Maya gaped, her mouth hanging open. "Your dad was in the Mafia!" she whispered, struggling to suppress the urge to shout it out. All the time she joked about Dalton being in the Mafia, it turned out to be a real thing. No wonder everyone feared him.
'He is really a dangerous man,' Maya thought repeatedly to herself.
"So, are you also in the Mafia like your dad was?" Maya asked.
Dalton shook his head to debunk it and didn't elaborate as he sipped his iced tea.
Maya was a bit stunned and confused. "Shouldn't you have inherited your father's position? Aren't statuses in the Mafia hereditary? Or is that just something fictional I picked up from watching 'The Godfather' a million times?"
"You are not wrong. I was supposed to succeed my father, but there was a major attack from the enemy, and the entire Mafia clan was wiped out," Dalton reveals.
"Wait, does that mean your dad's death wasn't an accident? He was murdered?" Maya deduced.
