. He was a stern and cruel man, one who does not follow any laws and creates his own. He was someone who was on a higher scale if not on par with Gael De Luca's or Lucas Olsen's.
"Father, are you really going to kill that woman?" a man in his twenties asked. He had never questioned his father before but this time, he thought that his father might have gone too far.
Mr. Lavro Yanovich ignored his youngest son and continued to read his book. Why does he have to answer? He did what he wanted to do and it had always been this way. No one can influence his decisions.
"Father," he called again and this time, Mr. Yanovich closed the book in his hands with a thud. Standing up, he walked towards the window and looked over the vast field outside that was covered in snow as he recalled the memories in his head.
