FIVE YEARS AGO AT LEVINE'S HOUSEHOLD
His father is having a hard time, dealing with his own temper when Sebastian walks in inside his office.
"Who asked you to do that to my secretary?," he asked, pertaining to the recent ambush that happened to Lewis that left the latter crippled for weeks.
"Sit," his father commanded as he continued scribbling so hard on the paper in front of him.
"You have a lot of children. There's also Ilaria and Jacob. So why are you pushing me to succeed in this condemnable job of yours, Father."
Sergio Levine raised his eyes to his son, who refused to take the seat he offered. "You're really asking for the reason?"
He stood from his own chair and walked to the cabinet where he put his displays. He pulled the hidden drawer beside it and threw the piles of print outs to his table for Sebastian to see.
"It's because you're the one who took after me. Everything about you speaks and shouts that you're a Levine through and through. Do you want me to state all of the condemnable acts you personally handled?" He pointed to the papers he threw on the table. "That's the list of your crimes, young man."
Sebastian sighed.
"Where are you going?," his father asked when he's about to walk out of the room.
"To Lewis."
"Your guard dog?," the older Levine asked in mockery. "Don't act as if I have no idea that Lewis is the one dirtying his hands for you."
Sebastian stared down at his father, who already went back to his seat. "Don't push my buttons, father."
"That's funny. To think a mobster line would come out from an editor's mouth."
"I may have done those atrocious acts but that's only because I was raised in this family, Father. If it isn't for you, I'll grow up to be an outstanding citizen."
Sergio cracked in laughter at his son's words.
"Don't think about that. You? A civilian? What a joke."