"The mafia world works on the basis of certain rules," He tells me, and I hug my arms a little tighter, basically bracing myself for whatever he had to tell me, wherever the story might take me. "One main rule is– nobody inherits your line except your blood."
A shiver passed down my spine. Did this mean what I thought it meant?
"My father was the mafia boss, which is why everything he built had to be inherited by either me or Justin. Or an adopted son of course." He said, "I never had the interest to be in the mafia, let alone lead them. Smith's father worked under mine. While I was in London enjoying life, Smith was trained to take over the mafia. The plan was that my father would adopt him and that way, both his sons would be free whilst inheriting his wealth while Smith would be the n
