#Chapter69
/"One day when I'm gone all this will be yours. You will be the king just like I was after my father and my father, your grandpa after his forefathers. You hear me son./" Eighteen year old me stood beside my father all in an expensive looking tux of our Russian fortress watching as the cars lined up.
/"It's big./" Sighing I took in everything in sight. My father ruled the Russian mafia with iron fist that sometimes I wonder if I will ever live up to his expectations and more. It was scary hearing him say this, signs of failure and doubts clouding my eyes but I didn't let it show. I didn't want him to believe he raised a whimp as a son.
/"Big things comes with great responsibility and I trust you son./" Battling with my own shallow thoughts a noise disrupts our conversation turning heads to the ever crazy brother of mine who has his famous devilish smile on his face walking behind MA. /"He is something else huh?/" My father chuckles.
