Dominick's POV
I arrived at my father's mansion with my men in tow, the sound of our heavy footsteps echoing through the grand hallway. Without hesitation, we made our way to the conference room, the door bursting open with such force that it reverberated throughout the room. All heads turned to us in surprise, their expressions quickly morphing into fear as they recognized me.
As I strode confidently into the room, my men fanning out behind me, the members of my fucking Mafia stood up from their seats and bowed their heads in greeting. But their deference meant nothing to me in that moment – all I could see was the disrespect that had been shown to me, the don.
I made a beeline for the head of the table, where my father sat, his expression a mixture of incredulity and indignation. Without a word, I gestured for him to vacate the seat, my gaze unyielding as I dared him to challenge my authority.
