Dimitri's POV
I stood there frozen, staring at all the guards bowing before me, their voices was still echoing in the grand hall.
"Welcome back, boss." I whispered.
Boss? I was their boss? I was a mafia don?
My mind was spinning, trying to process everything, trying to understand what this meant.
A criminal, I was a criminal. A leader of criminals, someone who probably hurt people, and killed people.
My hands started shaking. I looked down at them, these hands that knew how to fight, how to hurt, how to kill.
What had I done with these hands? How many people had I hurt?
"One step at a time," My captor's voice cut through my panic.
He placed a hand on my shoulder firmly, his grip was strong, grounding me to reality.
"Come," he said, leading me away from the
