Oren
Ten years ago
"Respect," Vincent said through the phone. "It seems that you haven't taught your son to respect the family. It's time he learned."
My throat clenched at his threat. "I have. He's young. What are you talking about?"
"Young? Lennox is twenty years old. He's an old man in our world."
"He's not in our world."
"And whose fault is that?" Vincent asked.
"Mine. It was my choice. We had an agreement. I don't know what you're doing, but do it to me instead."
"It's too late."
My knees gave out as I sunk to my chair behind my desk. The office where I sat disappeared, as did the view from the windows overlooking the financial district. Nothing mattered. "I have respect. I pay my dues. Do you want more? I can do that. I will, because we're family. Family, Vincent. Lennox is
