His tired eyes narrow. “Did you come to discuss my health or my business, son? If it’s not the latter, then it’s time for you to leave.”
We stare daggers at each other for a second.
Two stubborn men. Proud men. Powerful men. Neither of us willing to back down.
In the end, I shrug and rise to my feet.
My time as don will come soon enough. For now, I wait.
“Get some rest, Father,” I tell him.
On my way out, I stop by the bar and grab one of the most expensive bottles of whiskey in my father’s collection.
I walk out of the mansion, whiskey in hand, and head straight for the garage. A little parting gift from me to me.
There’s always two security guards manning the massive garage that resembles a warehouse. They nod respectfully as I sweep past them.
But neither one has the balls to s
