Sipping on my vodka, I smirked at another completed task.
Nathan King, A proud yet weak in the mafia society.
He acted as a threat but he literally is not.
I had my youngest guys take care of him and now, he was probably a pile of ashes.
Closing my last document I groaned as I set eyes on my dad leaning on the door frame.
"Brandon, can I have a word with you? "
Why was he asking?
He's already in my office.
"Yes father. "
He clears his throat and sat down.
"You're going to have to stop drinking cause you are getting married. SOON. "
"I know father.... wait, what?!"
"You heard me, you know being Don requires a lot and having a wife and settling down, you know is one of them. "
"But dad.. I... "
"This is not a negotiation, it's an order, besides I do not think you have any problem cause you already told us you had a girl in mind, am I right? "
But that was all lies
The actual girl already broke me and left..
"Yes father. "
I stood to show a sign of respect.
"If you are thinking of backing out, just know, you're no longer Don, and do not try pulling any stupid pranks, Am I understood?"
I nodded my head with my jaw clenched.
One thing I hated more than the blood that stained my shoes after a bloody night was girls and parties.. they're both such a full waste of time.
What now?
I asked myself sitting back down stroking my chin, I absolutely have no plans of being involved in a relationship and what's more
A freaking MARRIAGE
I almost choked on my spit thinking about it.
Marriage is literally committing an eternal suicide, just you in your right senses.